Of course, the Greenskin boss hadn't been entirely without reason. He'd simply killed a Goblin on the spot.
The main reason was that when the Goblin had shown up, the Greenskin boss had already been in a foul mood.
It was the sort of feeling you might get from certain creatures of the female sex during a special time of the month—except he spent all twenty-eight hours of every day in a foul mood.
Oh, right. Speaking of that, the calendar in Warhammer was a little strange. A week had eight days, and a year had four hundred.
The main reason he was in such a bad mood was the Dwarfs.
After Skarsnik had left, he'd basically become the king of the hill.
But Skarsnik's departure had also taken a large part of the main force with him.
As a result, after the Dwarven Kingdom steeled itself and spent some of its Dwarf troops, it managed to wrest Karak Undying Fortress back from the Greenskins.
After all, to be fair... Greenskin Goblins were a little better at it, but Greenskin Orcs just weren't suited to defending a city.
Most of the time, the Greenskin Orcs would be fighting, then suddenly start shouting "WAAAGH!" and charge out of cover, where the Dwarfs would focus all their ranged fire on them...
In short, for that reason, this Orc boss couldn't even hold on for a few months before he was driven out of Karak Undying Fortress.
Of course, part of it was that Greenskins were, in most cases, fearless in the face of death. Another factor was that Undying Fortress was, after all, a Dwarf city.
They didn't want to damage their own city, for one thing. For another, Dwarf-made things were reliable, and Undying Fortress was simply too easy to defend