At Lin Yun's words, the greenskins of the Bloodaxe Tribe below began discussing among themselves.
Thanks to Lin Yun's influence,
the Orcs of the Bloodaxe Tribe had nothing but contempt for the Empire's armies. Some of them even made the standard Empire gesture at them.
But because of the distance, most of the Imperial soldiers couldn't even make it out...
They were all just getting themselves worked up.
It was proof of their Waaagh!, of course. Inevitably, some greenskins felt that it wasn't enough of a Waaagh! without a fight, but overall, things were still under control.
Soon, the wagons reached the greenskins. In his gruff voice, Lin Yun said, "Put the stuff down. You can get lost."
The men who had already received their "instructions" hurriedly acted as meek as could be, then all left.
At Lin Yun's wave,
the greenskins swarmed over and began fighting over the equipment on the wagons. Lin Yun didn't stop them.
Instead, he simply watched them brawl over the equipment.
By then, Karl Franz had piloted Deathclaw back to his army. He stood with Volkmar atop the roughly two-story-tall Sigmar War Altar.
"Quite amazing, isn't it?" Karl Franz said, folding his arms as he looked into the distance at the greenskins, who were just barely visible amid the chaos.
"Indeed. I never thought we'd be fighting alongside greenskins." Volkmar's face was stern as he spoke. "Your Majesty, shall we leave now?"
"Yes, let's withdraw for now. To avoid causing any more trouble, we should leave things as they are. We've already established that, given the right circumstances, those greenskins can be completely harmless." Karl Franz smiled.
"As you command." Volkmar nodded.
And so, the Empire's army slowly made its way toward Marienburg.
Meanwhile, after the greenskins had been brawling for about thirty minutes,