"Brother, we're all Goblins. Why are you serving the humans?"
In the thick of battle, the Warlord Goblin angrily demanded to know why the Spore Goblins and War Goblins were fighting them so desperately, and why they were working for the humans.
The Goblin Warlords urged the two races to surrender and join them, so they could build a world inhabited only by Goblins.
"Brother? Who said we were brothers? Did you ask the weapon in my hand before trying to cozy up to me?"
The Spore Goblins and War Goblins swung their weapons without hesitation, killing the Warlord Goblins in their way.
They were well-equipped, nothing like these backwater Warlord Goblins.
A Goblin should have only one thought: slaughter.
Breeding offspring through a Broodmother was a waste of time and a mistaken path of development.
The Primarchs they had refined through generations of selection were far superior to this completely unreliable method of reproduction.
The Spore Goblins and War Goblins were much stronger and smarter than the Warlord Goblins.
These little runtlings thought they could make them submit? Better to smash them flat and bury them in the earth, where they could become part of history.
This universe had no place for such a flawed life-form.
The Warlord Goblins were no match for their two kin, who had undergone countless generations of refinement. They were subjected to a bloody slaughter at the hands of the Spore Goblins and War Goblins.
"I knew they'd never amount to anything. They can't even get past the cannon-fodder minions of the Mushroom People and the Bone Frames."
The Warlord Goblins had suffered a crushing defeat, and the God of Conspiracy, Tzeentch, couldn't help but sneer.
The Warlord Goblins had simply emerged at an opportune time, when there weren't many forces around to put