"Welcome, welcome! A warm welcome!"
Several dozen green-skinned orcs stood in two rows, holding axes, spiked clubs, chainsaws, laser guns, and all manner of weapons as they noisily shouted the phrase.
They might have been shouting in unison now, but moments ago they had been roaring and howling in complete disorder, barely speaking anything intelligible. If not for the lingering smell of gunpowder on their armor and weapons, one might have thought they were some knockoff honor guard freshly hired from a construction site.
Ego led Mantis aboard Luo Xia's Flamebearer II. The sight of these tall, burly green orcs left even him staring blankly. It was not as though he had never seen orcs before. Back in his most depraved days, he had happily bred entire broods with octopuses, so naturally, orcs had not escaped his attention either.
But what breed were these green-skinned orcs? Why did they look so much stronger than ordinary orcs? And since when had such a barbaric race been equipped with such refined weaponry? Judging by their weapons and armor, they had already reached the very pinnacle of technology in the Milky Way.
"These orcs are probably no weaker than a warrior race like the Kree."
Ego quietly raised his guard. If the people of Wildfire Mars could subdue warriors this powerful, just how formidable were they?
In truth, Ego had still underestimated the green-skinned orcs' combat power. Even unarmed, a green-skinned orc could take on ten Kree. With this equipment, every one of them was a peerless battlefield general, capable of charging through the field with a massive blade in hand and cutting down enemies back and forth. A hundred of them could rout a three-thousand-strong Kree ground force head-on.
During the earlier battle on Sovereign, these orcs had thoroughly displayed their fighting