Begin the Hunt

Rather than endlessly chasing them, scattering our limited time, energy, and troops across the vast land after the Orks that kept appearing in wave after wave and running everywhere,

it was better to help a boss emerge and let the Orks gradually converge on the same location under the drive of instinct.

This was an irresistible, muddle-headed primitive instinct engraved in the Orks' DNA, yet one with immense potential influence.

Using the Ork knowledge in his mind, Doom had laid out a targeted strategic objective step by step, making use of the enemy race's traits.

"Are you going to give me an explanation?"

A resentful voice came from behind him. Doom suppressed the amusement in his heart and kept his face rigid, preventing a smile from appearing.

He knew it was all an act, but remembering Harlan being knocked flat by a wooden club still gave Doom a pleasantly schadenfreude-filled feeling.

Harlan had completed a perfect performance. Under the Wraiths' cover, he had successfully escaped and hurried over, fuming.

"Orks are phototactic animals!"

Doom's opening sentence was so abrupt that Harlan frowned, unable to understand it for a moment.

He motioned for Harlan to sit beside him. Master and servant sat on the mountain in the summer night, feeling the gentle breeze carrying the smell of gunpowder.

"In the darkness of night, they wander everywhere, searching for faint sources of light."

"I built them a lighthouse so that every Ork could see it." Doom pointed into the distance, where the Orks were still cheering for their boss and loudly chanting Gork and Mork.

"It guides them through their confusion, drawing them toward the lighthouse's light."

"That is too dangerous." Harlan somewhat understood. Attracting the Orks to come on their own was much simpler than searching for them, but it also carried risks.

The six-meter-tall Ork boss from a year ago had left him with a deep impression through its intense oppressive presence.

If Doom had not descended from the sky and destroyed it, Harlan had not been confident he could defeat that savage beast in single combat.

"I had ample reason to make Gu Ya the boss."

Doom agreed that it was dangerous. At the same time, he had sufficient reason to implement such a tactic.

"Orks are naturally belligerent. Without anyone interfering, as time passed and their numbers accumulated, they would eventually produce a boss naturally through violence and schemes."

"Harlan, which do you think is more dangerous: a boss that emerged after surviving selection after selection, with the strong eliminating the weak, or Gu Ya just now?"

Harlan did not answer. He gazed thoughtfully at the celebrating Orks, then finally nodded heavily in agreement. He was beginning to understand Doom's strategic arrangements.

"Did it have to be me?"

The humiliating appearance he had been forced into today had left Harlan feeling frustrated.

"It had to be you! Your reputation is renowned, and the Orks were deeply impressed by you."

Doom answered seriously. Having Harlan serve as the defeated totem was not a spur-of-the-moment prank, but a solemn choice made after careful consideration.

From the memories obtained by eating Ork brain tissue, he knew that Harlan's reputation had left a deep impression on the Orks. The Ork blood he had drunk during battle had also contained memories of him.

"Let's go. It's over there."

He motioned for Harlan to follow. The Orks' cheers had ended, and Gu Ya had been carried by a group of Boyz onto a makeshift junk throne, confirming his status as their boss.

When they returned to the command room, everyone's eyes were filled with reverence as they focused on the young man.

He had planned everything from within the command tent and secured victory thousands of miles away.

This ancient Terra idiom was only eighty percent suitable for describing him. The remaining twenty percent was still lacking.

As reports of the Orks converging arrived, the battle-hardened commanders naturally understood that the Orks scattered like beans would come together on their own.

The Night Watchers only needed to construct a battlefield, keep the Ork boss here, and wait for the enemy to deliver themselves in wave after wave.

Surrounded by reverent gazes, Doom's heart sank. He felt the burden on his shoulders grow heavier, along with the expectations he carried.

Amid those expectations, Doom walked to the command platform and drew a circle on the virtual sand table:

"Order the Night Watchers to build fortifications. We will confine the battle to an area of ten thousand square kilometers. There must be no mistakes!"

"Understood!"

Everyone in the command room shouted their response, punching their chests and saluting Doom with a warrior's rite.

"Begin the hunt!"

After a brief rest, the Night Watchers began cutting stone with the weapons in their hands and building sturdy fortresses, commencing a drawn-out war of attrition against the Orks.

The Warlord's order was simple: they had to pin down the Ork boss and absolutely could not let it leave the designated graveyard.

Seeing the humans building fortifications, the Orks began to act as well. They felled trees, piled up stone, and constructed strongholds to face the humans.

Their castle had to bear the image of Gork and Mork, and it absolutely had to be larger than the humans'—more Waaaaaagh!!!!!

When Doom saw a stronghold rising from the ground, centered around a ferocious, roaring Ork head, the last trace of worry in his heart finally vanished.

If Gu Ya had been a normal Ork boss, it would have begun breaking out at this moment, regrouping its forces and using the Orks' rapid reproduction to drag the humans completely into the mire of war.

Gu Ya had built a castle, and in doing so, had also laid the foundation for his own death.

"All units, abandon all non-crystal weapons and seal them away for later use."

This order was easy to understand. The Night Watchers knew the Orks' traits. Aside from crystal creations, they could quickly imitate technology and then overwhelm them with overwhelming numbers.

Doom knew even better that the more Orks gathered together, the more likely it was for a clever Boy to experience a flash of inspiration.

Once everything was prepared, a protracted war of attrition began.

Under Doom's orders, the Rangers secretly monitored the migrating Orks, ensuring that nothing obstructed them along the way.

After the Orks departed, the Forging Academy of the Core Forge took responsibility for cleanup along their route, using their expertise to deal with the aftermath.

They used scientific instruments to inspect the land and excavated Orks developing underground. At the same time, they burned the paths the Orks had traveled with Plasma Flame, ensuring that nothing remained.

That was not all. The burned land was inspected and burned again at regular intervals at the Warlord's request.

This ensured that not a single Ork was missed and that no green mushrooms would ever grow in the soil again.

On the main battlefield where the two sides confronted each other, precise commands from Doom gradually secured a strategic victory.

When large Ork migration groups entered the designated war zone, the Night Watchers immediately intercepted them. The tactic of besieging a point and striking reinforcements continuously wore down the enemy's effective strength.

When Gu Ya led his Boyz out to provide aid, the Night Watchers would "fear" his reputation and flee in "terror."

Whenever the Night Watchers encountered Gu Ya, they retreated, spreading his reputation in terror and constantly reinforcing his position.

Whenever the two sides clashed, the Wraiths hidden in the shadows were responsible for sniping the other Orks, ensuring that no challenger to Gu Ya's position emerged.

When the Orks attacked the castle, the humans withdrew behind their walls. When the Orks wanted to leave, the humans chased and struck them, forcing them back into their stronghold.

When the enemy advanced, we retreated; when the enemy retreated, we advanced.

The Orks were joyful every moment of every day. They thanked Gork and Mork, fighting every day under Gu Ya's leadership.

Gu Ya brought back countless victories, and the humies were scared witless by him.

In truth, no matter how the Orks fought, they never left the war zone. New Orks joined every day, but their total number remained below fifty thousand.

Gu Ya's body remained four meters tall, unable to grow even another inch.

This bizarre war of attrition continued for six whole months, until no new Orks arrived from beyond the wilderness for a long time.

Inside the Ork stronghold, the Orks whose hearts were made happy by fighting inevitably began to grow physically exhausted.

The Ork Boyz beside Gu Ya were replaced batch after batch. The Boyz did not grow stronger through battle; instead, they grew weaker and weaker.

After being boss for half a year and receiving the enhancement of the Waaagh Field, Gu Ya's weak body had been replaced by a strong one, and a little intelligence had also emerged in his mind.

Seeing the weakened Orks, he understood that he had been set up—and that the Ork race had been set up.

"Lord, according to your orders, we have completed inspections of every road the Orks traveled."

"Aside from the location where you are, I swear on the honor of the Core Forge that there are no other Orks or Ork spores left anywhere in Nul!"

Inside the command room, the Forge Master wore a technician's robe, several auxiliary arms held before him. He humbly reported the good news to the Warlord as one piece of good news followed another.

"The Night Watchers thank you for your efforts. The Core Forge roars with activity because of your dedication."

Doom sincerely thanked the Forge Masters of the Core Forge for their selfless contributions.

They had led their apprentices in clearing away the Orks' lingering poison day and night, and they deserved the Night Watchers' gratitude.

"Is this the final battle?"

Harlan asked excitedly. His master had lit a lighthouse and lured over a million Orks to their deaths in only half a year.

Even King Norwick had failed to accomplish what Doom had done!

During the war of attrition with the Orks, Harlan had been the happiest of all.

Seeing his Night Watcher comrades driven into panicked flight by Gu Ya's obscene might had healed something inside him.

Even knowing that their exaggerated displays had been staged, he still felt immensely comforted. After all, who wasn't an actor?

"Let the warriors rest well. When the sun rises tomorrow, launch the attack and make the Orks disappear from Nul completely!"

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