Nurgle was enraged by Gork's crude behavior. Seeing Magnus fly farther and farther away, Nurgle was both anxious and furious. He directly dissolved part of his body and violently flung it at Gork's face.
"Croak!" Gork got a mouthful of it. Orks were not exactly a clean race, but that did not mean they liked rolling around in a latrine pit.
"Ha! Again! You disgusting thing!" Gork spat twice, casually grabbed a toilet plunger from the corner, and jabbed it at Nurgle. "Get back where you belong! Don't stay here!"
While Gork and Nurgle fought to the death, the silent Mork set his sights on Lin Fan and the others.
"Don't tell me you little bugs were the ones who dragged this lump of shit out of the pit?" Mork exposed the truth in a single sentence, baring his long lower teeth in a grin.
No one answered Mork's question. They merely kept running with their heads down. Mork found the little bugs' disregard amusing, but it also angered him. He had not forgotten the painful sensation of having shit sucked back in earlier. If not for these little bugs, the shit in the latrine pit would not have been dragged out. If it had not been dragged out, Gork would not have had his ass scraped by shit, and Mork would not have taken a fierce punch to the face.
All these debts had to be put on these little bugs...
Mork gave a sinister grin and summoned a flyswatter from who knew where, smashing it down at Lin Fan and the others. Nurgle tried to stop him, but Gork, wielding the toilet plunger, was beating him back step by step. Nurgle could not spare a hand at all.
"Isha! Keep giving me vision!" With Isha's help, Lin Fan