Old Ironhead finally saw a figure in the distance, and he carefully identified the figure...
Hmm... a shrimp... a bean sprout... a bunch of strange things... and a can? Where did the other bean sprout go?
I rubbed my head and felt that this kind of thing was not important, so I walked over to meet Lin Fan and the others.
"Hey! You owe the debt! How are we going to deal with Waaagh!"
Lin Fan looked at Old Ironhead's angry look and knew that he was still dissatisfied with his debt. He coughed twice in embarrassment and asked, "Do you have equipment and weapons?"
"We have a lot of them, including Big Choppa and Big Bang Bang."
"That's good..."
"Then what do you have? Or do you want to have sex for free, you little bastard?"
Old Ironhead clenched his fists. He swore that if this little shrimp had to pay again, he would take his brothers home directly. He couldn't just suffer a loss like this.
"No, no, no! I don't owe a debt, I just want to show you a good thing we have!" Lin Fan waved his hands hurriedly, indicating that he had no intention of paying for it, and then pulled Old Ironhead inside.
Old Ironleg also said hello and followed Old Ironhead and the others inside.
Three-Eyes's mutant army of several thousand people brought a great impact to Old Ironhead. He expressed to Lin Fan more than once that these shrimps were really ugly.
Lin Fan just smiled slightly and asked others to pretend not to hear. Before two different races unite, it is better to have less disputes.
Three-Eyes salutes Aquila to Lin Fan, "Don't worry, sir! We just want to take revenge on those damn Xenoss! Orks We will pretend we didn't see it!"
I deeply praised Three-Eyes for his profound understanding and righteousness. Lin Fan gave Yilafren a backhand slap on the butt, so that his image as the master who controls the guy's soul will be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Yilafren's body trembled violently again, but this time he didn't scream in surprise. He just glanced at Lin Fan with a complicated expression and there was no movement.
Orks was brought to Rys by Lin Fan, and they finally saw the huge and twisted Flesh Aggregates.
"Gork is on top... This is bigger than Squiggoth, that group of sloppy things like Snakebites. It's much bigger, at least 10 or even 9 times bigger!"
People Mekboyz and Big Mek were not disgusted by the distortion and ugliness of the flesh-and-blood polymer, but deeply admired how big and cool this thing was.
For Orks, big is good, bigger is better, super big is super good.
Although this thing is not super good, it can be regarded as one of the better ones. If it is thrown to the boys of Snakebites, those guys will definitely kiss and hug this big baby.
"Are you, the debtor, going to use this thing in exchange for us?"
"No, I hope you can fight with him."
"What does this mean?"
Lin Fan looked at the flesh and blood polymer, then at Old Ironhead, "Don't you think it would be Waaagh! to turn this thing into a complete set of mobile fortresses?"
Old Ironhead stopped talking. He silently took off his welder mask and pulled Old Ironleg, who was still looking up in a daze, over, "How much junk do we have now?"
"Quite a lot."
"Do you think you could make this thing fully armored? Like a war fortress?"
"This..." Old Ironleg looked back at the big baby that made his little heart pound. Then he thought carefully about the rags in their warehouse, and lowered his head helplessly, "This... this can't..."
"I know there are other Orks tribes around here."
"They won't listen to us... We are just Big Mek, and our subordinates are all Mekboyz. We can't beat their boss."
Lin Fan came over. He heard the distress of the two Orks, and by the way, he also pulled the reluctant Khan into the chat.
Lin Fan pointed at Flesh Aggregates, "Can we let other Orks fight with us?"
"Yes, but you have to admit it."
He patted Khan's armor again and said, "Can this make us not give in?"
"Yes, but he doesn't look Waaagh."
Omnishifter started up, and Khan turned into a strong Ork Warboss. "With this and this, can we build the fortress without being cowardly!"
Old Ironhead and Old Ironleg asked in unison, "Who is the god of Xiami?"
"My dear, Saint Soap."
A few days later, a terrifying Ork Warboss spread among all the Orks tribes in the bottom area.
No one knows what this Ork Warboss is called, and no one knows what this Ork Warboss wants to do. He just rushed into Orks's camp, punched the boss to death, and then wreaked havoc in the camp with one of his shrimp slaves.
It was really sad for those who saw it, and shed tears for those who heard it.
Not to mention Mekboyz following them, he was simply a gangster. Even Lootas was not as thorough as they searched.
The fences were all pulled out, and the iron-clad walls were all torn down. Some of the iron teeth in Orks's mouths were also brutally attacked. These gangsters rushed in and wanted to shake even the eggs to pieces, without leaving a single stitch or thread behind.
A Ork Boyz is holding the legs of the cruel Ork Warboss, begging him not to come, we have already obeyed you.
But the boss was unmoved at all. He just kicked Ork Boyz, who was crying with tears in his eyes, away, and told him, "If you are not broken when I come here next time! I will twist off your heads and use them as chamber pots!"
Many Orks couldn't bear to be so humiliated, so they packed up their bits and pieces and joined the cruel boss's team. After all, if you can't beat them, you have to join. This is the truth of Orks.
So this batch of Orks got bigger and bigger, and all the rags collected were sent to Rys where they stayed. Old Ironhead and Old Ironleg were drawing drawings every day, calculating how much rags they would need to turn the entire Flesh Aggregates into an invincible mobile fortress.
Then they discovered that they might not have enough manpower. They just relied on their Mekboyz and Big Mek to build such a huge thing. They didn't know how long it would take to complete it.
So they spoke to Khan and Lin Fan, and a new round of harvesting began. This time they not only wanted to snatch away all the junk, but also captured all Orks, who was more clever.
Every Orks has a condensed version of <The Auto Mechanic's Self-Cultivation> in his hand. As long as there is a Orks who can understand the above, he will grab it and use it as Mekboyz.
As for the Orks that remained Dumb-Dumb, some were thrown outside and allowed to continue collecting rags, while the other die-hards were squeezed into juice.
With the high-speed efficiency of Khan, they finally collected enough junk and personnel, and now it is time to make a decision and start construction.
Probably something like this