"Since Gork thinks I'm not Waaaaaagh enough, then I must have done something wrong just now and made Gork angry."
The Ork boss stroked his chin and muttered, "Was it because I didn't wipe out the enemy completely? Or because I didn't show enough courage and strength? Gork, please forgive my ignorance and incompetence!"
His face showed self-reproach and guilt, as though he was deeply disappointed in his own performance.
Just as the Ork boss sank into self-doubt, the Weirdboy could not help quietly backing away a few steps, widening the distance between himself and the Ork boss.
He cautiously watched the Ork boss's reaction, terrified of angering this hot-tempered leader. At the same time, he secretly rejoiced at his own cleverness for not becoming the target of the Ork boss's fury.
The Ork raised his head and looked into the distance, trying to find the bishop who had just fought him so fiercely.
However, to his surprise, the bishop had vanished without a trace. There was no sign of him whatsoever. This filled the Ork with a hint of confusion and unease, and he had no idea where the bishop had gone.
As it turned out, after being blasted away by Gork's Big Foot, the bishop had immediately turned and retreated the moment he landed, quickly running back to the defensive line reconstructed by the High Genestealers.
He knew he could no longer hold on. If he did not retreat in time, the Ork boss might seize the opportunity to kill him. Thus, he decisively gave up fighting the Ork boss, choosing to preserve his strength and wait for a better opportunity.
The bishop had also suffered serious injuries in his battle with the Ork boss. His condition was terrible, his breathing weak and ragged, his face pale as