Outpost

"Boss, there's news from the Blood Axes."

Limp Luo had been leaning against the railing, fantasizing about how this battle would make every warlord take notice of him, when he suddenly heard a shrill, grating voice.

Right, it was his communications officer and standard-bearer.

"What's Beluf want?"

Scratching his ear with the tip of a dagger, the would-be warlord who had already gathered over a hundred thousand troops spoke lazily.

During his time at Fangili Port, he had not been idle. Unlike Gold Tooth, who had focused on building naval power, Limp Luo had always placed expanding his influence first.

Using the proceeds from naval raids, he recruited troops in Arkham and, in an extremely short time, expanded his warband into a major force with large numbers of Heavy Cannons, tanks, and armored vehicles.

Though he was nominally Gold Tooth's "marines," as his power grew, he had listened to the other Ork less and less.

Gold Tooth had also been eager to send this plague away. When the Overlord's orders arrived, Limp Luo, desperate to make a name for himself, immediately brought along everything he had and joined this expedition, linking up with Beluf to attack Tyre.

"Boss, he says we gotta follow the plan."

The moment Limp Luo heard that, he snorted and stuck his head out to spit beneath the vehicle. It landed squarely on a Snotling's head, drenching it from head to toe.

"Plan, plan, plan. Does that idiot know any words besides those two? Been playing with birds till his brain went soft, has he?"

Limp Luo's words set off a burst of laughter from the bodyguards around him.

Everyone knew that Warlord Beluf seemed to have some sort of improper relationship with the Harpy beside him—at least, it seemed improper to the other Orks.

"When