Muster the Troops (Part 2)

After a brief, brutal slaughter, Scrap City soon groveled at Guk's feet once more.

The weight of his name was growing. Boyz eagerly spread word of the Overlord's arrival and flocked in pilgrimage to behold the enormous silver-white machine—Guk had deliberately displayed it in the center of the city rather than hiding it behind high walls.

The effect was immediate. Scrap City soon teetered on the brink of bursting, every open space filled, and the shantytowns around the city expanded by another ring.

This was exactly the effect Guk wanted. He wanted the boyz to know that a real Waaagh! was about to begin.

Thus, he did not hurry to leave. Instead, he remained in Scrap City's palace for three days.

During those three days, aside from constantly inspecting the nearly completed metal archway, he met with Scrap City's former leaders.

He promoted the capable and demoted the useless.

To the boyz, the Overlord's arrival was more like a festival. To the bosses, it was a massive reshuffling.

Meanwhile, Ava, who had remained behind the Guk Gargant, was granted another audience with Guk on the third day. She had desperately wanted this meeting—by every measure, this tyrant was trying to launch a terrible war.

She had to ensure that the realms of the Blazing Plateau would not be caught up in it.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

The moment she stepped through the palace gates, a wall of sound made of furious roars and curses swept over her, making Ava take half a step back.

Any gathering of large numbers of Orks resembled a tavern overflowing with celebration, naturally complete with drunken excess and gleeful torture of those who lost their wagers.

The guards had always had an especially peculiar punishment. Losers were hung among banners dangling from the ceiling, while warriors wrestled one