After a brief clash, the Orks emerged victorious, though they had paid the price of more than fifty boyz.
Those fallen boyz were elite Kommandoz capable of taking on a hundred enemies alone, warriors Naz had painstakingly selected from countless warbands. Any one of them could have been a boss in an ordinary warband.
Yet more than fifty had died in a place like this.
Even Ur was shaken by how deadly these monsters were.
He had once confidently believed that, with two hundred veteran Kommandoz, he could carve his way through tens of thousands of Shrimp and back again. But these ghostly things seemed even harder to deal with than tens of thousands of Shrimp.
If not for the veterans' superb tactical discipline, their ability to support one another and suppress the enemy with firepower, two hundred ordinary boyz charging in and fighting blindly would probably have been wiped out.
Ur walked over to Kaoreish and looked down at the Shrimp, who had luckily escaped death amid the melee.
"Dead yet?"
The Wendigo cultist had barely regained consciousness, but he still looked extremely weak.
Several inexplicable abrasions had appeared on his face, which was somewhat swollen. Red streaks of dried blood wound down his cheek from the corner of his right eye, while fresh blood trickled from his ears.
Hearing Ur's rough human speech, Kaoreish slowly opened his eyes, though it took him a moment to recognize who stood before him.
"Boss Ur... is that altar guard still alive?"
Ur turned to look and realized that the mad Shrimp had vanished at some point.
"Don't worry about that now. We gotta go where we're supposed to go."
Ur's voice was full of impatience.
The humans' secret bunker was his true objective. He had come here mostly out of curiosity,