Surrounded by several Fleet Iron Guards, Li Qinwu strode toward the pirate ship's lower deck, where over ten thousand prisoners were being held.
He came to the door of a compartment and looked through its glass window, finding a skeletal Greenskin Ork inside.
The fellow had a very large, thick frame and looked over three meters tall. He was probably an Ork Warboss.
But at that moment, his flesh was shriveled, a thin layer clinging to his bones, as though he had not eaten for hundreds of days.
Who knew how long this Greenskin Ork Warboss had been held captive by the Dark Eldar? Deprived of sunlight for so long, unable to fight, and receiving no infusion of Waaagh Energy from his boyz, his muscles had completely atrophied.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Poor little Greenskin."
Li Qinwu was about to leave after that remark, but suddenly, the Greenskin Ork who had been lying on the floor groaning snapped his eyes open. Seeing Li Qinwu's face through the glass window, he cried out:
"Old Fart Li! You're Old Fart Li, the Strongest Ass!!"
Li Qinwu, who had been about to step away, stopped dead and looked at the Greenskin Ork in disbelief.
"How do you know me?"
"So it really is you, Old Fart Li!"
The Greenskin Ork murmured.
"Me... me clan was on a world full of Greenskin spores. We fought every day. We..."
The fellow began recounting something in slurred speech, and as Li Qinwu listened, he pieced together a fairly complete story.
In this universe, many planets were entirely occupied by Greenskin Orks.
If another race conquered a planet, they would certainly busy themselves with construction.
Greenskin Orks were different. After conquering a planet, they would rapidly exploit its resources, build battleships, and fly into space looking for fights.