The Greenskin boss gripped a massive cleaver in its hand.
The blade was coated in Greenskin and human blood, which dripped steadily onto the ground.
The Greenskins truly were a race with not a single redeeming quality. They had no concept of kinship, and when other Greenskins blocked their path, they would even kill their own kind.
The Greenskin boss lowered its head to glance at the humans kneeling on the ground, then looked up toward the collapsed passage in the distance.
Those human armored boys were over there.
They had invaded their mine and stolen their slaves.
Those damned shiny cans had wrecked their entire mine.
Hearing its subordinate's question, the Ork boss snarled, "Kill them all."
"All of them?" A Greenskin boy glanced at the humans kneeling on the ground, then at the boss, and asked hesitantly, "All of them? Won't we keep a few around to work?"
The Greenskin boss impatiently turned its head, curling its lips to reveal sharp teeth.
"The cans are stealing people! The people they steal are the ones attacking us! What good are they alive? So the cans can rescue them and come back to shoot us again?!"
The Greenskin boy shrank his neck and dared not ask again.
The Ork boss truly would chop down its subordinates over the slightest disagreement.
The Ork boss said, "Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"
The Greenskin boy turned around and waved his cleaver at the other Greenskins, borrowing the boss's authority.
"Did you hear that?! The boss says to kill all the slaves! Leave no one alive!"
The other Greenskins carried cleavers and guns as they advanced toward the humans kneeling on the ground.
The kneeling humans trembled even more violently. The parents began to cry, clutching their children tightly and closing their