"I reckon, I reckon the wiring oughta be connected now. Should work." Duncehead wiped the sweat away with the back of his hand, smearing black grease all over his face.
"Good, good! Move out! Start the Waaagh! right now!" Grem slapped his thigh in delight and immediately ordered the attack.
The view rose above Grem's Iron Squiggoth. Hundreds of similar beasts carried tens of millions of Ork Boyz in a single assault wave. Grem was ready to go all in once again, determined to settle who was stronger, him or Goldtooth.
Suddenly, a piercing voice rang out aboard the Iron Squiggoth. All Gretchin had shrill voices, but Goldtooth's smug voice was shriller still.
"Grem, this is the last war between us. I ain't got time to play with you here anymore. I'm off to join Sneaky Boss's Great Waaagh."
"You little Gretchin, you sure talk big! What d'you mean you ain't got time? What bloody Great Waaagh? My Waaagh! is the real Great Waaagh! Just watch me kill you, shove a stick up your arse and skewer you!" Grem roared.
"Hahahaha! You're killing me! What's your Waaagh! worth? It ain't even a Little Waaagh, just a teeny-tiny Waaagh!" Goldtooth's laughter grew even more piercing. "Once you've seen Sneaky Boss's Waaagh!, you'll know what a Waaagh! really is!"
As soon as Goldtooth finished speaking, another host of Ork Boyz assembled on the other side of the battlefield. Their numbers were at least as great, with hundreds of Titan-class War Mechs towering among them, facing Grem's Iron Squiggoths.
High in the sky flew great numbers of Ork Planes, while even more Deffkoptas flew low. Each carried not only a pilot but also Gretchin Sneaky Boyz armed to the teeth, clinging to either side.
Tens of millions of Ork Boyz on each side