"What? More Humie troops left the city?" Iron Claw listened to his boy's report in disbelief. He had been ready for a brutal fight, only for it to suddenly switch to easy mode.
Iron Claw scratched his bald head with his claw, considering whether the Humie boss's head deserved a place on his boss rack.
Forget it. The first one will do. I can replace it with a better one later.
Orks liked war, and they liked fierce wars and powerful opponents even more. If their enemies were too weak, fighting them was boring, and they barely grew stronger themselves.
During the War in Heaven, the Orks had been far taller and larger, and their technology far more advanced, precisely because their enemies had been so powerful.
After the plague and the disappearance of the smart boys, the Orks' genes were somewhat deficient compared to back then, but that alone could not account for how weak they had become. During the War in Heaven, Ork Nobs had stood at least ten meters tall. Now, even those around four meters tall were called Nobs.
Ultimately, every species in the Galaxy had grown weaker. Weaklings pecking at weaklings had made the Orks weaker too. It was like playing chess against a terrible player-the more you played, the worse you got.
On this continent in Euronia III's Southern Hemisphere, the right flank consisted of rainforests and the main human urban centers. Yet this seemingly shortest route was not the direction of Iron Claw's main assault.
He had taken his five hundred thousand elite boys along the left flank. The terrain there was more open, and most of its cities had been built along the coast. Attacking along this route seemed both roundabout and risky.
But that was only how it looked on the