A surging Green Tide followed behind Iron Claw. Once they entered the city, they instinctively scattered, slaughtering, wrecking, and destroying.
The resistance hastily organized by the city's militia was meaningless. Like the unarmed civilians, they were eggs dashed against the Orks' rocks, smashed to pieces.
This could no longer be called a war. It was a massacre.
Flames, thick smoke, and screams rose from every corner of the city, lighting up half the night sky. For the humans, it was a hell of despair; for the Orks, a joyous revel.
Destroying a human city was that simple.
Three hours later, Iron Claw twisted his neck in boredom as he looked at the burning human city before him.
Too weak! Too boring! Not a single tough one!
Led by Goldtooth, a squad of Gretchin riders mounted on Squig war beasts crossed the blazing ruins and streets piled with blood and corpses, bringing a great haul of loot before Goldtooth.
"Boss Goldtooth, my boyz have taken the railway station. Now I need some Mekboys and Mekboys to fix up the trains, then we can get moving."
Goldtooth spoke smugly. He was pleased with how the raid on the Humie city had gone. It had been fast, and they had collected plenty of loot. Two large sacks stuffed with Teef and shiny treasures sat on his Squig war beast's back.
Iron Claw did not answer Goldtooth immediately. After thinking for a while, he said, "Goldtooth, I'll give you all the boyz you need. I can leave most of the boyz here with you, and you can lead them on the Waaagh!"
"Boss, what d'you mean? Me leading the boyz? What about you?" Goldtooth asked in confusion. Loot meant nothing unless you took it yourself. Surely Boss Iron Claw would not have him take