Just as Lynn and Dominic were plotting their own schemes, Brevis's undercurrents were surging, millions of kilometers away in the Dorito Agri World...
A round, scrap metal spaceship riddled with holes, if it can even be considered a spaceship.
It staggered and broke through the atmosphere, burning fiercely, and crashed headlong into a dense mushroom forest.
"Boom!"
The enormous impact was deafening, and smoke and dust billowed into the sky.
Countless mushrooms were blown away by the shockwave, their green spores flying everywhere.
The spaceship's hatch was kicked open from the inside with a loud bang.
Toothy was the first to jump out of the spaceship.
He landed heavily on the ground, his feet sinking into the soft mud.
A fresh breeze, carrying the scent of earth and mushrooms, instantly filled his nostrils.
Toothy took a deep breath, somewhat intoxicated.
This is real... air?
Warm air, carrying the breath of life?
It wasn't like the recirculated air on the Carl II, filled with the smells of engine oil, rust, and blood.
He raised his head and looked up at the sky.
The sky was azure, the clouds were white, and the warm sunlight shone on him, making him feel cozy and comfortable.
He reached out his hand, feeling the real gravity and the touch of the wind on his cheek.
Toothy's eyes were a little moist.
He grew up on the drifting Squig ranch since birth.
He had never seen a blue sky, never seen white clouds, never felt the sunshine, and never breathed real air.
On Carl II, the sky was always a pitch-black starry sky, the air was always a murky, circulating gas, and the floor beneath your feet was always a cold, hard alloy floor.
He had always thought that this was how the world was.
Only today did he realize that the world could be so beautiful.
I never knew my feet could step on soft soil, that the wind could feel on my face, and that the sun could be so warm.
Wow! Is this Dorito? It's so amazing!
"Oh my god! Is that a cloud? It's so white!"
"I can feel the wind! The wind is blowing on me!"
The remnants of the Hokage Clan jumped out of the spaceship one by one.
They were like a group of country kids visiting the city for the first time, shouting excitedly.
Rolling on the grass, running through the mushroom forest, experiencing this real and beautiful planet.
Most of them, like Toothy, spent their entire lives in the steel cage of Carl II.
For them, Dorito was just a legendary place.
Now, they have finally arrived here.
Toothy looked at everything in front of her and clenched her fists.
An unprecedented longing welled up in his heart.
He wants to make something of himself.
He wants to become powerful.
He wants to have it all.
There are so many things in this world that he has not yet experienced.
He can no longer be the same as before, a little Gretchin who only picks up trash.
He wanted to become a Orks warlord like Ragnar, to have his own planet, his own army, and his own stew pot!
One day, he will return to Carl II, defeat Seven-Smasha, and reclaim everything that belongs to him!
Just then, a series of chaotic footsteps approached.
A group of Ork Boyz dressed in yellow and black armor, wielding machetes and Big Shoota, emerged from the mushroom forest.
They were a patrol team from the Deffskull Clan; the sound of the impact had alerted them.
The burly man at the head of the group, carrying a massive Power Axe, roared at Toothy:
"Hey! Where are you guys from?"
"Which clan is it from? How did it fall from the sky?"
Toothy immediately suppressed her excitement and put on a fawning smile.
He strode forward and bowed deeply to the large man.
"Brother, don't misunderstand, we mean no harm," Toothy said with a smile.
"We're from Carl II, we're here to deliver a message!"
"A messenger?" The big guy frowned, looking Toothy up and down.
For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was a Orks or Gretchin.
As Gretchin, isn't he a bit too big? He's about the same size as an average kid.
But he looks like a Gretchin.
" Carl II? What message does it send?"
"Something terrible has happened!" Toothy pretended to be anxious.
" Carl II has been captured by the shrimp! The Sith leader and Chandler leader are both dead!"
"We barely escaped with our lives, we need to get this news to Ragnar right away!"
"What's the deal with Carl II? The Sith and Chandler are both dead?"
The Power Axe in the hand of the burly patrolman of the Deffskull Clan slammed into the mud with a "clang," sending mushroom spores flying everywhere.
His eyes widened, and he suspiciously scanned his Toothy times.
He then turned his head to look at the distant, wrecked spaceship that was still emitting black smoke and had half of its body embedded in the mushroom forest.
Finally, the focus shifted to the group of ragged, still-shaken Hokage boys.
Most Orks -Orks don't lie, but they can make up lies.
But the fear in the eyes of these kids wasn't feigned, and that wrecked ship couldn't have been faked on the spot.
Carl II has been silent for almost a week, which is already quite strange.
"Alright, come with me." The big guy scratched his bald green head, picked up his Power Axe again, and turned to leave.
"Consider yourselves lucky; you caught Boss Ragnar having his third lunch."
"If it were breakfast time, no one would dare disturb you. They'd be chopped into pieces and thrown to feed Squig."
Seeing that things were looking promising, Toothy quickly signaled his men to follow, their steps light and swift.
If Dorito the Orks don't accept them, then it's all over.
After passing through a dense forest of giant mushrooms, the view suddenly opened up before us.
The boundless fields were covered with mushrooms and tubers of all colors, and countless Ork Boyz were busy working in the fields with their shirts off.
They were picking mushrooms, chasing after the runaway Squig, and there were large iron pots simmering with stew everywhere.
The aroma of braised pork mingled with the fresh scent of mushrooms in the air.
Everywhere was filled with noisy shouts, and the vibrant life force was almost overflowing.
This is Dorito.
Unlike the perpetually cold, oil- and blood-smelling steel cage of Carl II, this is the true home of the Orks.
After walking for about half an hour, a building resembling a small hill appeared on the horizon.
That was originally Dorito's largest central grain reserve, standing 60 meters tall and covering an area the size of several hundred football fields.
Today it has been completely transformed into the palace of Ragnar, with its thick alloy exterior walls covered in crooked yellow and black graffiti.
It features a grinning Orks and the huge letter "WAAAGH!".
The original blast-proof door was removed and replaced with an archway pieced together from mammoth ribs and Imperium tank armor.
Two rows of Goffs boys, each over three meters tall, stood at the entrance, each wielding a heavy-duty Big Shoota, with huge stomachs and fierce eyes that looked like they could devour someone.
Stepping inside the palace made Toothy gasp in shock.
The spacious warehouse hall had no partitions, and the floor was piled high with all sorts of spoils of war.
The dismantled light spears and giant cannons, the banners embroidered with noble crests, the twisted wreckage of mechs, and the mountains of human skulls.
In the corner, dozens of Gretchin were using whips to drive a group of fat Squig into the stew pot.
And right in the very center of the hall is the Orks, the most waaaagh, in the entire Calixis System.
The Throne of the Big Stomach, Ragnar.