Gritting his teeth, Bonebreaker stared at the silver-gray figure chopping in the green tide in the distance, the guy who had brought him the shame of failure.
"I will definitely get it back!"
With that said, he shook off the leader who was holding him, turned around and stepped onto a dirty car and tank that had been activated.
"Let's go!"
Soshyan, who was working hard to move forward, suddenly heard the greenskins shouting. It was not their usual roar, but a kind of trembling cry.
He looked up and saw a huge red flag moving at high speed with a hateful alien smiley face on it.
"The green-skinned warlord is running away! Send a signal to the Iron Skull Legion immediately. That flag is the green-skinned warlord!"
Soon, a dense burst of artillery fire covered the area where the flag was located.
What happened next, to Soshyan's surprise, was that the big flag symbolizing the green-skinned warlord actually fell down on its own. Apparently, the opponent had realized that he was a little conspicuous.
"Tank! The one sitting in the tank is the green-skinned warlord!"
Another burst of artillery fire hit the evacuating greenskin armored troops, creating a path of death.
Bonecrusher had to climb into a truck after the tank broke down.
"The one with the thickest armor is the green-skinned warlord!"
It had no choice but to take off all the armor on its body.
"The biggest one on the truck is the green warlord!"
...
"Boss...my motorcycle may be a bit small. Just don't mind it. Boss...I'm a little embarrassed when you hug me naked."
"Shut up! Drive your car!"
Full of anger, Bonecrusher slapped the guy driving in front of him on the back of the head. Logically speaking, his body type was not suitable for riding on a motorcycle, but there was no way he could be targeted.
Fortunately, this motorcycle is indeed durable enough. Even though the rear wheel was flattened, it still struggled to drive forward and soon escaped into the jungle.
"I will definitely get this debt back!!!!!!!"
Just when the three main green-skin clans were defeated by the sudden arrival of the Astartes in the sub-continent, the battlefield on the main continent was still raging with war, and the Hades Hive near the jungle became a key area of attack.
But neither the greenskins nor the humans realized that there was actually a third observer on this battlefield, or the real initiator of the war——
Aetheilam, the Eldar ranger, pulled his exquisite blade from the necks of two mean greenskins, then holstered his shuriken as the third fell to the ground.
The last orc swung his machete in fear, missed the mark and fell to the ground, and his head was chopped off before he could get up.
"Four more added."
The ranger whispered to himself while the other team members around him nodded slightly. Nearly a hundred green-skinned corpses lay scattered in the ruins of what was originally a barn.
Their mission is simple, that is to ensure that the greenskins do not continue to go in this direction.
The Ranger team then took the vehicle and returned to the jungle thirty kilometers away at a rapid speed.
"Prophet, it looks like humans will get rid of these greenskins."
The ranger bowed obediently before the prophet's still figure and said:
"I have seen their battles. Although they are clumsy, it is undeniable that they are also very powerful."
"That's right, the new humans will destroy the Orks, but they are by no means our allies."
Veronica whispered, staring at the spiers of the nest towering on the horizon in the distance. The two of them were currently standing on the canopy platform of a big tree.
"We must never forget that they are cruel and capricious creatures."
The shadows of the trees swirled on the black and green armor of Uthwe's Ark. The Eldar's secret camp was established deep in the jungle, at the end of a path that seemed to be a dead end.
The camp barely damaged the original appearance of the vegetation. This is because the Eldar's superb skills allowed the buildings to match the local vegetation in color and shape.
Since its establishment, many greenskins have passed through the camp without noticing its existence until they were shot to pieces by shuriken guns.
Rangers often wander in the jungle or outside the jungle, monitoring the movements of the despicable greenskins, and mapping the route for the complete eradication of this group of interstellar pests in the world of Uthwe.
For Aetheiram, he couldn't even stand the smell of these creatures - their presence almost made him hallucinate.
But sometimes he still hates letting stupid humans enjoy the remaining orcs. On the other hand, exterminating pests is not worth the Eldar's efforts - such mundane tasks should be left to more mundane races.
But if you understand the signs and emblems of the Eldar, you will know that these rangers wearing blue armor and yellow helmets are not from the craft world Uthwe.
In fact, they all come from the Ark of Alaitok, the city of rangers.
Although all Craftworlds have Rangers, none can match the number of Rangers in the Craftworld of Alaitok.
The Alaitok Rangers are also known as "Star Travelers". Most of the time they do not live in the Ark World. They travel in the galaxy and only occasionally return to their homeland, so they can often see travelers in other Ark Time.
Starr.
But this does not mean that they have forgotten their homeland. The rangers have always remained loyal to Alaitoc.
In addition to regular rangers, Alaitok is also the only Craftworld to have a more powerful ranger unit called "Pathfinders". These well-trained snipers can cause great damage to enemy forces.
When needed, Alaitoc will recall wandering rangers to serve the Craftworld's armies, and can also recall an unusually large number of martial masters - those who have lost their way in the chosen way of the warrior.
Most of the Eldar in Alaitoc chose the path of wandering and became wanderers to satisfy their desire for adventure. This also made Alaitoc have a close relationship with the Eldar pirates.
"They came at the right time, Prophet."
"For they must come."
Veronica replied, still staring into the unknown distance.
"Their fate is bound here, though they have long forgotten it...Humans possess only pitifully short memories, which makes them more dangerous than the dark side of their souls."
In fact, this invasion of the Bonecrusher was no accident. Only Veronica and the Prophet Council of the world of Ulthwe knew this. They used overt and covert means to guide the Bonecrusher to Armageddon, and even the one it drove
The ruined ship was prepared by the Eldar in advance and "pushed" to Urk using secret methods.
All of this is just because in the prophecy, the Bonebreaker will threaten the craft world.
Compared to costing the Eldar thousands of casualties and sacrificing billions of humans, it was not a difficult decision for the prophets of Uthwe.
However, the Great Prophet Eldral told Veronica that fate has truly begun to turn. For the Eldar, humans, and greenskins, this place is the real intersection of fate.
But she has never been able to understand what this sentence implies.
"When will the follow-up troops arrive?"
the ranger asked, looking up at the sky as if searching for any sign of other Eldar troops.
"They will arrive on time. We don't need to worry about this issue now. Let's go and see if the humans in that hive can still deal with the green-skinned pests."
"As you command, Prophet."
The ranger replied, bowing his head with enthusiasm.
Then, in just a moment, he strode away and disappeared into the dense forest, looking forward to getting a few more kills today.