High walls had been constructed from scrap iron, and towering structures at both ends emitted a foul, decaying stench.
Blackish-brown sewage seeped through the rust-stained walls, and a strange, sweet metallic odor filled the air.
Everything here looked crude and barbaric.
This was an Ork camp—or rather, an Ork tribe.
In this vast forest, there were many such Ork tribes, each engaging in combat duels with one another.
The winner might rise to the rank of Warboss, while the loser would be fully absorbed into the victor's tribe.
A large group of Gretchin boys hammered away at piles of scrap metal.
The smarter ones might manage to forge a tank—or even some unreliable aircraft.
Even more skilled Ork Weirdboys or Big Meks could create far more impressive machines.
But this tribe's efficiency was low; they hadn't participated in a large-scale battle for a long time.
"WAAAAA!"
The jungle constantly echoed with WAAAAA sounds as several Ork Nobz tangled in wrestling matches to test their strength.
Their methods were entirely unskilled… every brutal collision could send an opponent crashing to the ground.
"I'm the biggest and most WAAAAA Ork! You weakling can't represent the will of Gork and Mork!"
"Beat me first before you talk… you big blockhead!"
"I only used a little trick, and you already can't beat me!"
"Shut up!" an Ork clad in scrap Ceramite Armor shouted angrily.
"Without a powerful physique, your little tricks aren't worth mentioning!"
Another Ork howled in rage: "WAAAAA… Gork is brutal and kunnin', Mork is kunnin' and brutal!"
"Your style is only brutal with no kunnin'! You don't understand the will of Gork and Mork at all!"
"Crap!"
"Then what right do you have to talk about me? Your style has no brutal aesthetic—only kunnin' remains. You're practically no different from those Gretchin, you trash!"
The two argued and then resumed scuffling. At first glance, it seemed like a single tribe—but in reality, these were two tribes that hadn't merged yet, temporarily sharing a camp.
The bosses of both sides had been dueling in the arena at the camp's center for a long time.
They fought until exhausted, rested briefly, and then continued.
This cycle had repeated many times; these two had been dueling for over six months, and still, no victor had emerged.
The tribes were nearly merged, yet the two bosses had yet to decide a winner.
The Orc Boys on both sides were beginning to doze off; this kind of meaningless fighting wasn't WAAAAA at all.
A Gretchin, looking like a goblin, scratched itself, caught a small bug, and stuffed it into its mouth.
"Wow, when will our bosses finish fighting?"
"I'm getting a bit hungry. Should we go get something good to eat?"
Another Gretchin shook its head and tapped the glutton with a wrench.
"Forget it, did you forget?"
"Until the two bosses finish fighting, no one is allowed to leave!"
"Wait for them… otherwise, if you wander out, watch out or the Big Boy at the gate will eat you!"
Not only the dozing Orc Boys, but even the Gretchin began to feel this pointless scuffling was boring.
Both sides' fighting styles were the same every day—one using tricks while the other relied on pure brute force.
God knows how they could fight for so long; they had literally bored the surrounding Orc Boys and Gretchin to sleep.
"Whoa, everyone look! Who's that? That guy looks even bigger than our bosses!"
Suddenly, an Orc Boy atop a high tower pointed into the distance as a massive figure in blue shorts emerged from the jungle.
His chest muscles were enormous, every muscle sharply defined with linear aesthetic beauty.
Every step shook the ground. The newcomer even uprooted a nearby tree to wield as a weapon.
"WAAAAA! You boys up there, open the gate! Where are your bosses?"
"Allow me to introduce myself. Call me Hulk. I'm your new boss. Tell your old bosses to come out!"
The Orks on the tower froze at the sight of this magnificent, powerful physique.
Is… is this right?
This guy feels just like our bosses—not very brainy, though.
For a moment, the kunnin' Orks plotted a sneak attack. In Ork society, combat power wasn't determined solely by size.
One Orc Boy hid a large iron rod behind his back, planning to strike.
He wanted to show this newcomer the ruthlessness of Ork society.
"CLANG!" The iron rod smashed against the newcomer's forehead. The Orc Boy had jumped to reach him.
Unfortunately, though this Hulk possessed some Ork memories, his stats were still Hulk-level.
The rod bent on impact. Hulk twisted it into a pretzel and tossed it aside.
Physical attacks like this couldn't hurt him. His infinite strength could teach any carbon-based unit a lesson.
Hulk's body swelled several inches in response to the provocation.
"This is so WAAAAA!"
Seeing the long-haired green Ork grow larger, most of the Orc Boys howled with excitement.
In front of all the Orc Boys and Gretchin, he grabbed the provocateur and hurled him over his shoulder, smashing him into the ground in a spray of blood.
"Who else?"
The angry Hulk rampaged through the camp, taking down one Ork per punch, leaving the rest dazed.
All the Orc Boys thought: holy crap, this new boss is strong! One per punch—this is insane!
The two tribal bosses, still entangled in combat, turned toward the newcomer.
Their eyes went blank; the size of this guy was ridiculous.
Nearly four meters tall… leaving all Orks frozen.
Blood and remnants on his fists showed he had already crushed several Orc Boys.
"A challenger?"
The two bosses exchanged a glance. Though slightly smaller, neither thought they would lose.
Whether by the will of Gork and Mork or not, they knew they had to cooperate fully.
Despite their prolonged dueling, they had actually been honing combat skills—or talent.
"WAAAAA, Gork is brutal!"
"WAAAAA, Mork is kunnin'!"
Charging from both sides, they swung their Choppas and Power Klaws.
But Hulk casually delivered two heavy punches.
The two Orks were smashed into the ground like carrots planted in soil.
Hulk then picked them up like chicks and questioned them:
"Is this all you can do?"
"The dungeons I faced before weren't as weak as you two!"
"I am chosen by the gods of Gork and Mork, and I am a human!"
"You weaklings don't understand the will of Gork and Mork at all!"
Before they could surrender, Hulk hurled them like shot puts.
Their bodies slammed into the camp walls, half-embedded inside.
"Oh, looks like they're almost dead!"
The tribe's Painboy came over to treat them, using iron plates to patch their heads.
He split a pot lid in half, attaching each piece to their left and right sides—perfectly patching missing parts of their brains.
Don't ask how Orks provide medical care… it's just the power of "I fink, I fink this'll work."
"Woohoohoo!"
After Hulk's assault, both Ork bosses knelt in submission.
The power gap was too large; fighting them was like handling chicks.
Even thick steel couldn't withstand Hulk's punches, let alone flesh.
"That's more like it!"
"What am I? Say it!"
Hulk, now in the Warhammer world, tapped their heads for questioning.
If displeased, the bosses would be flying again.
Bullying the weak was an Ork tradition; the loser must obey the stronger.
This was Ork law and the mark of Gork and Mork.
"I… I fink you're the bigger and more WAAAAA Ork. You're our boss!"
"Yes… yes, you're the bigger and more WAAAAA Ork. Only you can lead us!"
The surrounding Orc Boys erupted in cheers.
Their new, bigger, more WAAAAA boss had beaten the previous ones with just two punches.
Mekboys were thrilled; if the new boss could beat the old ones in shorts, then with armor or Big Shootas… he would be unstoppable.
Hulk then declared:
"Wrong! I am the biggest and most WAAAAA human! Call me Hulk!"
"I am chosen by the gods of Gork and Mork, you trash—don't call me otherwise!"
The Orks were confused. Why insist he was human?
He had long hair and muscles, but how was he not like them?
"WAAAAA! Call me Hulk! I'm the biggest and most WAAAAA human!"
"Call me Lord, or I'll turn you into mushrooms!"
All Orks fell silent. The new boss was ruthless and brutal—though they hadn't yet seen his kunnin'.
For now, everyone treated Hulk as the biggest and most WAAAAA greenskin-human.
"Yes, yes, you're our new boss! Lead us in an even bigger WAAAGH!!"
A mountain-shaking tide of WAAAAA erupted from the tribe.
They anticipated battles—uniting Ork tribes or fighting Stupid Squishies—all exciting.
Under Hulk's leadership, crushing enemies would be easy.
Massive iron plates were forged into weapons. Strange War Engines hammered into existence.
Hulk, surprisingly methodical under the WAAAGH! energy, would fight to enemy headquarters, call out the boss, give two punches, and either convert the opponent into subordinates or mushrooms.
Thus, the Hulk Richard had thrown down truly stirred an Ork WAAAGH!.
Richard awoke, uncovering the chessboard… the Hulk he had placed had unified all forest Orks into the greatest Warboss.
Ork tribes once divided were now united. Even greenskin Orks wore blue shorts like their boss.
"Awesome!"
With a toothbrush in his mouth, Richard commanded Brother Hulk to launch a Great WAAAGH! toward the Gate of the Red Angel.
Hundreds of thousands of Orks WAAAGH!-ed toward the demons in grand fashion, leaving some Wolf Pups dumbfounded on the battlefield.
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