American Comics: I, The Man Behind The Scenes, Run Everything

green skin.

A creature from the Warhammer world.

Part plant, part flesh.

The vitality is extremely tenacious.

Even if the head fell off.

Touch a head casually and press it.

Then just sew it up.

Just like the original.

and.

Genes are very powerful.

As long as a drop of blood falls on this planet.

The spores contained in this drop of blood.

It will take root and sprout.

Grow all the things an orc needs in the ground, and gradually grow from, grits, squirrels,

orc kid,

Gradually grow the entire orc tribe, and finally become a planet.

All it takes is a drop of blood, or even a tiny spore in a drop of blood.

It will take two or three months for "September 47" to reproduce the entire race.

These green skins.

Born with only one thought.

That is a fight.

Not in the middle of a fight.

Just on the way to the fight.

These green skins live in the most hopeless world of the Warhammer world.

Only they feel the happiest.

Because you can fight every day.

There are fights.

and.

no matter who.

They all hit.

As long as they are enemies, they will kill each other.

the worst,

That's not all.

It's their tech tree.

They belong to the race that fights more and more cattle.

Probably the first month of fighting with you.

He also throws you with sticks and stones.

Well, after a week of you and the dry fight.

You can see that the other party is holding a shoddy rifle and artillery.

In a month.

They can start developing gravity weapons that leave this planet

Even build a combat moon with the same file size as the moon.

Battle stars with the same file size as planet.

Such unreasonable technology.

No matter what race it is, I don't want to mess with it.

Because it's just a gai trick.

and.

These guys, the most excessive thing belongs to their abilities.

Their Ability, is called Waaaaaaaagh!

energy.

Waaaaagh when they're happy

When fighting waaaaaagh

Even making weapons Waaaaagh

As long as they think it's fine.

Then it must work.

For example, they felt that if the shells were painted yellow.

Then the explosion range of their shells will increase by ten percent.

Then after it is painted, the range of the explosion will really increase by 100%.

If, they think the car is painted Red.

Then the speed will increase by 30%.

Then after painting the color.

It will really increase the speed by 30%.

There's absolutely no reason to say that.

But they just can.

There is also a lot of technology.

Obviously no gears, no drive shafts.

It's just two wheels, plus a bunch of speed.

Add at most a broken engine.

But this thing just works.

It can also run extremely fast.

This is what they think they can run, so they can run if they can't.

That's our Waaaagh energy.

After At the moment's star-lord entered this desert planet.

Just met these green skins.

Each one is still in its most primitive state.

Two orc races, trying to defeat each other.

Because this planet is too barren.

There is hardly any life.

All just a few waves of greenskins fighting.

And it's not possible.

Let these green skins have almost nothing to think about.

So the way of fighting is still in the primitive way of throwing stones.

Not even a javelin.

It is fighting the most primitive war.

boom

Xingjue shot at the people behind him.

The people behind also drove the combat spaceship in the direction of Xingjue to fight back.

"They must be left on this planet!"

"Do you have any good ideas?"

Xingjue looked at some people behind him...

Forget it, I guess these people don't have a good idea.

never mind.

never mind.

"Let's fight them!"

"Wait, I have an idea!"

Gamora and Star-Lord hatch a plan.

That is to leave Xingjue first.

Let them mistakenly think that Xingjue is going to abandon the ship and escape.

Then they drove the spaceship to fight back.

"Can I object?"

"What do you say!?"

Gamora kicked out.

Kick Xingjue to the ground.

And the spaceship behind saw Xingjue fall down.

Immediately chased in the direction of Xingjue.

Thought Xingjue was going to jump ship and escape.

And Star-Lord screamed loudly, attracting the green skins fighting below.

"I think that thing can be used!"

"Me too!"

"Let's grab those things!"

"Yeah!"

A tribe, there will be a God.

The green skin is nothing but a dry frame.

Also find a boss.

This boss will definitely be the best, most powerful, and most able to fight in the tribe.

And such a boss is called the war boss.

Specially take them to fight.

With the war boss, these tribes are unified.

Of course 1.1.

If there are other war bosses.

Then they have to fight.

A planet can only have one boss.

Everyone else has to obey the boss's orders.

It doesn't matter if you're a fart or a green kid.

The boss's orders must be obeyed absolutely.

No one can violate it.

Otherwise, it would be challenging the majesty of the boss.

"Get rid of them!"

"Kill 'em! Waaaaagh!"

"Waaaaaagh!"

Accompanied by bursts of strange energy fluctuations!

These green skins seem to be buffed.

Various attributes such as strength have skyrocketed.

It's like being beaten with chicken blood. .