High walls were built from scrap iron, and the towering structures at both ends emitted a foul, decaying stench.
Blackish-brown sewage seeped through the rust-stained walls, and a strange, sweet metallic scent filled the air.
Everything here looked incredibly crude and barbaric.
This was an Ork camp, or rather, an Ork clan.
In this vast forest, there were many such Ork clans, they would engage in combat duels with one another.
The winner might become a Warboss, while the loser would be completely absorbed into the opponent's clan.
A large group of Gretchin boys were hammering away at piles of scrap metal.
The smarter individuals among these boys might manage to hammer out a tank or even some rather unreliable aircraft.
Even smarter Ork Weirdboys or Big Meks could come up with even better stuff.
But clearly, this clan's efficiency was very low because they hadn't participated in a large-scale battle for a long time.
"WAAAAAGH!"
WAAAAAGH sounds echoed constantly from the jungle as several Ork Nobz got tangled together, starting a wrestling match to test their skills.
They competed using completely skill-less methods, every barbaric collision could knock an opponent down.
"I'm the biggest and most WAAAAAGH 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 wearing scrap Ceramite Armor cursed angrily.
"Without a powerful physique, your little tricks aren't worth mentioning!"
Another Ork howled in rage: "WAAAAAGH, 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' is left, you're practically no different from those Gretchin, you trash!"
The two argued and then began scuffling again, at first glance, this was one clan, but it was actually two clans that hadn't merged yet, temporarily living in one camp.
The bosses of both sides had been competing in the arena at the center of the camp for a long time.
They would fight until both were exhausted, take a break, and then continue the duel once they had rested enough.
This process had been repeated many times in this camp; these two had been dueling since over six months ago, right up until now.
The clans were almost merged into one, yet these two bosses still hadn't decided a winner.
The ork Boys on both sides were starting to doze off because this kind of meaningless combat wasn't WAAAAAGH at all.
A Gretchin that looked like a goblin scratched its body, caught a small bug, and stuffed it directly 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 to finish, otherwise, if you dare to wander out, watch out or the Big Boy at the gate will eat you!"
Not to mention the dozing ork Boys around them, even the Gretchin were starting to feel that this meaningless scuffling was becoming boring.
The fighting style of both sides was basically the same every day—one playing tricks while the other used pure brute force. God knows why these two could fight for so long, they had literally bored the surrounding ork Boys and Gretchin to sleep.
"Whoa, everyone look, who's that? That guy looks even bigger than our bosses!"
Suddenly, an ork Boy on the high tower pointed into the distance as a super big guy wearing blue shorts walked out of the jungle.
His chest muscles were extremely powerful, every muscle was full of linear aesthetic beauty.
Every step brought a tremor to the ground, the newcomer even uprooted a nearby tree to use as a weapon in his hand.
"WAAAAAGH, 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!"
Looking at that magnificent and powerful physique, the Orks on the tower were stunned.
Is, is this right?
This big guy feels just like our own bosses, not much in the way of brains.
For a moment, the kunnin' Orks thought of some nasty tricks, in Ork tribal society, combat power certainly wasn't determined purely by size alone.
At that moment, an ork Boy secretly hid a large iron rod behind his back, planning to deliver a sneak attack.
He wanted to show this big guy what the ruthlessness of Ork society was all about.
"CLANG!" The large iron rod smashed heavily against the other's forehead, to reach him, the ork Boy even had to jump up to strike.
Unfortunately, although this Hulk possessed some Ork memories, his stats were still very much like Hulk.
The iron rod that struck his forehead bent, and then Hulk took the rod, twisted it into a pretzel, and tossed it aside.
Physical attacks of this level couldn't hurt him in the slightest, his infinite strength could almost teach any carbon-based unit a lesson.
As the saying goes, Hulk is angry, and the consequences are serious.
After sensing this person's provocative behavior, his already massive and robust body swelled several inches more.
"This is so WAAAAAGH!"
Seeing the long-haired green Ork grow larger, most of the ork Boys began to howl with excitement.
In front of all the ork Boys and Gretchin, he picked up the provocateur directly.
Then, with an over-the-shoulder throw, he smashed him directly into a mist of blood on the ground.
"Who else?"
The angry Hulk charged into the camp, taking down one boy per punch, immediately smashing all the Orks into a daze.
All the ork Boys looked on and thought, holy crap, this new boss is strong!
One boy per punch, this is too fierce!
"What's the situation?"
The two tribal bosses, who were still entangled in combat, both looked toward the big guy who had charged in.
Their gazes slowly turned blank because the size of the big guy before them was simply too damn ridiculous.
A body nearly 4 meters tall, left all the Orks frozen in shock.
The ork brain matter remaining on his fists indicated that he had already hammered several boys to death.
"A challenger?"
The two Ork bosses immediately became interested; although their sizes were indeed "slightly" smaller than the big guy in front of them, neither believed they would lose to him.
Whether it was the power of Gork and Mork or not, the two exchanged a look and knew they had to cooperate fully.
Don't be fooled by how long they had been fighting here; in reality, they were both honing their combat skills, or rather, their combat talent.
"WAAAAAGH, Gork is brutal!"
"WAAAAAGH, Mork is kunnin'!"
One from the left and one from the right, they charged forward swinging their Choppas and Power Klaws.
But the Hulk in blue shorts just casually gave them two heavy punches.
Their entire bodies were smashed into the ground like carrots being planted in the soil.
They shook their heads and swayed in the ground, looking as if they really had become carrots planted in the earth.
Then Hulk picked up these two clueless fools like they were little chicks and questioned the two Ork bosses.
"Is this all you two are capable of?"
"The dungeons I faced before weren't as weak as you two!"
"I am the chosen of the gods of Gork and Mork, and I am also a human!"
"You two weaklings don't understand the will of Gork and Mork at all!"
Before the two could even surrender, Hulk threw them away like shot puts.
Their bodies smashed heavily into the camp walls, with half their bodies even becoming embedded inside.
"Oh, looks like they're almost dead!"
The Painboy in the clan scratched his butt and came over to treat the bosses.
Though their heads were a bit deformed, it didn't matter—just use some iron plates to patch them up!
And so, the Painboy produced a pot lid from who-knows-where.
He split the lid in half, attaching one piece to the left and one to the right, perfectly patching up the missing parts of their left and right brains.
Don't ask how Orks provide medical care, it's just the power of 'I fink', I fink this'll work.
"Woohoohoo!"
After being dealt a head-on blow by Hulk, both Ork bosses knelt down to show their submission.
The power gap was simply too large; fighting them felt no different from picking up little chicks.
They were powerless against those two heavy punches, even that thick steel had been smashed through by the opponent, let alone their flesh.
"Oh right, that's more like it!"
"What am I? Come on, you two say it!"
Hulk, having arrived in the Warhammer world, tapped their heads and began his questioning.
Clearly, if the boss was unhappy, these two would be flying again.
Bullying the defeated and the weak was also a tradition among the Orks.
In Ork society, the loser should properly follow the commands of the stronger one.
This was the iron law of the Orks and the mark of Gork and Mork upon them.
"I, I fink you're the bigger and more WAAAAAGH Ork. I want you to be the boss, you're our boss!"
"Um, yes, yes, yes, you're the bigger and more WAAAAAGH Ork. Only you can be our boss, you're our only boss!"
The surrounding ork Boys immediately erupted into cheers because, at this moment, they had a new, bigger, and more WAAAAAGH boss.
This boss was too awesome, beating the previous bosses into submission with just two heavy punches.
The Mekboys were even more excited; if the new boss could beat the old ones while just wearing shorts, then if they welded on some scrap iron armor or gave him some Big Shootas, wouldn't he just take off!
Wait, even the biggest Big Shoota couldn't display the new boss's strength.
This even stronger new boss should have some bigger and more WAAAAAGH weapons.
Weapons that weren't WAAAAAGH enough simply weren't worthy of being equipped by the boss.
He even needed a set of even more awesome and bigger armor; only then would it work.
Then Hulk's two heavy slaps immediately woke all the Orks up.
"Wrong!"
"I said just now, I'm the biggest and most WAAAAAGH HUMAN! Not an Ork!"
"Call me Hulk, remember this name!"
"I'm the chosen of the gods appointed by Gork and Mork, you two nincompoops, don't call me the wrong thing!"
All the Orks were confused—why did this new boss insist on saying he was a human?
Besides having hair on his head, what was the difference?
It couldn't be that just because you have long hair, you can say you're a human, right?
Look at those muscles, those arms, how could those Stupid Squishies compare to the new boss? He could take them one punch at a time!
How is it possible? To be compared to Stupid Squishies?
"WAAAAAGH! Listen, call me Hulk, I'm the biggest and most WAAAAAGH human!"
"Call me Lord from now on. If you say it wrong, I'll turn you all into mushrooms in the ground!"
Under that massive roar, all the Orks didn't dare say anything more.
There was no choice; the new boss was very ruthless. He was certainly brutal enough, though they didn't know about his kunnin' yet.
For a time, everyone treated the Hulk before them as the biggest and most WAAAAAGH greenskin human.
It was just that this thought wasn't that firm yet; many of the boys still firmly believed he was just a powerful Ork whose brain was a bit scrambled.
"Ah, yes, yes, yes, you're the biggest and most WAAAAAGH human!"
"You're our only new boss, please lead us to launch an even bigger and more WAAAAAGH WAAAGH!!"
For a moment, the sound of a mountain-shaking tide of voices erupted from the Orks in the entire clan, their WAAAAAGH sound was very imposing and full of spirit.
They were even excitedly thinking about the upcoming battles, whether it was unifying other Ork clans or fighting Stupid Squishies, it would all be very exciting.
With a new Ork boss, crushing any enemy would be very simple and easy.
Probably no boss could withstand two heavy punches from him.
"Mhm..."
For a moment, Hulk, whose mind was already scrambled, also nodded with satisfaction.
Although he didn't know why he had to be the boss of these Orks, he felt that being the boss of these greenskins wasn't so bad.
Muscles connected to the brain, and fists replaced thinking.
Just like that, the two originally divided clans were unified by Hulk into an Ork Warband!
They would launch even bigger and more WAAAAAGH battles.
They were going to unify the other Ork clans and then challenge those demons in the north who were very good at fighting.
"All you boys, hear my command! I'm going to take you to launch an even bigger and more WAAAAAGH WAAAGH!!"
"Go prepare weapons for me, I'm going to take you to fight endless battles!"
"WAAAAAGH!" The Orks and Gretchin all shouted excitedly; in the Ork social system, fighting was the best form of entertainment.
Dying in battle was nothing more than a cycle of reincarnation and rebirth to them, if they went too long without a fight, their aura would become extremely withered.
Massive amounts of iron plates were forged into weapons of war, strange War Engines were hammered and beaten into existence just like that.
Under the leadership of the new Warboss, the other Ork clan leaders in the jungle all suffered head-on blows from Hulk.
Miraculously, Hulk was quite smart, under the influence of the massive WAAAGH! energy, his every battle and command was extremely methodical.
And every time he fought his way to the opponent's headquarters, he would call out the enemy boss for a duel.
Then the Hulk would give him two heavy punches and hammer him into the ground. Those who couldn't take it turned into mushrooms, and those who could became his subordinates, joining his Green Tide.
In this way, relying on this extremely wild fighting style, the Hulk that Caleb had thrown down really did stir up an Ork WAAAGH!.
At this time, Caleb had just startled awake from his sleep, and when he uncovered the gameboard to look, the Hulk he had thrown down had already unified the Orks of the entire forest and become the greatest Warboss.
The Ork clans that were originally divided into different factions were all unified under Hulk's banner.
Even the greenskin Orks had gone crazy for some reason, actually following their boss's lead and wearing blue shorts.
"Awesome!"
With a toothbrush still in his mouth, Caleb immediately commanded Brother Hulk to launch a Great WAAAGH! toward the Gate of the Red Angel!
An Ork army numbering in the hundreds of thousands began WAAAGH!-ing toward the demons in a grand fashion.
At the same time, certain Wolf Pups on the battlefield were left dumbfounded.
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NINCOMPOOP is such a Hulk word to say, innit?