Zog dis be big hoole
-My King! The Green Menace conquered the middle levels of the mines. – Squat scout reported to his king who sat upon on throne made from black stone. His steel armor with gold trimming shined in the light of torches. – Also piece lovers were killed and fed to their animals.
-That's good and bad at the same time, but do tell me what are the chances of them waking up the great evil? – King caressed his axe. He felt old and tired, he wanted to just give up but he couldn`t.
- My lord, if they stay so loud as they are, I am sure they will wake it up, but I am not sure who will lose. Their disregard for their lives and physical prowess may prove challenging for the Great Evil. – Scout said and looked at his king. His white teeth shined in contrast to his black armor.
-Are they really as strong as you claim they are? Many already tried to defeat this abomination but none survived. Manny groups of great warriors had tried some were hailed as heroes…
At this moment another scout run into the throne room. – My King, I have bad news. The small round animals of Orks are completely swarming the Grand Canyon. Also, I discovered how they opened the gates of the ancient mines. – He said as he kneeled.
-Do tell me, please. What kind of foul sorcery did they use to open the gates? - King said in a weak voice afraid of what he is about to hear.
-They blew up everything around them and dug out the rest. Also, they are now looting old mechanic workshops but I doubt they will be able to use the machines our people left there.
-Again good news and bad news at the same time. Rise, my brave soldiers let us eat together. – King stood and led his soldiers to the dining hall.
Meanwhile, Orks had the best time of their lives since Boss krumped that giant umie stompa. They found a lot of weird thingz too loot. They had lotz oof wheelz, pipes, gubins and other working bits made from metal. Mr. Nuthead went nuts when he saw them machines and started screming –My machines! My machines! – Graxmek also went crazy and almost completely lost contact with reality. He was something about a thing called DAKKA. Boyz did not interrupted them and safely backed away. All except one who decided to bet lootz of teef that they will go, krump, and take whatever the two meks were building. This did not go well as he got krumped and shortened in his knees. This instated brought to him the attention of Doc Kidler who decided to install two artificial legs. As a payment, Doc took only all of his teef and switched his left hand to the grot model. Everyone except that single Ork thought it was hilarious.
Everything went well the occasional krumping was fun, loot was good and the amount of noise generated per Ork tripled thanks to the tight corridors of the mines. Even scout parties could hear the parties and cheers during fights.
Boss was leading on of such parties as sitting on his ass wasn`t something that he liked to do also he had a great instinct for finding enemies and this instinct led him to the giant hole in a middle of a mountain. It looked like a well made for a bucket that was at least 40 meters in diameter.
-Zog dat be a big hole. Must be bigger than that hole outside. – Said Boss and looked down. – Ooy bring me a grot! Wez gunna check how deep it is! – Grot was immediately brought and thrown down the hole. The screams could be heard for a long time until a barely audible splat could be heard. After that Boss heard like some tiny metal gubbins were falling down. – Zog, it's deep. Bring me anutha un. – Boss demanded another grot be thrown into a chasm which was done immediately without as much as a question. This time screams were louder but there was only a splat without the sound of small gubbins.
-Boss? What if we threw dis? – One of the boyz pointed at a bucket filled with rusty metal bits.