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When Chao'X and Razal were immersed in their relaxed laughter, the tranquility inside the ship was suddenly shattered by a sharp and piercing broadcast. The captain's Huda'hu sounded like a sharp knife, cutting through the bustling atmosphere inside the ship, pulling the attention of every beastman back to the impending situation.
"You idiots! We're finally here!" The captain's voice was filled with savage excitement and undisguised brutality, his rough laughter tinged with a hint of mad anticipation. "Hahaha, stop drinking and get your weapons ready, you lazy fools!" The captain's command echoed throughout the entire ship, turning the previously bustling rest area into an unusually serious environment, with each beastman's eyes shimmering with pre-battle determination.
"We are going to burn, kill, and plunder on Asra Planet! We will establish a new beastman tribe on the ground! Huda'hu A pirate tribe! Hahaha!" The captain's voice was full of ambition and anticipation for the future. His words were like a fire, igniting the fierce aspirations in the hearts of every beastman on the ship. The sudden broadcast made the atmosphere inside the ship instantly heavy, replacing all laughter and noise with a sense of tension for battle.
The laughter of Razal and Chao'X abruptly stopped, and the two looked at each other, unable to avoid a hint of unease and worry. For Razal, this burning, killing, and plundering was not the lifestyle he had hoped for, and for Chao'X, this broadcast was undoubtedly the call to battle, the beginning of a whole new challenge. At the captain's call, the beastmen on the ship began to act, preparing to face the impending battle.
When the captain's broadcast echoed through the ship, Pierre, the battle-hardened first mate, was immediately filled with passion and excitement. He stood up, his strong physique resembling a small Da Shan, and let out a deafening war cry, a perfect display of primal and savage power in his voice. Pierre's cry was like a battle horn, inspiring the fighting spirit of every orc.
"Roar!" His cry cut through the air inside the ship, conveying the desire and passion for the upcoming battle. For a moment, the entire rest cabin turned into a chaotic sea of roaring and yelling, with every orc infected by this surge of battle fervor, joining in the frenzy of shouting.
Even the usually calm Chao'X couldn't suppress the desire for battle in his heart. He joined in Pierre's war cry, and their voices intertwined, igniting greater power and passion. The atmosphere in the rest cabin reached its boiling point, with every beast person showing their most savage and unrestrained nature.
This war cry was not only an expression of passion for the upcoming plundering action, but also a pledge to the shared dream of the Huda'hu pirate clan. At this moment, whether it was Pierre, Chao'X, or every other beast person, they were all filled with anticipation and hot blood for the imminent rebirth of the beast clan.
With Pierre's savage roar echoing through the ship, he bellowed commands, "Get the gear, you fools!" while raising a seemingly weighty great axe that gleamed in the dim light. His deafening roar was like a battle horn, stirring the blood of every orc. Under his lead, the orcs within the ship were unleashed like wild beasts, raising their weapons and roaring, following Pierre towards the armory. Their heavy footsteps echoed through the metal corridors, each step foretelling the impending frenzy and plunder.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire rest cabin reached a boiling point, then suddenly descended into silence. All the orcs had already rushed to the armory, leaving Razal alone sitting quietly in the corner. As Razal's gaze gradually blurred with the running figures, the silence of the ship formed a stark contrast with his inner loneliness.
Razal looked at the empty rest cabin, feeling a complex emotion welling up in his heart. He was powerless to stop the impending plunder, and he couldn't muster the same excitement and anticipation as the other orcs. In the heat of battle, Razal seemed like a forsaken figure of a bygone era, quietly witnessing his own unique destiny.
The detailed scan conducted on the ship revealed a fact that deeply unsettled Razal: there is no Terra presence on the Asra star. There is no Astra Militarum stationed on this planet, no sign of Space Marines, and not even any form of advanced military power. For the impending arrival of the orcs, the humans here seem like a helpless flock of sheep, completely unable to resist the astonishing physique and innate combat genes of the orcs. In Razal's view, once the battle begins, the resistance on Asra Planet may not even last a day.
Although the Orc bandits are not numerous, this is largely due to the heavy losses suffered from a previous foolish decision by Huda'hu. In an attempt to seize the position of the leader of the Snakebite Tribe, they suffered significant losses, leading to a substantial decrease in their numbers. This operation is actually Huda'hu's attempt to restore his position and authority within the tribe through a simple victory.
Razal feels helpless about this. He knows that even though the number of orcs is small, it is still a disaster for the residents of Asra Planet who are technologically backward and unprepared. Although Razal disagrees with the behavior of the marauders, as one of them, he cannot change the impending outcome.
In this corner of the galaxy, the peaceful life of Asra Planet is about to be disrupted, and Razal, an individual with a different view of orc culture, can only feel powerless and sad deep inside. In the upcoming storm, he doesn't know what role he can play or what the outcome will be.
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