Deep in the void outside the Armageddon system, the junk fleet of Bonebreaker Mag Uruk-Saraka is gathering into a chaotic and frenzied sea of ​​steel.

These warships were pieced together from abandoned Imperial ships, broken space wreckage and the Orks' crude welding technology. Each one exudes a strong smell of engine oil and the unique sweat of Orks.

Inside the battleship, the orcs were busying about frantically, their green skin glowing oily in the dim light, their sturdy arms wielding wrenches and hammers, hitting any parts that looked unstable.

The air was filled with their roars and laughter, and explosions were heard from time to time, but the orcs didn't care. Instead, they shouted even more excitedly.

"Waaaaaagh! Again!"

The cabin was filled with all kinds of broken weapons and ammunition. The orcs grabbed a rusty machete or a crooked gun and started fighting each other.

Some orcs fought fiercely for a piece of trash that looked particularly "shiny", using fists and teeth until one of them was knocked down. The winner held up the trophy and let out a deafening roar.

"Waaaaaagh! This is mine!"

The other orcs gathered in a circle, stamping their feet and cheering excitedly. To them, this fight was the most exciting entertainment in the universe.

At the center of the chaos, Mago Uruk-Saraka the Bonebreaker stood on the command deck of his flagship, the Ironbreaker.

He is larger than an ordinary orc, with muscular body and skin covered with scars from battle.

On his head he wore a war helmet that was modified from an imperial officer's helmet, which was covered with spikes and feathers, making him look particularly majestic.

In his right hand he held a huge power claw, which was covered with dried blood. In his left hand he held a huge cannon, with crooked orc characters engraved on the barrel, which read "Waaaaaagh! Smash everything!"

Bonebreaker's eyes flashed with a wild light and his nostrils exhaled heavy breath, as if he was ready to rush into the battlefield at any time.

"Boys! I feel a powerful energy! It's in the dark side of the empire! It's a Waaaaaagh that's wilder than us! We can't miss it! We have to go there and smash everything to pieces!"

When the orcs heard the roar of the Bonebreaker, they immediately became excited. They waved their weapons, jumped up and down, and shouted wildly.

“Waaaaaagh!

Waaaaaagh!

Waaaaaagh!

The entire fleet seemed to be ignited by this fanatical power. The engines emitted a deafening roar, and the warships began to slowly turn and move towards the dark side of the empire.

Bone Crusher stood on the command platform, feeling the energy fluctuations coming from the fleet.

Bonebreaker felt all of this with satisfaction. In front of him was the most lively place in the Junk Fleet - the Orc Duel Arena.

This is a huge space converted from an abandoned cargo hold, surrounded by rusty metal plates and tattered armor, and in the middle is a simple arena surrounded by iron chains and wooden boards.

The arena was covered with dried blood and broken bones, and the air was filled with a strong smell of sweat and blood, but this was exactly the smell the orcs liked best.

At this moment, a fierce fight was taking place in the center of the duel arena.

Two burly orcs were wrestling with each other, their green skin covered with scars, their muscles tensed in the intense action, sweat dripping down their bodies to the ground.

An orc named "Broken Tooth" had a deep scar on the right side of his face and was missing several teeth in his mouth, but this did not affect his fighting ability at all.

Another orc was called "Iron Fist". His hands were wrapped with rusty chains and his fists were as heavy as hammers.

Broken Tooth suddenly pounced at Iron Fist, opened his mouth wide and bit the opponent's shoulder fiercely. Iron Fist roared and hit Broken Tooth's abdomen with his fist wrapped in iron chains.

The two orcs bit and beat each other like wild beasts. Blood spurted from their wounds, but they didn't care. Instead, they attacked each other more frantically.

Broken Tooth's teeth dug into Iron Fist's shoulder, and Iron Fist rammed his head into Broken Tooth's face with a dull thud.

The surrounding orc spectators were already boiling with excitement. They crowded around the ring, waving their weapons and fists, and shouting wildly:

“Waaaaaagh!

Waaaaaagh!

Waaaaaagh!

Their voices were so deafening that they seemed to shatter the entire battleship's bulkheads.

Some orcs jumped up and down and stamped their feet excitedly, while others grabbed the broken metal plates beside them and banged on them, making a harsh noise and adding more chaos and frenzy to the duel.

"Bite him! Bite him! Waaaaaagh!"

An orc spectator brandished a rusty machete and roared with excitement.

"Smash him! Smash him! Waaaaaagh!"

Another orc grabbed a wrench and hit his helmet hard, making a "clang clang" sound.

The atmosphere in the duel arena became more and more heated, and the roars and banging sounds of the orcs intertwined to form a fanatical energy.

This energy seemed to infect every orc, making them more crazy and aggressive.

The battle between Broken Tooth and Iron Fist also entered a white-hot stage. Their movements became more and more violent, and each attack carried destructive power.

Finally, Iron Fist seized an opportunity, wrapped the chain around Broken Tooth's neck, and pulled hard, knocking him to the ground.

Broken Tooth struggled to get up, but Iron Fist was already on top of him, punching him in the face like raindrops.

Broken Tooth's nose was crooked and blood spurted out, but he still grinned and used his last bit of strength to bite Iron Fist's arm.

The orc spectators around saw this scene and shouted even more frantically:

“Waaaaaagh!

Waaaaaagh!

Waaaaaagh!

Their voices almost overturned the entire arena. Iron Fist finally knocked Broken Tooth unconscious with a heavy punch, stood up, raised his bloody fist, and roared in victory.

"Waaaaaagh! I win!"

The orc spectators burst into even more enthusiastic cheers. They rushed to the ring, raised their iron fists high, threw them into the air, and continued to shout.

“Waaaaaagh!

Waaaaaagh!

Waaaaaagh!

The frenzied atmosphere in the duel arena reached its peak, as if the entire battleship was trembling for this victory.

In this chaos and frenzy, the orcs' Waaaaaagh energy continued to gather, as if accumulating strength for the upcoming war.

And the garbage fleet of Bonebreaker Mag Uruk Saraka is moving at full speed towards the dark side of the empire with this fanatical energy, preparing to set off an unprecedented Waaaaaagh storm!