"Hey, you big guy!" Pyro shouted at the ork who was leading the chase on a dilapidated, smoke-belching motorcycle.
The ork was cursing and chasing, and when it heard Pyro's shout, it didn't react for a moment: "You talking to me?"
"Is there anyone bigger than you here?" Pyro retorted, puzzled.
"Hehehehehe…" Although Pyro had just said it casually, without any special meaning, this ork clearly took it as a compliment from this "Ummie" about his size, and was quite pleased with it.
It giggled for a good while before coming back to its senses under Pyro's 'looking at an idiot' gaze: "Alright, Ummie, I, Gorzog Skull Crusha, am here. What do you have to say?"
"What kind of ridiculous Name is that…" Pyro muttered under his breath, then raised his voice, "Mr. Gorzog, my friend says we can stop and fight, but we'll only accept a one-on-one duel with you. And if we win, you must let us go."
"Huh? What are you joking about, you hummie?" Gorzog's eyes widened, veins bulging on his thick neck, "Let you go? What about my lads? They want to fight too!"
As if to echo Gorzog, the other tens of thousands of orks on motorcycles also let out a "Waaagh!", the sound wave momentarily piercing the sky, even causing the chimera's body to tremble slightly.
"I said," Pyro started weakly, then his voice grew louder with each word, "Even if it's not a one-on-one, there are only two of us here. If ten thousand of you green-skins rush us, how many of you will even get to fight us?!"
"Uh…" Gorzog was speechless, "Seems like it, yeah."
He thought for a moment and felt that a one-on-one would be more profitable. That way, he could at least have a complete fight. If all the lads rushed in, him getting even one chop in would mean they were too slow.
"Alright then, I accept your terms!"
Two chimeras and tens of thousands of ork motorcycles slowly came to a halt in the vast desert. RNGesus, in the driver's seat, opened the door, jumped out of the vehicle, and then walked step by step towards Gorzog.
"You're Gorzog, right? Come, let's duel!" RNGesus stood in front of Gorzog, appearing exceptionally small, but he held his head high, looking directly at the behemoth.
Gorzog sized RNGesus up and down, sneered, and stood up from his motorcycle. His massive frame even cast RNGesus entirely into the shadow it created by blocking the sun.
"You, a Ummie, what makes you think you can duel me?" Gorzog flexed his bicep forcefully; the muscle bulged like a rock, and a muffled crack even echoed in the air, "My arm is thicker than your waist!"
"Hmph," At this point, RNGesus was actually a bit flustered, but he had already spoken big words, and he absolutely couldn't lose face in front of Pyro, "What makes me think so? Of course, it's 42!"
"42?" Gorzog repeated, puzzled, clearly not understanding the meaning of this number.
"Don't understand, do you?" RNGesus sneered, and began to say things he himself didn't quite understand, "Heh heh heh, it's normal for simple-minded greenskins like you not to understand… This is the ultimate answer to the universe!"
"Hmm…" Gorzog hesitated, then turned to Pyro, who was watching from behind, and shouted, "This ummie seems to have some issues with his head. I suddenly don't want to fight him. How about you fight me instead!"
Pyro, who was watching the show, burst out laughing at the remark.
"You green-skin!" RNGesus was furious, pointing at Gorzog's nose and yelling, "Dawdling like a woman, are you scared to fight?!"
"Waaagh…" All of Gorzog's previous confusion and playful mood instantly vanished, replaced by an overwhelming killing intent. The muscles on its green face twitched, and it let out a low roar, "Very well, little hummie, you brought this upon yourself."
Gorzog pulled a rusty, large cleaver from beside his motorcycle. The blade's width seemed wider than RNGesus's face, its length at least one and a half meters. The edge was full of nicks, yet it emanated a chilling, fierce light.
"Looking at this stance," RNGesus muttered to himself, "It doesn't even need to be sharpened; a single hit from its weight would turn me into meat paste… Where's the god dice? Save me!"
"Little Ummie," Gorzog struck the back of the blade against his palm twice, creating a visible shockwave that kicked up the sand beneath RNGesus's feet, "Where's your weapon? Don't tell me… it's that water gun on your waist?"
Gorzog, unfortunately, hit the nail on the head. RNGesus felt he was just on a reconnaissance mission, unlikely to encounter combat, and the journey was long. If he died, retrieving his equipment would be difficult, so he hadn't brought his expensive chainsword. His only weapon was a laser pistol tucked into his waist.
But he certainly couldn't admit such an embarrassing thing directly, otherwise, where would his dignity be? RNGesus snorted, "Shallow!"
"What did you say?" Gorzog thought he had misheard.
RNGesus clenched his left fist, lightly tapped his chest, and put on a profound expression: "My weapon… is right here!"
"Huh?" Gorzog was completely baffled, not understanding what this Ummie was trying to be mysterious about.
"Hmm… 'no sword in hand, but a sword in heart' has arrived…" Pyro, watching from behind, muttered, "He even called me an elementary schooler before, but I think you're at most a middle schooler, aren't you?"
"You ummie, are you trying to bluff me?!" Gorzog quickly figured out the correct answer. He wasn't the kind of green-skin who would be bluffed by a few words. He decisively strode forward, his massive body moving with heavy steps, charging towards RNGesus, "I'll cut you into meat paste right now!"
However, as soon as he took a step, amidst the gaze of tens of thousands of ork in attendance… "Ah—ya—" Gorzog, let out a strange cry, and suddenly, abruptly, without warning or reason, took a flat-ground fall.
His massive body lost balance during the high-speed charge and crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
No one knew why this three-meter-tall, battle-hardened ork would slip and fall on theoretically high-friction sand, but… he did fall, and unluckily, he fell right in front of RNGesus.
The big cleaver flew out of his hand, spun a few times on the sand, and finally, with a "thwack," plunged into the sand beside RNGesus's right hand, hilt-up.
RNGesus looked at the hilt, less than five centimeters from his right hand, then at the fallen Gorzog, whose neck was exposed, and hesitated for a moment.
He gripped the hilt with effort, pulled out the heavy greatsword, and brought it down hard on Gorzog's exposed neck.
"Puff!"
Gorzog's head began to roll with the yellow sand. Looking at its wide-open eyes… it clearly died with lingering grievances.
"Uh… Hahahahahahaha!" RNGesus was stunned for a moment, then scratched the back of his head, smiling apologetically at the remaining ten thousand ork, "Um… I won, so shouldn't you let us go?"
Of course, that was impossible… "The despicable little ummie tricked the boss!"
Accompanied by an angry roar, all the ork were furious, wailing and charging with various weapons.
"Ah… It seems impossible," RNGesus muttered, his gaze sweeping over the surging green tide, "How will the god dice resolve this situation… Will it make them all take a flat-ground fall and break their necks? Or will a meteorite fall from the sky and wipe them all out?"
No sooner had RNGesus finished speaking than the green-skins, for some unknown reason, suddenly slammed on their brakes, stopping in unison and looking at RNGesus with terrified eyes—or, to be precise, at the sky behind RNGesus.
"No way…" RNGesus's heart tightened. He turned around and looked up at the sky.
He saw a brilliant meteor hurtling directly towards their direction, visibly growing larger and larger, streaking across the sky at an astonishing speed with a dazzling light.
"Holy crap… I just said it casually, my god, you're actually doing it…"