Of course.
Achieving this requires an extrely large number of green-skins, and currently, no green-skin clan can accomplish it.
Goblins' engineering knowledge is innate. As long as they survive a war victory, they will automatically awaken so gene-preserved knowledge. Although the machines created by this knowledge are laughable, they are indeed useful, at least in the hands of the green-skins.
Bang.
A heavy iron door on the battleship opens, and the body of a green-skinned Orc is dragged out.
This corpse is already quite grueso, the surface shows nurous tearing marks, and one can see that there aren't overly complex organs in the Orc's chest cavity. The green blood contains so fine, peculiar spores. The sturdy abdon houses a gigantic digestive circulatory stomach and so bizarre organs resembling mushrooms.
This is no longer pure flesh; there are evident plant spore characteristics within them.
"Who died again?" The goblin asked gleefully, raising its head with schadenfreude.
"Blackheart." Two goblins ca out grinning, dragging the corpse and tossing it to the nearby small goblin, saying, "Take it down. Plant it in the mushroom field."
"No stealing."
"No wasting resources."
After saying this, they kicked that heap of small goblins a few tis.
"Hehe. Hope the next Blackheart grown from the field can fight a bit! Gugger has bet and lost many tis on it!" The goblin repairing the plane chuckled, with a comical expression.
All green-skins are grown out of the ground.
As long as there is light, water, and organic matter, they'll grow like mushrooms, with plants on the surface and flesh cavities underground. Inside the cavity, green-skins grow and will sprout a large number of green-skinned Orcs in just a season.
You've heard of cordyceps, right?
All green-skins are symbionts of plants and animals. Part of their body is animal, part is plant, or fungal spores. Theoretically, they need to eat and drink, but in extre environnts, green-skins can survive long solely on photosynthesis.
Bored green-skinned Orcs will look for things to do on their own.
Among them, they are most keen on dueling, often resulting in casualties during this process, but it doesn't matter. The dead green-skins can be grown again; they are endless and ceaseless.
A group of small goblins carried the stout Orc's corpse downstairs.
Below the battleship, there is a planting area, which can be used to grow new green-skins when necessary. This is their barracks, their troop replenishnt base.
Those few goblins laughed charmingly, turning back inside the battleship.
Inside can be described as a chaotic scene, like a dance of demons. Goblins don't have a high status in green-skin society, so once inside, they are squeezed into the corners by the robust Orcs, helplessly climbing up the iron walls and hanging on the rails to watch the round dueling arena in the center.
The green-skins must be given sothing to do; otherwise, they'll dismantle this battleship.
Only Orcs are qualified to be inside. They are large in size, with the shortest being nearly three to four ters tall, and they have a lot of tal parts hanging on their bodies, including modified chanical arms, half-body exoskeleton armor, etc. So are made by goblins, while others are spoils obtained after killing enemies.
Orcs will attach anything they find useful to themselves, even if the thing is already scrapped, they can still use it sohow.
The Orcs' 'WAAAGH' force field is stronger, so spiritualists erge among them.
The further forward you look, the larger the Orcs' size.
Theoretically, if an Orc keeps fighting and winning and never dies, its body will grow larger and larger, eventually becoming a colossal creature, capable of even tearing battleships apart with its bare hands.
Of course.
Such large-sized Orcs are not nurous; the largest Orc on the entire battleship is 'Black Hand - Blood Skull.' It is these Orcs' 'Warlord,' or 'WAR-BOSS.'
Black Hand - Blood Skull is an enormous Orc, about sixteen ters tall.
At this mont, it sits on a magnificent iron throne, looking with boredom at the rowdy group of Orcs fighting in front of it. As the green-skins' warlord, Black Hand has survived countless battles, growing larger all the ti. Its skin grows tougher, muscles even more robust like a monster. The spores within its body are enough to allow it to live freely in outer space. It can survive long with just light, having added over a hundred tal armors to its body, covering most of itself.
These tal armors are all from its enemies: those interstellar pirates, cosmic warriors, Spirit Race priests, void demons, etc. On the path of hacking through everything, it has traveled quite far, because not long ago, it just returned from a battlefield with Chaos.
For it, those demons loyal to the Evil God - Khorne are the most satisfying to hack, and this expedition apparently hasn't piqued its interest.
However.
As long as there is war, Orcs can hack sothing, they're satisfied.
If it really cos down to it, after hacking down everything in this star system, they can go to the next star system. Anyway, once a 'WAAAGH' war is launched, unless Orcs are completely defeated, they never retreat.
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