Medieval Warhammer: the Savior Is Actually a Greenskin!

[Farming + Medieval Warhammer + War + Slow Tempo] The shadow of the end has shrouded the hundred-year countdown, and the torrent of chaos is about to overwhelm the world's dams. The demon screamed and tore apart reality, and the nations collapsed in the flames of war. Even the aloof gods could not escape the fate of their fall. Who can reverse this doomed outcome? "Human shrimps? They are as brittle as paper, and not a single one can hit them!" "Pointy ears? You're a bitch who spends all your time fighting and gossiping, bitching and bitching!" "Dwarf? You hide in a hole in the ground and become a tortoise, gathering together in dead houses and getting moldy!" A green-skinned orc with exposed fangs spat, scanning the battlefield with disdain. Behind him, there is a huge black orc who is so dark that he can't see his head, his muscular body is covered with trophies; he is a night goblin fanatic wielding bone spurs, his scarlet eyes are burning with the flames of Waaaaagh; there is a woman who is like a moving fortress. The Emperor Spider, with gravel flying everywhere it stepped on with its eight legs; it was a giant tech master carrying roaring firearms, and the weird devices in his hands were sizzling with sparks of electricity - even the legendary ancient space machine floating in the clouds was buzzing behind the green-skinned army. When the soul of the time traveler crashes into this green-skin body that was born for war, and when the cold system interface meets the green-skin's greatest "I Xunsi" method, a wonderful chemical reaction bursts out. The orc suddenly raised the giant ax in his hand, the ax blade shone coldly in the sun, and a deafening roar resounded throughout the world: "I'm thinking - to save this broken world, we have to rely on us big greenskins!" "From today on, I am the savior!" "Waaaaagh!