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The situation on the battlefield changed rapidly. After discovering that the Goblin Dive Bombers were not effective, Skarnik immediately stopped the use of these crude catapults. Skarnik had limited explosives, and the Green Skins did not know how to make explosives. Their explosives were seized from the Dwarves or the Skarvin Ratmen. Then, they were modified by the Goblin Engineers with inexplicable inspiration. The quantity was limited.
On the charging path, the Green Skin army left behind countless corpses under the leadership of countless Goblins and Green Skin boys. When they gradually approached the expeditionary army's formation, the Green Skin's formation was already in chaos. The Green Skin boys charged at the front, and the Goblins couldn't run as fast as the Green Skin boys. They could only follow behind. In the barrage of bullets and arrows, the Green Skin shouted the names of Brother What and Brother Hell as they charged forward.
The continuous gunshots could not stop the Green Skins from approaching. The cannons were the same. The Dwarven Cannons and Accordion Cannons accurately hit their targets. Every shot could shatter dozens of Green Skins' bodies. The fallen Green Skins were immediately stepped into the ground by the Green Skins behind them. Dozens of Green Skins were bombarded until their flesh and blood splattered everywhere. The remaining Green Skins charged directly into the expedition army's formation.
"Blazing Skull!" Veronica's Sorcerers were collectively casting spells, and the giant flaming skull was wreaking havoc among the Green Dwarfs. Amidst the crazy evil laughter, the flaming skull, which was five to six meters long and more than twenty meters long, burned the Green Dwarfs into a pile of dregs, leaving only the charred and roasted smell.
"For Valaya's love!" Master Dwarven Rune Craftsman Master Stroud Sincere led the Dwarven Rune Craftsmen to set up a formation on the battlefield. This Master Craftsman was forcefully striking the Doomsday Anvil. Every strike would completely shatter the bodies of several Green Dwarfs.
The Wood Elf Chanters were also chanting spells. Now, the spears and shields of the Wood Elf Eternal Guards at the front were covered by a large number of green leaves and green vines.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! My fellow countrymen, today is the day to recover the Ba Feng Mountain! " Belega stood on his Oath Runestone as usual. The King of Eight Peak Mountain stood proudly at the front of the battle formation. He swung his Holy Hammer and crushed any enemy that tried to approach him.
On the right flank, the close-combat Serf Foot Soldiers and the green-skinned Goblins clashed. The Serf Foot Soldiers faced the green-skinned Goblins' frenzied attacks and displayed strong combat power. After tens of battles, even the most ordinary Serf Foot Soldiers could become valiant and tenacious. They cursed the green-skinned scum and used their spears and sharp swords to pierce the Goblins' bodies. Even the green-skinned Goblins were at a disadvantage against the Serf Foot Soldiers. Eight Peaks Mountain's Titan's Gate was in sight. The end of the expedition!
"Kill all these green things and advance!"
"Kill!"
"For the King, for Laing Macado!"
At the beginning, the green-skinned Goblins' casualties were a thousand times that of the expeditionary army. Cannons, spells, and arrows engulfed countless enemies. Even if the green-skinned Goblins were able to reach the Human formation, their numbers were reduced to pikes.
However, the green-skinned Goblins' numbers seemed endless. After a short battle, more and more green-skinned Goblins charged from the back. The Goblins wielded short swords and spears, while the green-skinned Goblins wielded shields and swords. They charged into the Human formation and slaughtered wantonly.
Many Goblin archers and green-skinned Goblins fought back against the Serfs in the chaos. Most of them were stopped by the shields and simple breastplates. However, many of the Serfs still fell one after another. The green-skinned Goblins broke through the Serfs' formation one after another. They howled and looked for an opponent that they could fight. Huge losses were not something to be afraid of for the green-skinned Goblins. Instead, it was Brother What and Brother Hell's guidance.
The Knights also joined the battle. Many of them had changed into new Dwarven rune equipment. Although they only had half their bodies, it was enough for them to gallop on the battlefield. A cloud of white arrows rose from the Elves' formation and scattered among the green-skinned Goblins. The arrows pierced through their skin and flesh.
Then came the second volley of arrows, followed by another volley of arrows. Flowers of death bloomed in front of the Eight Peaks Mountain. Then came the Knights' charge. Every team of Knights had a Holy Grail Knight at the front as the arrowhead. Relying on their invincible momentum, they directly tore the green-skinned Goblins apart one after another.
Under the leadership of Bertrand, the Old Guard slowly entered the battlefield. Dozens of Legendary Old Guards wearing Dwarven Golden Rune Armor held newly forged Dwarven weapons in the main shrine of Valaya. Their appearance was like a sharp knife that tasted the black blood of the green-skinned Goblins. They cruelly attacked the green-skinned Goblins who had broken through the front line with great difficulty. Whether it was the green-skinned Goblins, or even the lone green-skinned Goblins, the Iron Army mercilessly used their halberds or two-handed swords to cut them in half.
"For the God of Justice!" The Paladins and Ascetics entered the battlefield under the leadership of Alfred Frey. Alfred Frey was holding a Paladin sword blessed by the Cardinal of the church. He roared loudly and swept from left to right in a slanted arc. The sharp edge of the axe cut through the abominable green-skinned Goblins in half.
Not far away, Kalad's Divine Sword Durandale had split open the head of a Goblin Warlord. This was already the third Goblin Warlord he had killed.
The green-skinned Shamans tried to chant big WAAAGH! Spells and small WAAAGH spells. Before they could finish chanting, the surging magic engulfed them and exploded on the spot.
"Psionic Storm!"
"Flaming Storm!"
"Light of Exile!"
Various spells exploded in the tsunami of green-skinned Goblins one after another. The human army would never admit defeat. This was destined to be a bloody and long day.
On the other side, the Dwarves were still standing firm like a rock. Under the command of Belega, the army of the Angran clan pressed forward. Aralos was also leading the Wood Elves to fight the enemy. He had a scimitar in one hand and a spear in the other. Wherever the Stag passed, there was a rain of blood. The Eternal Guardians inserted their huge shields into the ground and used their spears to attack the enemy. The Sword Dancers performed a terrifying sword dance in the enemy's formation. All the green-skinned Goblins and Goblins within two meters of them were beheaded. Many green-skinned Goblins and Goblins did not know how they died when they fell. They were still trying to reach out their hands to check where their heads went.
The whole battlefield was in full swing. The bloody and cruel war caused Skarnik, who was watching the battle from the Titan's Gate, to frown. This general of Eight Peaks Mountain observed the situation. The army of the Demonic Moon tribe had suffered heavy casualties at the beginning, which was normal. However, after suffering heavy casualties in close combat, his army could not gain an advantage. This was very abnormal.
Skarnik was furious when he thought of this. He and his army had lost a large number of green-skinned Goblins and Big Bosses in the battle at the Valaya's Gate. This caused the green-skinned army to be dominated by Goblins. Other than the Night Goblins, the rest of the Goblins could only serve as cannon fodder and consume the enemy's energy.
In short, after being forced to retreat at the Valaya's Gate, Skarnik's army had declined in both quantity and quality.
"Send out the Giant Army!" Skarnik immediately ordered. He screamed, "Go and deal with those canned shrimps!"
"Toot, toot, toot." The Night Goblin Army, the Fanatics of Eight Peaks Mountain, immediately blew the horn of the green-skinned army. An entire Giant Army of more than a dozen giants appeared in the battle. They held huge maces or wooden clubs in their hands. They ran with big strides and trampled the goblins and green-skinned Goblins into meat pies without hesitation. The leading giant quickly approached a few charging knights and swept his club over them. The knights and their horses were smashed into the air. They screamed in pain and fell into a pile of green-skinned Goblins. They were immediately beaten to death by the green-skinned Goblins.
The other two giants stared at a group of Royal Knights. They struggled to wave their maces, but the Royal Knights hurriedly changed direction and dodged. When the giants saw this, they simply threw away their maces and directly grabbed the knight and his warhorse with their hands. Then, they threw them into the air or smashed them into meat paste on the ground.
Several groups of knights who were charging and fighting were defeated or scattered just like that.
"Veronica!" Laing noticed this scene. The Knight King immediately summoned a Psionic Light Spear. Riding on a griffin, he threw the Psionic Light Spear in the air. A giant's heart was instantly pierced by the Psionic Light Spear. It screamed and fell to the ground. "Veronica, destroy those giants!"
"Understood!" Veronica stood on her Light Magic Ride. The Gallan Witch's figure constantly flashed in the Wind of Flame, Akasha, and the Wind of Light. A series of mirrors on the top of the Light Magic Ride began to glow under the Gallan Witch's magical power. Then, a shining beam of light shot out from the Light Magic Ride and instantly pierced through the chest of a giant.
The giant howled and fell to the ground.
"Fireball!" The Garlan Witches were also giving it their all. Catherine rode behind Kalad on a warhorse. She raised her wand and shot a Fireball at a giant's face. The giant's head exploded. Another giant saw the death of its companion and roared as he approached. "Waaah!"
"Die!" Kalad didn't give the enemy any chance. The Great Grail of Sanctum rushed past the giant. With a sweep of Durandale's sword, the giant fell to the ground in pain. Before it could take revenge, Kalad's sword had already pierced through its heart. "Catherine, follow me!"
"Yes!" The witch immediately patted her warhorse and followed Kalad's footsteps.
"Aim at those giants! Aim at those giants! Musketeers and artillerymen, aim at those giants!" Belega pointed at the charging giants with the Sacred Hammer of Angrund. "Aim at them! Aim at their heads and chests!"
The dwarves fired their thunder muskets and cannons together. The giant army immediately suffered heavy losses. One by one, they fell. But Skarnik's goal had been achieved. Under the attack of the giants, the knights were driven out of the battlefield. The originally tight formation also began to loosen under the influence of the giants.
"Order the Big Belly tribe to attack immediately!" Skarnik gave a second order.
A rumbling sound came from the ground. A group of over a hundred giants appeared on the battlefield.
The average height of these giants was more than two and a half meters. They held spears, axes, hammers, or maces in their hands. Their bodies were stronger than ordinary people, and they only wore shoulder armor and helmets. Most of them were bald, but a few of them had long braids in the middle or the back of their heads.
They were the legendary ogre tribe, the Big Belly tribe. They had accepted Skarnik's employment and joined the battle!
The leader of the ogre tribe was called Gus Big Belly. He was a giant over three meters tall with a belly bigger than any ogre. He held a huge axe in his hand. The goblins around him were constantly feeding him all kinds of food and barbecued farts. After eating several tons of food, the ogre tyrant finally hit his weapon and roared in satisfaction. "For the Big Belly God! For Eat Eat Eat Eat! "
"For the Big Belly God! For Eat Eat Eat Eat Eat! " The ogres of the entire tribe responded to the tyrant's call. They took huge strides forward and sang the song of gluttony as they joined the battle.
"We march and eat, marching towards our stomachs. We are forever hungry, eating from the bowl and looking into the pot!" The ogres sang the song of the Big Belly God. A row of ogres held a cannon in their hands. These were taken from Empire, dwarven, and Chaos Dwarven cannons. As they sang, they stuffed large amounts of iron shavings, gunpowder, iron sand, and nails into the cannon. These ogres were covered in burn scars, missing an eye, and only had a few fingers. They braved the bullets and arrows as they approached. They raised the cannon in their hands at the humans and dwarves and swiftly fired.
In the next second, a thunderous strike wrapped in red-hot metal and pure strength was blasted out of the barrel. A whole row of serf infantry soldiers were maimed by the flames spurted out from the barrel. Those serfs who were lucky enough to survive were also covered in wounds caused by iron scraps and iron dregs. They all fell to the ground and could not get up.
"Kill them! Kill those ogres with the cannons! " Fedmond led the Sea God Knights and approached from afar. He waved his trident and pierced through the stomach of an ogre. However, when the rest of the Sea God Knights tried to charge at the ogres as a group, the ogres swung their cannons and smashed the knights into smithereens. Then, they tore open the knights' armor with their bare hands and bit down, swallowing the knights' flesh and clothes along with the pieces of armor. "It's time to eat! Today's menu is … original canned human meat! "
The Ogre Tyrant Guss led a large group of Ogres to approach. Guss was riding a huge Mournful Tooth Beast that looked like a tiger or a leopard. The only difference was that it had a huge body and sharp fangs. It waved its halberd and saber and beheaded six Serf Foot Soldiers in one move. At the same time, it sang loudly. More than a dozen of his Iron Stomach Soldiers surrounded it and sang along.
"Eat with it or fight with it?"
"Iron Stomachs, come up and eat it!"
"Come up and break its balls!"
"Then eat it with our meal!"
The ogres' participation had an immediate effect. After two hours of bitter fighting, the expeditionary army's formation was gradually broken by the ogres. The human army could not hold on any longer and showed signs of retreating. The dwarves were still fighting like trapped beasts, and the wood elves were further away. The ogres were too lazy to walk so far to eat, so they could still hold on.
However, Skarnik knew that the ogres' attack was only temporary. These fools who only thought about eating all day would soon feel hungry and pause or give up on fighting to fill their stomachs. Moreover, there were too few ogres. Not long after entering the battlefield, 20 to 30 ogres had already fallen.
The Eight Peaks Mountain general laughed sinisterly and immediately signaled to his subordinates. "They can't fight on two fronts. Send the signal immediately!"
A Night Goblin immediately took out a rocket launcher and shot it into the sky. It formed a green smiling face in the sky above Eight Peaks Mountain.
"Now, it's time for our new 'allies' to appear!" Skarnik laughed sinisterly. "Today, canned shrimps and our bearded enemies won't be able to escape!"
Thus, while the expeditionary army was still bitterly fighting against the ogres and the ogres, a new army suddenly emerged from the ground not far from Aralos' wood elf army in the south!
Fifteen ogres pushed five Skaven ratmen plague catapults into the battlefield. Behind them was an endless army of Skaven ratmen, numbering in the tens of thousands!
Just like that, the Skaven Rat Men split into two groups. One group attacked Aralos and his wood elves from the flank, while the other group followed the Rat Trolls and attacked the stream outpost!
The Storm Rat Legion's Scarlet Hunters emerged from the ground. These vicious rats clustered around Eight Peaks Mountain's God of War, Headhunter Quake. The notorious Skaven warlord looked at the flames on the plains with satisfaction. He pointed the Dwarf Slaughterer in his hand at the camp of the expeditionary army.
"Advance! The Morse clan! Kill, kill all these bearded and pointy-eared things! Kill them all! "
"Allies, yes yes, it's our turn! Let's make our move!"
"Bellegar's bearded things, Laing's canned things, die! die！”
Following Headhunter Quake's order, the Skaven army surged towards the Eight Peaks Mountain expeditionary army and the stream outpost from the side.
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