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Headhunter Quake was observing the situation on the battlefield surrounded by his personal guards, the Scarlet Hunters of the Storm Rat Legion. This Skaven warlord, who had a lot of military achievements and fame, narrowed his eyes and looked at the battlefield in the distance.
In all honesty, Headhunter Quake was actually unwilling to form an alliance with the Green Skins, especially with the treacherous and cunning Skarnik. Headhunter Quake didn't want to form an alliance with Skarnik from the bottom of his heart, because in his opinion, this kind of temporary alliance was destined to be torn apart and destroyed. Therefore, Quake disdained this so-called alliance. When Skarnik had refused to form an alliance, Headhunter Quake had been delighted. In his opinion, whether it was Belegar Ironhammer or Skarnik, they were destined to be beheaded by him in order to display his strength and glory.
For the Horned Rats!
However, the alliance with the Green Skins was an extension of the will of the Horned Rats. When that lord appeared in front of Quake, even Headhunter Quake knew that he couldn't refuse the other party's proposal. Therefore, when Skarnik made up his mind to fight and took the initiative to propose an alliance, Headhunter Quake could only agree.
Thus, the alliance between the Green Skins and the Ratmen was signed. Both sides negotiated peacefully and jointly called this alliance "Unbreakable Alliance".
Headhunter Quake had now arrived with his army. Quake's army came from the south.
This army was composed of 15 Rat Trolls, 5 Skaven Ratman Plague Trebuchets, a squad of Skaven Ratman Dimensional Stone Gunners called "Death's Eye", and a squad of Dimensional Stone Rat Terling Machine Guns. As the 5 Storm Rats and all the Dimensional Stone Lightning Cannons had been destroyed in the Valaya Gate, Headhunter Quake immediately sent out a distress signal from the Moss clan's base in Carak Redcloud Mountain.
The clan leader of the Mosk clan, Gnoll, responded quickly. He immediately picked out two squads of Storm Rats from the Mosk clan. They were the Storm Rat Squads led by the Skaven warlord Lik Skinner, and the Storm Rat Squads led by the Skaven warlord Sauk Stacker. Not only that, Gnoll also hired a squad of Poison Mist Users from the Plague Clan, one of the four great Skaven clans, to support Headhunter Quake with a large sum of money (referring to dimensional stones).
Of course, the Skaven Ratmen also had an army of Rat Clans and slave rat cannon fodder.
"Advance! For the Horned Rats! " Headhunter Quake waved his saber angrily, and pointed's to the Expeditionary army of Eight Peaks. "Destroy the enemy! Destroy everything! "
A huge golden bell made of dimensional stones was pushed to the ground by the Rat Trolls.
This was the artifact artifact artifact of the Skaven Teeth..
This bell Bell Bell Bell's Blessing of the Horned Horned Horned Horned rats's . The sound of the bell flashed with an extremely ominous light. In the middle of the bronze bell was a series of ominous runes filled with powerful magical power. It seemed to have a magical power that affected everyone's minds, making them dizzy and almost crazy.
Dooooom~！
As soon as the Bell of Disaster rang, something strange happened on the battlefield. A pressure of despair shrouded the entire battlefield.
The human army was relatively far away from the Skaven Ratmen, and the dwarves were as resolute as ever. They barely withstood the terrifying sound of the bell. However, the wood elves were immediately affected by the sound of the bell. Many of them roared in pain, and blood flowed out of their noses. The sensitive souls of the elves suffered a great deal of pain. Even Aralos held his head and took a few seconds to recover.
Fortunately, the green-skinned creatures were also affected by the sound of the bell. The green-skinned boys and big green-skinned men could still withstand it, but the large group of goblins had no ability to withstand the terrifying sound of the bell. Many goblins' noses and ears spurted out black blood, and the weaker ones' heads directly exploded.
On the contrary, the terrifying sound of the bell was simply the sound of nature for the Skaven Ratmen. This was the power of the Horned Rats, this was the blessing of the Horned Rats! The descendants of the Horned Rats shouted yes and entered the battlefield.
"Leek! Attack! Attack the positions of those pointy-eared creatures! " Headhunter Quake could feel endless courage and power condensing around him. He immediately began to command, "Sauk, attack the outpost!"
"Attack!" Just like that, the Skaven Ratmen directly attacked the side of the wood elven army from the south. Seeing this, Aralos immediately roared, "Eternal Guards! Follow me and form a giant shield formation! "
"Yes!" Three teams of Eternal Guards immediately turned around and moved forward in an orderly manner, raising their shields in the direction of the Skaven Ratmen. The Woodland Guards launched a counterattack with bows and arrows, and the Skaven Ratmen rushed towards the Eternal Guards' formation. They wanted to use their numbers to forcefully break through the formation formed by the Eternal Guards.
But they soon tasted the bitter fruit. The wood elves were brave and good at fighting, and the Eternal Guards' giant shields were like a solid dam, firmly blocking the tsunami formed by the Skaven Ratmen. Spears pierced through the bodies of the rats, and swords split open the fur on their skin. What awaited the slave rats and clan rats was only a massacre.
Aralos rode on his stag mount and fought on the terrifying battlefield. The wood elf hero waved his spear with all his might, continuously piercing and tearing apart a dozen Skaven Ratmen. Aralos' heart was burning with anger, especially when the blood of the Ratmen had splashed all over his body and even splashed onto his beloved helmet.
The rat tide seemed endless. Tens of thousands of Skaven Ratmen were fighting against the Eternal Guards. Even the Woodland Guards had drawn their scimitars. The fighting spirit of the wood elves didn't lose out to the madness of the Skaven Ratmen, but every single wood elf warrior found that they had to face more than ten Skaven Ratmen.
Casualties began to appear among the wood elves.
An Eternal Guard tried his best to raise his giant shield to resist the Skaven Ratmen charging at him. Seeing this, four or five Skaven Ratmen jumped onto the giant shield, and the Eternal Guard was pushed to the ground and stabbed to death by the Skaven Ratmen.
One of the Sword Dancers was still displaying his exquisite sword skills, but the Ratmen surrounded him from three directions with their shields, stabbing him with their spears and daggers through the gaps between the shields. Blood splattered everywhere, and the Sword Dancer was stabbed more than a dozen times in succession. Blood flowed everywhere, and the Sword Dancer fell to the ground, dead.
At this time, the Green Dwarfs had also recovered from the ringing of the bell. They also launched an attack on the wood elves, and the wood elves were suddenly attacked from two sides. Aralos struggled to command the army to resist the Green Dwarfs and the Ratmen at the same time. Just as he was trying to use his personal strength to salvage the situation, the sound of machinery in the distance made Aralos raise his head.
Five Skaven Plague Catapults were hurling boulders with plague poison sacs at the stream outpost. The boulders drew a beautiful arc in the sky and directly smashed into the dilapidated city wall, smashing the fragile city wall and the tower into ruins. The remaining defenders of the outpost were still trying their best to fight back with their muskets and bows, but Headhunter Quake had already given the order to retreat.
Five Rat Trolls rushed to the city walls of the outpost with dimensional stone bombs in their arms. They directly used their bodies as explosive packs and detonated them when they hit the city walls. The sound of the explosion shook the entire battlefield. Along several gaps, large groups of slave rats and clan rats formed many tributaries. They rushed straight into the outpost through the gaps created by the explosion and began to fight with the defenders.
Aralos was a little surprised by the situation. The wood elves' formation was being broken through, and the Eternal Guards and Woodland Guards fell one after another. He swung his sword and beheaded two slave rats coming at him. He roared, "Where is Laing? And where are the dwarfs? Tell them that we are now fighting on two sides, and we need reinforcements! "
A minute later, a ranger replied, "His Majesty Laing asked me to tell you to follow the original plan! The wood elves must persevere! "
"Kunos above, I will not persevere!" Aralos finally couldn't help but roar. His young face was filled with rage and heartache. "I will not use the lives of my people as stepping stones for the humans and the dwarfs to victory! I have already told them, defend the city! Defend the city! They just didn't listen. Now it has proven that I am right! "
"Sir, what should we do?" The defense line was broken through once again. Fortunately, the Skaven ratmen quickly collapsed due to the casualties and chaos. The ranger took out an arrow from the quiver on his back and shot an arrow through the head of a clan rat. "Please give the order!"
"… We retreat!" Aralos' expression was uncertain. The wood elf hero gritted his teeth and made a decision. "We retreat! We return to the outpost! That is our foothold here! This outpost must not be taken by the enemy. Order all troops to immediately return to the outpost. Let the spellcasters cover our retreat! "
"But …" The ranger was still a little hesitant. He whispered, "This is different from what His Majesty Laing discussed."
"Immediately return to the outpost! Return to the outpost! Soldiers, change the rear to the front! Spellcasters, cover our retreat! " Aralos ignored the ranger. The wood elf hero immediately ordered, "Soldiers, return to the outpost!"
The wood elf army began to retreat in an orderly manner under Aralos' command. When the Skaven Rat Men and the Green Skin army tried to pursue, the spellcasters gathered their last bit of mana and released a terrifying spell.
"Isa's Guardian!"
Dozens of thorns rose from the ground, extending more than ten meters into the sky. All the pursuers were stopped by the thorns. These terrifying poisonous plants directly entangled and tore all the pursuers to shreds. Then, under Aralos's command, the forest guards, rangers, and forest scouts all pointed their bows at the sky. "Fire!!!"
The moment the spell disappeared, a waterfall-like storm of arrows swept through all the enemies. Whether it was the goblins or the Skaven Rat Men, they all collapsed under this terrifying storm of arrows and fled in all directions. Relying on their terrifying long-range firepower, the wood elves calmly retreated.
However, with the retreat of the wood elves, Belegar and his army were exposed to the Skaven Rat Men's tide!
The retreat of the wood elves had caught Belegar and his Angerande clan unprepared. At this time, the Angerande army had successfully resisted the Green Skin army's crazy charge and slowly but steadily pushed the Green Skin army back. However, when faced with the Skaven Rat Men rushing from the side, even Belegar was shocked.
"Betrayal! Shameless betrayal! "
"The pointy ears betrayed us again!"
"Shameless! Despicable! "
"Valaya above! The cowards have fled! "
The angry roars of the Dwarves could not stop the tide of Rat Men. Belegar knew that if they were attacked by the Skaven Rat Men, the Dwarves who were fighting on two fronts would not be able to hold on for long!
"My king!" The chief engineer of the Angerande clan, Harhav Gold Fisherman, had just led a group of Dwarven Thunder Gunners to retreat. When he saw the Skaven Rat Men rushing from the side, he shouted, "I'll go with my men!"
At this time, Belegar's body was covered in the blood and flesh of the Green Skin army. The king of Eight Peak Mountain silently looked at his chief engineer and slowly nodded. He did not say a word.
"For Belegar, for Eight Peak Mountain!" Harhav Gold Fisherman paid his last respects to his king. The Dwarven Thunder Gunners put away their muskets and replaced them with battle axes. They raised their weapons and bravely faced the Rat Men. Although the Thunder Gunners' line was very thin, the Dwarves still stubbornly resisted the attack of the Skaven Rat Men.
Headhunter Quake watched from afar as the dwarves fought desperately. He had a mocking expression on his face. He knew the dwarves too well, just like he knew himself. The dwarves would never try to escape. In the face of desperate situations, the Ratmen would run, the Green Dwarves would run, the humans would run, the Ratmen would run, but the vast majority of dwarves would silently choose to defend themselves. When they were surrounded and drowned, they would only die slowly and silently. They would not suddenly erupt like a volcano.
Belegar's head is my prey! Headhunter Quake clenched the sword in his hand and let out a bloodthirsty roar, "It's mine, mine! Advance! Skaven, yes, yes! "
In the face of the Rat Men, Harhav Gold Fisherman fought with all his strength. He single-handedly cut down dozens of Skaven Rat Men. The Chief Engineer was still roaring to signal the Skaven Rat Men to come forward and fight, but the cunning Skaven Rat Men would not let Harhav Gold Fisherman do as he wished. Several nets shot out from the Rat Men's army and trapped Harhav. Just as the Chief Engineer was struggling to get rid of the nets, the Skaven Rat Men had already rushed forward and stabbed him hundreds of times.
The Dwarven blood spilled all over the ground. Harhav Gold Fisherman slumped to the ground. The Chief Engineer of the Angrund clan lay powerlessly on the bloody and chaotic battlefield.
He was going to die.
He hoped that his death would allow the king to reorganize the defense line.
The war was still going on. Belegar was still leading the Angrund Guards to resist the Green Skin's attack. He coughed softly, blood flowing from his face, body, and mouth. The Skaven Rat Men thought that he was dead, or at least that he was no longer a threat, so they turned to attack the other Thunder Gunners.
Harhav used the last of his strength to turn his head. He reluctantly turned his gaze to the west.
He wanted to see the Eight Peaks Mountain one last time. He wanted to see his clan's fortress and kingdom one last time. He was so close to reclaiming the Eight Peaks Mountain, but he could not hold on any longer.
However, as his consciousness gradually faded, Halhaven discovered that the Green Dwarfs, Goblins, Skaven Ratmen, and even a few nearby Ogres were fleeing in extreme fear and panic. They shrieked miserably as they tried to escape. Those who weren't fast enough had all been sliced in half.
In the chaos, an old Dwarf appeared. His strength was so great, his battle skills were so superb, and his majesty was as majestic as the mountains and the sea. All the enemies retreated in fear, fearing his strength and the divine light on his body.
The crisis of the Dwarves was resolved.
The old Dwarf lifted his cloak. He was wearing a runic armor and a purple robe. His long white beard with gold rings around it reached his knees. He wore a shiny silver helmet. The old Dwarf's armor glowed with the light of runes. His two giant axes were also engraved with seals full of energy. With a few movements, all the enemies around him were cut in half. He quickly walked to Harhav and held his hand. "Sorry, child, I'm late."
"Grimm … Bryndale." Harhav's eyes widened. "White … Dwarf?"
"Take a deep breath and relax, my child." The white Dwarf held Harhav's cold hand. His eyes were full of hatred and anger. "Grannie above, the Elves, the Elves again! They betrayed us once again, once again! Go to the ancestral hall in peace, child. I will make the enemy pay. "
"Ancestral hall?" The Chief Engineer muttered to himself. He was doubtful, but also relieved.
"That is the best place in the world. There is an endless supply of fine black beer, an endless supply of turkey drumsticks, and delicious crunchy bread. There is also a warm fire … and gold. Countless gold. Your tableware is gold, your chair is gold, your weapon is gold, your armor is gold. All of our great ancestors, your ancestors, sit in the great hall, drinking and singing. From the greatest deeds of heroes to the most shameful betrayals, listen to the oaths and stories of our ancestors. Enjoy your peace and happiness, child." The White Dwarf's eyes were filled with anger and sadness. He muttered in his lowest voice, "You're good. They're proud of you!"
Harhav Golddigger did not reply.
Knowing that the Chief Engineer of the Angrands had returned to the ancestral hall, the white Dwarf gently put down the Engineer's body. He stood up and raised Grimnir's runic axe.
"White Dwarf! White Dwarf! White Dwarf! "
"Grimm Bryndale!"
The Dwarves shouted the name of the White Dwarf and regrouped under his command, reorganizing the defense line.
At this moment, Juan Carlos, who had been sent by Leon, finally arrived with thousands of knights as reinforcements. The knights carried the judgment of justice and the anger of the Lake God as they charged forward. The flood of steel completely crushed the Skaven Ratmen, and the Ratmen were once again defeated.
The white Dwarf, Grimm Bryndale, nodded at Juan and the knights who came to help. He gripped Grimnir's runic axe with both hands and walked towards the enemy.
"My brethren, follow me. It is time to cleanse our hatred!"
"The oath is as firm as a rock!"
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