In the center of the greenskin marching team, a greenskin with complex blue patterns on his face and body took advantage of the drunkenness and kept dancing in the center of the greenskin that made all the greenskins feel weird. p>
The frantic movements caused the hat made of lion skin and skull on his head to spin. This is the shaman chosen by the war gang boss as his new deputy.
The previous shaman deputy, who felt a little strange, had lost his life in the face-eating challenge with the war gang boss Amo, and this shaman who looked even more Waaagh! replaced the old shaman.
Amo, who was riding on the pig, looked at the ferocious giant ax in his hand and recalled what happened a few days ago.
Suddenly, there was a strange-looking guy with bird feathers, who gave him an unusual Waaagh! weapon, saying that this big chop could directly kill the flaming bone, and other rotten bones would also be directly smashed to death. p>
What pleased him the most was that this machete also had a name worthy of Waaagh! - Soul-Destroying Ax.
The leader of the war gang liked this machete very much. It was precisely because of this that he felt something was wrong at that time. How could other boys give him good things for no reason, especially something that every boy wanted. Normally, even the most snot-nosed kid would not be able to let things go without a fight.
With Brother Mao's cunningness, Amo took a sneak peek outside the tent, and sure enough he saw the strange-looking birdman entering the old shaman's tent.
That night, the old shaman was captured by Amo and performed a traditional green-skinned ritual, the face-eating challenge - grabbing a big-mouthed Squig in his hand and chewing each other with it until the Squig's face was eaten off.
, or Squigg chews off the green ones.
Amo's face had a few bite wounds from his teeth, and his tongue was also injured, while the old shaman was bitten into rotten flesh.
"The weird thing has a conspiracy, but it can't be hidden from the old orc Amo who is as cunning as Brother Mao."
The war gang leader vaguely remembered stepping on the rotten head of the old shaman and saying this.
As for this guy who is as useless as the Snot Man, did he get any credit for sending him the soul-killing ax?
The war gang boss would never think about such a problem.
That was all arranged by Brother Go and Brother Mao. What does it have to do with these snot-nosed men?
He stroked the soul-killing ax gently again, as if it were his own pet. No, maybe it was better than a pet.
Since the green skin has no crotch organ, Amo, who could not think of the word lover, could only hold the soul-killing ax tightly in his hand and rub it between his palms again.
But at this time, the sound coming from the direction of Nagashzar became louder and louder.
The leader of the war gang couldn't hear what the sound was, so he exerted force with his legs and pinched the belly of the fat war pig under him, causing the mount under his butt to grunt and rush forward.
"Run! Otherwise, you weird Squig will be turned into pork belly!"
While cursing, the leader of the war gang gave the pig a hard blow on the butt. The war pig, which was in pain and ran wildly, immediately sent him forward dozens of meters again.
From this position, we can already see that the several goblin phalanxes at the front of the team carrying big pokes are getting closer and closer to the fortress in the distance, which is obviously emitting green smoke.
As his troops got closer and closer to the enemy formation in front, the anger and passion in Amo's heart were ignited again. This time, he would definitely be able to kill that damn flaming and rotten bone.
If he couldn't kill the burning and rotting bones anymore, he would use this big machete to split his head open. Anyway, he would have no shame to see Brother Go and Brother Mao, and fight with them forever until the end of the world.
About a few hundred meters to their left, in a hidden place that no green skin noticed at all, an artificial creation appeared.
Behind the sandbags, which were covered by shrubs and gravel collected from all directions, the clan rat from Skary was using his dark green goggles to demonstrate the shock in his eyes.
A large number of clan rats are wearing weird uniforms made of gray cloth, which are neater than the clothes of the hairless monsters, solemn, but with many pockets and practical uniforms.
Several slightly different clan rats were randomly painted with colors similar to the mountains.
"Reporting from Team Zambi, paying tribute to the great Breed Rats of Clan Skryre!"
These rat men turned their right paws outward and leaned on their foreheads. They saluted with a strange courtesy, and then spread out their left paws.
At this time, the clan rat remembered that he seemed to have heard about the etiquette of this group of mercenaries who cooperated with the clan.
The opened right paw seems to indicate that they are not wearing armor, and the left paw spread out in front of the chest indicates that they do not hide a knife behind their back.
But...did they open their claws for too long?
Lifting the goggles, his red eyes looked at the spread paws of Team Zambi, and then, the clan rat said.
"I know the Engineer Warlock has already paid."
The rat, which seemed to have the most fancy decorations on his body, immediately put down his paws and said without any change in his expression.
"The great great engineering warlock has paid the commission for the past thirty days, so I can provide you with all the soldiers to control weapons, but if my people are killed in battle, I will have to pay 60 dimensional coins for each seriously injured and killed clan rat.
A compensation similar to Storm Rat’s 180 Dimensional Coins.”
The mercenary leader didn't get any reply, so the clan rat just stood with him in the artillery position, staring at him until a burst of rapid footsteps sounded from inside the tunnel beside him.
At this time, the clan rat showed a smile and nuzzled its lips in that direction, and then, an order was conveyed by the messenger rat that appeared.
"The latest order from the clan, the observation post provides the necessary target instructions for the Zambi team."
The clan rat in front of the messenger rat became more and more confident. He would not let the mercenary leader get any promises from him. He knew that his clan would appoint him.
This is of course, every time the Zambi team is mobilized, they will ask the clan for instructions, and of course the clan will know about it.
Basically, when Team Zambi arrived, the clan’s orders were already behind them.
This time, it seems slightly different.
In addition to the multi-tube weapons, ratlins, and a few thin-tube artillery pieces pushed up by Zambi's team, there were more clan rats belonging to the Skry clan who pushed up things that he knew very well. p>
"What is this?"
Looking at the completely unfamiliar products pushed up by his colleagues, the clan rat wearing goggles asked doubtfully.
"What is the name of the new weapon provided by the Skryri clan: a 12-pounder cannon."
"I know this is a cannon, I mean, when was this produced, and what are these boxes?"
As he said that, the Goggles Clan Rat pointed at the items in the large wooden boxes that were carried out box by box.
Of course he knows that this thing is a cannonball, just like he can recognize that the thing next to it is an artillery piece, but the solid bullets of the artillery should be made of lead and fired with gunpowder in the wooden barrel next to it.
The box of balls in front of me is painted green.
"This is a newly produced explosive bullet. The great engineering warlock just opened a new production line in the factory a few days ago. The daily output is less than fifty rounds."
The leader of Team Zambi walked up to him and shrugged helplessly.
"Theoretically, after this kind of cannonball hits, it will cause an imbalance in the internal stabilization device. The dense dimensional stone energy will be compressed to the limit and then burst out violently, producing a strong explosion. We have also seen it, and it is very powerful.
Not bad."
"But there are still some problems. I don't know whether it is because the shell is too thick or the reinforced shells are too strong. Only two or three explode after every ten rounds fired."
The face of the Goggles clan rat changed and became more and more distorted. Suddenly, he smelled the fragrance of dimension stone.
"That's it. It seems that we need to improve in the future."
A white, huge winged Skaven, taller than them all, about two heads tall, appeared in front of them. It was none other than the great engineering warlock of their Skry clan, Eski.
The great engineering warlock put his paws on the shoulders of the leader of the Zambi team and shrugged helplessly.
"But use it first, and then you can shoot with solid bullets and see if you can get them to explode."
The mercenary leader immediately lowered his head, exposed his neck, and made a submissive expression.
"Yes, Great Engineer Warlock."
On the side, the Goggles clan rat, who didn’t know whether he was trembling with excitement or terrified, was patted on the chest by Eski.
"Don't be afraid, that damn necromancer won't live long."
"After our new large-scale production line of warpstone bombs comes out, his death will come."
Although he didn't know why his lord suddenly mentioned this, the clan rat still approached him with his ears raised, acting as if he was obeying his orders.
"What do you mean?"
Esky laughed sharply, his laughter full of cunning.
"Ten warpstone bombs can't kill damn Nagash, but what about 300,000?"
"Although it will take ten years, he will eventually die. Time is on our side."
The clan rat also smiled, but soon stopped, and there seemed to be a trace of doubt in his eyes.
Eski didn't realize the condition of his subordinates, he thought.
'The premise is that Nagash does not want to become a god, but at this time it is better not to tell the truth to his men. Not only can it boost morale, but he may also feel complacent because he has obtained more information than other rats.
'
The two mice diverged their thoughts in completely different directions, looked at each other and "smiled knowingly", and then concentrated all their energy on the mountain peak in front of them.
The green-skinned troops were not far away from the original dangerous place under the fortress, but their direction made all the observing rats frown.
For the entire Cripple Peak, it is relatively easy to attack from the northwest and southeast sides. The slopes in those areas are only less than 60 degrees.
Although it is still very steep, it allows the besieging army to invade relatively smoothly.
These greenskin, who seem to have only one brain, will rush directly towards the top of the mountain from the east.
It seems that they have forgotten that the reason why they were able to reach Nagashzar Fortress so quickly last time was because they chose to attack from the north.
Eski raised the viewer and patted the sandbag at hand angrily, missing the sandbag, which was already of poor quality.
He really didn't expect that after the green skin really approached the bottom of the mountain full of cliffs to the west, he would choose to climb with bare hands, trying to use brute force to cross the dangerous terrain.
It is simply as stupid as the dead Gray Prophet Staden letting his troops attack the city directly in a slightly calmer place to the south.
But what makes Esky even more speechless is that these greenskins... actually succeeded.
Under the magical vision, the goblins with green light all over their bodies, with the orcs with even greener light on their shoulders, climbed straight up the steep mountain wall for more than 300 meters, until they reached the final gentle land. p>
The sudden green color immediately appeared in the eyes of all warring parties.
In particular, when one of the pigs was climbed up and lifted up by the goblins, the visual impact made everyone's eyes have to focus here.
"What is that?!"
Alkadiza looked at the green waves in the distance and was speechless for a long time. At this time, the grand vizier of Lahmia came forward and asked once with a voice like a broken bellows.
"They are attacking the usurper. Do we want to go up and help?"
Looking at the hillside in the distance, one can vaguely see blood and broken weapons left on the sad land.
Alkadiza immediately confirmed his deepest thoughts. He no longer wanted to use the lives of his compatriots to fight for something he shouldn't get.
"Continue to defend the position and wait for Slan to break his magic."
After saying that, he returned to the camp, completely unaware of what was behind him. Wosolun's eyes hidden under the black cloth became bright and dark.
The Immortal at the top of the pyramid obviously also noticed this group of greenskins that made him angry.
Of course, there are still stupid rats miles away who think they are hiding well.
It's just a bunker made of rotten branches and gravel. Of course, it can't escape the sight of the great Immortal.
He has seen that the stupid mouse is preparing some stupid plans.
But if the white mouse and the two big-horned mice hiding in the dark take action, he really can't eliminate them immediately. With the green skins so close at hand, their priority is really not that important.
Greenskins are more important than stupid mice, and of course lizardmen, they are the most important.
In the mind of the stupid mouse, we can see the so-called strongest order race, the guardian of the world, the true creator of the maelstrom and the great guardian.
As long as they are willing, they can move mountains and fill the sea. Not far from here, the World's Edge Mountains, which are more than two hundred kilometers wide from east to west and stretch for tens of thousands of kilometers, forming a straight line from south to north, were shaped by this power.
of.
If we really want to fight the lizard people to death, maybe not even the gods of this world can withstand them.
What should we do?
The green flame in the skull extinguished, and it seemed that a decision had been made.