Listening to his men's suggestion to retreat, Skarsnik fell into analysis. Seeing that the strategic goal of capturing Karak-Azgraz was difficult to achieve,
This wise green-skinned warmaster does not want to waste his already insufficient troops in a mess that has no goal and only pursues the pleasure of violence.
In his opinion, although his troops still have enough strength to overwhelm the dwarf convoy that cunningly concealed its strength and a small group of shrimp army composed almost entirely of ragtag people, what is the point of it?
Once he has experienced such consumption, his already not particularly sufficient troops will be unable to completely seal the communication channel between Fort Fearless and the outside world. As long as the dwarfs in the city can pass on the news and pay a sufficient price,
Then reinforcements from the surrounding Xiami and Chaozi will arrive one after another.
At that time, the square in front of you will become a real meat grinder, which will continue to operate until the greenskins' fighting spirit is exhausted and the team finally collapses.
For an ordinary green-skinned boss, going to report to Brother Mao after such a glorious and happy waaagh is not a waste of time in the mortal world, but Skarsnik did not
Likewise, he still has unfinished business to complete.
"Let us turn in! I know there is no room for even a map of the old world, so we have plenty of room to get up!" Skarsnik shook his cloak, turned around and walked off the rock.
"Send the boss's order! Let's go west waaagh!" The night goblin leader touched the sky and shouted loudly.
"Idiot! Shut your mouth! What comes out of your mouth is more disgusting than the gastric juice of a troll!" Skarsnik became angry and poked the tall night goblin in the butt with the end of his scepter.
Up.
"What's wrong? My respected boss?" He touched the sky and felt a little confused.
"Why do you want to go west?" Skarsnik asked.
"Boss, didn't you say that we are going to lose our breath? Then why don't we slip over there?" He touched the sky and thought that he had told the wrong direction regardless of east, west, north or south. He stood on tiptoes to look at the position of the sun, and used his hands to
He was gesticulating in front of him, as if he was trying to determine his direction.
"I'm thinking, that's the west! There are no roaring dwarfs, no shrimps on horses, and no big-bellied men with big sticks!" He touched the sky and looked at the quiet and peaceful west side of the earth.
The network entrance said.
The night goblin soldiers around Skarsnik all nodded. In the eyes of these greenskins, there are enemies on three sides. So if you don't run to the west where there is no one, why should you rush to the short fortress in the north?<
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"Boys! Do you all want to sneak away to the west?" Skarsnik glanced at his men, and their affirmative reactions strengthened his judgment.
"Then we can't slide to the west! The enemy is very cunning!" Skarsnik paced on the spot, "I thought the leader over there was a short man, the kind that Bai Huhu drags to the ground.
!"
Skarsnik does not have flying troops like the Pegasus Knights for aerial reconnaissance. He can only rely on his long-term combat experience and his own imagination to analyze the enemies who have a high probability of not showing up yet.
"He can think of letting his dwarfs hide in the carriage to seduce us, and he can also think of letting the shrimp things be beaten with strips of cloth and make a pile of gray things to scare us. There is no reason why he can't think of what we want.
Slip to the west!"
Skarsnik showed his military wisdom, "I'm thinking, that bastard with a white beard is waiting for me in the tunnel with a bunch of shiny dwarfs in his hands and a hard iron shell.
We’ll deliver it to your door!”
"Then what can we do, you smart boss?" The night goblins all whispered to each other after hearing this. It can be seen that Skarsnik is very knowledgeable about seizing opportunities to show off his extraordinary wisdom. For someone who is not huge enough,
For a goblin, wisdom is his greatest reliance.
"We, I think we have to go south!" Skarsnik made a quick decision.
"For the shrimps? I'm the boss? I don't want to touch those big-bellied things!" Mo Caotian watched from a distance the heroic figures of the ogres slaughtering his own boys. He was shocked by the sheer bloody violence. "Listen to me!" Skarsnik raised his voice. He knew that if he wanted his night goblin leaders to lead a team to attack the ogre mercenaries, he needed to give them a reasonable explanation.
"Boys, tell me, you are so smart! What is that on the battlements that we are hammering down?" Skarsnik asked.
"Dwarf Duozi!"
"Dumpy!"
The night goblins started shouting in all directions.
"Right, I'm thinking, just because those dwarfs like to remember their little books, they will definitely fight with us to the end!" Skarsnik knew the dwarfs' book of hatred, and he didn't hesitate to spend time on it.
Know your opponent.
"But those shrimps and pot-bellied guys in the south are different! They either come here for the bullshit covenant, or they just come against us for the shiny, shiny gold!"
Skarsnik took out a handful of brightly colored and weird mushrooms from his pocket and chewed them.
"They won't fight for the dwarfs! As long as we give them a hard blow, they will run away with their tails between their legs in front of the great Skarsnik!"
The night goblins screamed strangely after hearing the boss's analysis. No race is willing to go head-to-head with the well-equipped, high-spirited and tenacious dwarves. They are willing to avoid the dwarves' front if there is a better option.
"Waaagh! Let's drive to the south. The shrimps on horseback are following their boss to the east. There is only a group of thieves left on their territory. They can't even do anything to the skinny kid!"<
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While Skarsnik delivered a morale-boosting speech, Snorri, who was hiding in his hiding place, was also observing the situation on the battlefield all the time.
Seeing that the teams in the east and south had made progress, and that the tribesmen rushing out of Karak-Azgraz had formed their formations and were advancing steadily southward, Snorri realized that the turning point of the battle was about to come. p>
"Let's go down and see how Strong Shield and the others have blocked the road!" Snorri ordered the surrounding rangers and Hammer of Eternity guards.
At the same time, Skarsnik's order was passed on, and the night goblins became excited. As he waved his scepter, countless night goblins came from crypts, tree holes, etc. in the woods.
I came out of the shade.
They brandished sophisticated or worn-out weapons, and some even rode violent cave squigs. Organized by several leaders, these guys swarmed towards the combined forces of humans and ogres!
"No!" Snorri screamed when he saw this scene before he could even walk down the steps.
Speaking of which, do any book friends know how to calculate the combat power list? Why are the numbers on the list different in each issue?