Snorri and his men responded to Viscount Thompson's team on one side and launched an attack on the Skaven from two directions.
The Gray Prophet Lord under the screaming death knell was obviously a little panicked. Under its desperate beating, the deafening bell resounded throughout Helmgart Fortress. Relying on the stimulation of the bell, the Skaven's ferocious nature
It seems like there will be no end.
They surged toward the temple of Sigmar like waves. It seemed that the Gray Prophet who took the lead also knew that Snorri could not really fight for the humans. He wanted to crush the human troops first.
In fact, Snorri really wants to reduce his losses. After all, protecting Helmgart Fortress is Viscount Thompson's own business. His Majesty Dieter IV will not pay for the losses suffered by the dwarves here.
Gold.
"Let the long-range troops fire freely!" Snorri led the melee troops in a tug-of-war with the Skaven. He wanted to rely on long-range firepower to destroy the Skaven flanks in front of him.
After receiving the order, the thunder gunners and heavy crossbowmen spread out on their own to find suitable shooting positions in the surrounding buildings. In human cities, the long-range firepower of dwarves with straight ballistic trajectories is difficult to display.
After a short struggle and waiting for the long-range troops to be in position, Snorri directed the surrounding soldiers to retreat. He did not want to be accidentally injured by his own long-range firepower like his elder brother.
The ratmen on the flanks were a little further away from the Screaming Death Knell, and the encouragement effect they received was relatively poor. When they saw these difficult bearded things in front of them retreating on their own initiative, it was too late for them to be happy!
These rats used weapons to support their bodies and panted heavily. Although they had a good meal before the war, their innate high metabolism still made them feel hungry and tired very quickly.
But soon, death fell from the sky, and hundreds of thunder guns and crossbows shot in turn on their heads. For a moment, the rat men fell down like wheat.
The storm rats equipped with armor can hold on for two more times, while the clan rats can only use the bodies of dead or even half-shot comrades as a shield.
"These rats are really worse than beasts!" Snorri noticed that some Skaven were secretly eating the corpses of their dead companions, trying to replenish some physical strength on the battlefield. As for touching the corpses of the same race, he could get two pieces for himself.
Not to mention the ones with good equipment.
Several more clan rats found that the leading warlord did not stop them. They scrambled to tear the body of a storm rat, and before the body had cooled down and stiffened, they peeled off the red-painted plate armor.
Snorri felt that when the morale of the rats was low, he should attack them harshly. He secretly told Bloxon to prepare to fire.
At this moment, Snorri heard a few muffled groans and screams.
"Something's wrong!" Snorri looked around and motioned the anvil guards to move closer to him.
"Clan Eshin!" He and Johnson Strong Shield shouted together.
On the frontal battlefield, Snorri did not see the ratmen of the Eshin clan wearing black cloaks, so they were probably deployed in some dark corners in advance or had just returned from a vicious mission.
"Work as a group to respond to our long-range troops!" Snorri secretly regretted his carelessness. When the dwarves' troops gathered together, the sneaky sneaky rats refused to show their heads, but once they dispersed
Now they appear again to make trouble.
Snorri did not dare to let the melee dwarves disperse as single soldiers, otherwise, except for the anvil guards who were covered in meteorite plate armor, the other dwarf warriors might be caught off guard by the sewer runner's sneak attack and suffer disaster. As Snorri's order was passed on, the dwarf warriors in the rear group, in groups of three to five, went deep into the building back to back. Short bursts of killing shouts came out.
Snorri was still worried about his people, but the Skaven warlord on the opposite side did not want to miss this rare opportunity. Taking advantage of the sparse long-range firepower of the dwarves, it reorganized the Skaven front.
"Beard thing, die, die! Otherwise, otherwise, we have to die, die!" The Skaven warlord rat's eyes revealed madness, obviously it had been threatened by the Gray Seer Lord under the screaming death knell. p>
Continuous failure to stop it has made its superiors lose patience with it. Skaven will not gradually gain respect or status, and of course they will not take the initiative in the barbaric society of the Skaven, so they must brutally seize leadership.<
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Each Skaven warlord has proven himself to be a first-class warrior and cunning opponent in the past years. Once cornered, they will also explode with terrifying ferocity.
The Skaven Warlord waved his war blade and led the charge. It was very fast and headed straight for Snorri. This sudden increase in speed made Snorri suspect that it triggered an effect similar to the Seeker.
The young Gray Seer apprentice once again swallowed the warpstone coin to obtain additional reserves of magical wind. Just now it was fed a crazy potion by the teacher, and now it risks overloading the magic circuit and even exploding to death.
To cast a spell.
It waved hand gestures, stimulating the violent power in the rat people's bodies, prompting them to vent their madness to the dwarves. Their charging speed and strength were increased.
Snorri felt the pressure for a moment, but he didn't panic. Even if Skarsnik killed him, would he be afraid of these literally nameless rats?
"Spray them for me! Roast the rat meat and let these hungry ghosts eat it warmly!" Snorri yelled. He did not send the iron dragon gunners away, but charged directly at them in the street.
The large group of ratmen is a good opportunity for them to show off.
The iron dragon gunners strode forward with weapons in hand. Snorri and the anvil guards beside him asked them to get out of the way. The tongues of fire raged through the streets of Helmgart as the triggers were pulled.
Snorri wrinkled his nose. He noticed the smell of burnt fur and the burnt aroma of roasted rat meat. He waved his hand in front of his nose to remove the smell. You can't eat this roasted rat meat.
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Only Fat Grandpa Nurgle in the subspace knows how many strange bacteria and viruses these animals living in the sewers carry. They can be said to be "clean and hygienic".
However, the effect of this round of flame spray was not very good. Due to the madness, the rat men did not charge upwards in a neat formation but charged as skirmishers.
The armored elites couldn't outrun the unarmored low-level units, and they hardly suffered much losses. So when the iron dragon gunners retreated and reloaded, Snorri and his men faced the crazy storm rats.
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