After discovering the traces of the giant beast, Snorri became anxious. He rewarded the ranger who reported the news two oaths, one for the news he brought back, and the other for him keeping secret and telling his actions quietly.
If the tribesmen knew that there was a giant beast that was difficult for mortals to fight around, it would undoubtedly be a huge blow to morale. Under such circumstances, if someone decided to leave the large army, it would probably be a life-and-death outcome.
"Hurry up, we have to hurry up, compatriots, hold on!" Snorri asked the guards to place the Doomsday Anvil on the roadside, and he stood on it to cheer for the tribesmen passing by.
"Moo! Moo!"
"Minotaur!"
"Form up! Others get out of the way!"
Most of the clansmen passed by Snorri, and at this moment the beastmen caught up. Johnson Shield's loud voice once again played an role in the noisy environment, and the Anvil guards quickly formed a formation together with the troops behind them.
Facing the pursuers.
Snorri saw a dozen minotaurs standing upright, and behind them there were bursts of smoke and dust stirred up by other members of the same race. These guys bent over, lowered their heads, and could kill their opponents with just one blow.
The disembowelled horns were lowered for puncture purposes.
Seeing the minotaurs charging towards them with thunderous force, every Anvil Guard secretly panicked. There would be no such impactful guys in the leyline network. But their oaths and courage prompted them to stand firm.
"These pure love war gods are really model workers, no world can do without them!" Of course Snorri will not sit back and watch the tragedy happen. As a large army, the Minotaurs can charge at high speed in the forest, because they will directly flatten the low ground.
of trees.
"Earth, unleash your wrath!" The runes of rage and destruction caused the ground in the path of the Minotaurs' charge to crack. Due to the enrichment of magical power in the Athel Loren forest, the power of Snorri's runes also increased.
Enhance.
But the minotaurs are monsters truly born for war. They have thick hair, and their swollen muscles are covered with rough but thick armor. Snorri's runes can only interrupt their charging process and do not cause much damage.
harm.
The minotaurs brandished axes and approached the dwarf queue. They had a strong desire to fight, eager to kill, and hungry for flesh and blood.
This group of minotaurs are dual-wielding one-handed battle axes, or because their original opponents, the wood elves, are almost all lightly armored, which can increase the killing efficiency.
However, their one-handed axes are also larger than the two-handed heavy axes of the dwarves. Combined with the bodies of the Minotaurs, which are more armored than the ogres, they can also transmit the impact force to the bodies of the dwarves through the armor.
The Anvil Guards' front line was shaken, and the meteorite armor creaked under the strange force generated by the chaos distortion. Snorri could even feel the bloody breath coming from the minotaurs' nostrils.
"Squirt! Otherwise we won't be able to get rid of these guys!"
Following Snorri's order, the iron dragon gunners opened fire, and dozens of tongues of fire licked at the minotaurs. The fur of these guys was set on fire, and they killed wantonly, leaving traces of their gluttony on their bodies.
Grease also acts as a combustion accelerant.
The secret fuel prepared by the dwarf engineers keeps the flames burning for a long time, which undoubtedly indicates the location of the dwarf team to the enemies hiding in the darkness. It can be said to be an act of drinking doves to quench thirst.
"Let's go!" Snorri covered the wounded and quickly caught up with the team.
"Why didn't you go ahead? Why did you stop?" After a moment, Snorri realized something was wrong.
"Master, there is a narrow valley ahead!" The message came from the front of the team.
"Isn't that great? It's easy to defend but hard to attack. It's a good place to spend the night!" Snowlan was puzzled.
"But, but that's a dead end!" Balin ran over, and Stringer, who was exploring the path, sent him to negotiate with Snorri. "How do we get out after we go in?"
"Then do we have to set up a formation at the entrance of the valley!" Snorri roared.
"Boom!"
While he was talking, a huge boulder fell on Snorri's side, and the two poor tribesmen were directly knocked away!
Looking at the stone, which is about the same size as an adult dwarf, every knowledgeable dwarf knows where it comes from!
"Cyclops!"
"Quick, get in quickly!"
At this time, no one questioned Snorri's order to continue deeper into the valley. The Cyclops was not a variant of the giant, but a distant relative of the Minotaur. Unlike the guys who could only fight with rough tree trunks, these giants could fight more powerfully than a trebuchet.
Throw rocks or other hard objects they can find with greater force.
The dwarves began to squeeze into the valley quickly, and Snorri called Stringer loudly. The prince showed the characteristic of being calm in times of crisis. He and Sister Pamela led the guards to maintain order and avoid possible dangers.
Crowded and stampeded.
Snorri took the opportunity to command the combat troops to form a line, buying time for all civilians to enter the valley.
"Hahaha, dwarf, you found yourself a good cemetery!" A screaming shaman with black wings rose from the dark forest. Its voice was not loud, but the blasphemous whisper seemed to be directly implanted in it.
It felt like it was entering the chests of the dwarves, making them feel itchy in their hearts.
"Malagor - Dark Omen!" Snorri looked at the jet-black wings and the various blasphemous symbols on its body and recognized the beastman lord in mid-air.
"Is it really it?" Balin's voice trembled a little. "Marago was described as a symbol of blasphemy by the followers of Sigmar. The Sigmar sect sealed all the ancient books describing this blasphemy. Those priests claimed that they only read the slander.
God’s words can break one’s mind.”
"Otherwise, aren't those black wings the best feature of Crow Father!" Snorri looked at the legendary beastman lord in the sky who kept talking nonsense, and he couldn't help but clenched the war hammer in his hand.
"Bad breeds, thank me, the prophet of the true God, for granting you the glorious evolution!" Malago was suspended in the air, and the blasphemous things hanging on it were floating in the wind. From the broken flesh of human priests to
Dirty fragments of sacred scriptures.
With Malagor's shouts and gestures, a dark force spread out with it as its source. Snorri tried to use the Anvil of Doom to interfere with his spellcasting, but it was obvious that Dark Omen's magical control was very strong.
Unexpectedly, Snorri and the dwarf warriors around him didn't feel anything strange. Before they could laugh at this powerless spell, they heard beast-like screams and roars coming from the team that had entered the valley.
.
"What's going on? Is there an ambush in the valley?" Snorri's heart trembled.
