Snorri watched as the Nurglings tried to scratch and bite his legs and gnaw at his ankles. But the attacks of these little guys could no longer cause any harm to him who had turned into a stone statue.
"Get back here!"
Snorri stomped his feet fiercely and released a thunderous strike. After entering the state of descending from the gods, he no longer needed to smash the hammer into the earth as a forward move to release the skill.
A circle of shock waves spread out with Snorri's left foot as the center. The surrounding Nurglings were either directly shaken away or staggered around. Snorri broke free from their obstruction, and he and his men continued to break through to Kurgas.
"What! Do you think you can embarrass your loving father, the governor?" Kugas became furious when he saw the miserable situation of the little guys that jumped out of his body. Nurgle himself was his loving father, and he was furious.
Is he not a loving father to the Nurglings under his command?
"go!"
Kugas raised his arm covered with pustules, and a plague miasma spread. Snorri found that the tribesmen around him slowed down and their attacks became somewhat weak.
Some humans with weak immunity began to vomit directly, and the rotten smell was unbearable for them. These people seemed to want to vomit everything in their stomachs.
Snorri himself was not affected by this spell. He continued to stride forward, with the expedition knights following behind him. These strong men who had sworn to find the cup could be said to be delighted to see the great unclean man who stood tall and strong.
Very, the big demon is more exciting than the giant dragon!
The Nurglings would roll forward in a group, so they were the fastest at the front of the line, followed by a group of non-demon troops behind them.
These guys are about the same height as humans, but they have been tortured by chaos mutations and cannot be seen as human-like. Their bodies are covered with scars, and the skin underneath is almost completely covered with brown-green pus.
They have only one bloodshot eye on their foreheads, which is constantly bleeding pus, and a horn protrudes from their heads, which is a sign of Nurgle's rot.
These Nurgle-bringers gathered together to block the road ahead, and at the same time there were a group of toad monsters that were taller than humans, had one eyes and horns, and their bodies were full of disgusting filth and pus, fighting alongside them.
Snorri wielded his great ax, and his power was greatly enhanced by the stone statue form. These low-level monsters could not stop him. Every time Snorri slashed, two or three monsters could roll back to the Chaos Demon Realm.
But his subordinates did not go so smoothly. Although the enemy's weapons containing filthy diseases could not poison the warriors who had received divine grace, the large swarms of fat-headed flies around the demon army still interfered with them.
Snorri discovered that the Chaos Demon Army was immune to fear and flight like undead creatures, but compared to skeletons and dried zombies, these swollen bodies could withstand more damage without falling.
Snorri's men's breakthrough speed obviously slowed down. In order to avoid being separated from his tribe, he could only slow down. But with a weird laugh, another group of explosive bombs was thrown out by Kugas.
The green mist on the battlefield became thicker and thicker. Snorri chopped off the mouthparts of a plague toad with an axe, and smashed a plague carrier riding on the toad's back with a hammer that tried to attack him.
The plague bearers were all mortals infected with Nurgle's rot. Some who had mastered the skill of riding would track the plague toads in the darkest stinking ditches in the decayed realm, drive them out of their dirty lairs, and then capture and tame them.
Become a mount.
These toad-riding riders were able to overwhelm some lightly armed troops with their mounts' relative speed and sheer weight among Nurgle's troops, but it was still not enough against Snorri's elite.
The long-range firepower under Snorri was also pouring out projectiles. Although most of the ammunition they could not replenish after repeated battles along the way had been consumed, these tribesmen knew that this was the most critical time.
If they win, the Plateau Fort is right in front of them. If they lose, there is no way to defend the Lost Plateau except for the knights. So they kept firing, and they did not hesitate to use their guns red-hot.
Kurgas, the Great Unclean One who hated the dwarves, watched his subordinates continue to fall under the barrage fired by the dwarves. He was so angry that the pustules on his cheeks exploded, and a Nurgling with a playful smile crawled out of it.
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The flow of time in the Chaos Demonic Realm is different from that in the real world. From Kugas' perspective, he had only just come out of the punishment of the Soul Furnace, but how could the firepower of these short dwarfs be so much stronger.
In addition to the flaming crossbows and hand-held flame launchers that had previously caused him trouble in the dwarf fort backed by a waterfall, these guys also had several groups of mounted artillery and hand-held cannons that fired ammunition with trailing flames.
s things.
Not to mention the Plague Toad, one of his Nurgle beasts was wiped out in the fire. That enthusiastic little thing behaved like an overly excited and lively big dog in every aspect, that is, a short and incomprehensible man.
Dunduns can do it!
Kugas waved his fat arm again, and the inferior Great Unclean One beside him nodded, and led some elite troops around him to attack Snorri who was attacking.
"The Great Unclean One! Bah! You bloated pieces of flesh are not even worthy of carrying Tzeentch's shoes!"
Seeing the Great Unclean One striding forward with a flail stained with filth in one hand and waving a bell with a blasphemous aura in the other, Snorri opened his mouth to challenge him, wanting to take on this powerful opponent.
There is a constant battle between the four gods of Chaos, and Nurgle, the King of Corruption, and Tzeentch, the Lord of Change, are mortal enemies. Tzeentch symbolizes change, while Nurgle's power comes from eternal despair.
In their never-ending confrontation, Tzeentch pits his unexpected evolution and transformation in direct opposition to Nurgle's sealed cycle of endless, stagnant life and death.
"My loving father doesn't like feathered creatures! Little boy, you are not worthy of joining us. You should just turn into ashes!" The unclean man swung his shackles and whipped them down.
"Well done!"
Snorri screamed in his heart, he rolled forward and struck the big devil's ankle with an axe.
"Bang!" The Great Unclean One's attack hit the air, but it knocked away several demons crowded around Snorri.
The flail was originally a farm tool, with a row of wooden or bamboo slats attached to a long wooden handle, which could be used for threshing and threshing grain. But as a weapon, it consists of a handle, an iron chain connecting the hammer head, and a hammer head used for attack.
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"puff!"
Snorri struck hard with his axe, but he couldn't cut too deep. A stream of green decaying pus spurted out and fell on the ground, sizzling and smoking.
Although the Great Unclean Ones do not wear armor, with their necrotic skin as tough as leather, they are still the most resistant among the great demons of the four gods, second only to the bloodthirsty demons.
