The defense of the Shield of Resistance is at its peak, while the Hammer of Clan Andergrand is indestructible. The hammer head of this handed down holy object is a trapezoid when viewed from the side. As a one-handed hammer, it is not large in size, but the master-level runes give it the same The power of mismatched appearance.
"Tsk, tsk, the clan's inherited treasure, the thing I have now is no different from the scrap metal in front of them." Snorri watched Belega's hammer strike on the oath stone as if it was hooked. All around, he was muttering secretly in his heart.
Although the clan he came from suffered heavy losses in the Great Holy War, and half of the treasures were scattered, as a disciple of Master Kragg the Harsh, he still got a lot of good things, but it was a pity that they were more auxiliary.
The candle behind him burned a lot, and Snorri could hear the warriors in the front row breathing heavier and heavier, and the frequency of their waving weapons began to slow down. Belegar obviously noticed this, and he tapped his shield rhythmically, The order to change formation was given.
The dwarves standing in the back row moved forward to take over the defense line and replace their tired comrades. Even though Belegar's men were well-trained, the change of defense still brought some fleeting chaos to the array.
Mrs. Ania and other women simply treated the wounds of the evacuated tribesmen and delivered food and beer. Although the inferior weapons of the clan rats were not adulterated with warpstone, they were also rich in various viruses in their harsh living environment. The dwarves resisted Although the sex is high, if conditions permit, it is better not to be hard on the head.
It was another long round of consumption, and Snorri even closed his eyes and fell asleep for a while. Although it seemed very boring, this was the tactical method that the dwarves had relied on for thousands of years to survive. Toughness and heavy armor to withstand the impact of numerically superior enemies.
Belegar really didn't have much power at hand, but fortunately he and the two ancestors who directly participated in the battle didn't need much rest. They became the mainstay of the defense line, constantly inspiring their fellow tribesmen and killing the ratmen.
Snorri keenly noticed that the desire to fight among these miscellaneous ratmen began to decline rapidly. Without the warlord who controlled them, of course they could be forced to go to the battlefield with coercion and inducement, but if they wanted to fight smart and efficiently, they were destined to fail. possible.
Once the attack is thwarted, physical strength decreases, and hunger appears, the morale collapse of the normal rats is almost irreversible. Maybe those elders who have a seat in the Thirteen Council can have some special tricks, but at the moment, Quirk-Headhunter is helpless. .
When the second batch of warriors showed signs of fatigue, Snorri knew that the time to change teams was coming again. Quick was obviously aware of this too, given the words and deeds of Elder Gnoldor and his several years of struggle with Belega. Experience gives it such insight.
"not good!"
Snorri noticed that the line of rat men showed some strange movement. The clan rats slowed down their attack and began to retreat backwards and sideways in an organized manner, apparently to give way to the passage.
The Andegron clan did not disappoint him. The ancestors were older than Snorri and Belegar combined when they died on the battlefield. Their experience and beards, even in spirit form, were reliable enough.
Troni-Ironbrow knocked on the anvil in front of him. He had been watching the previous battles. Snorri was used to releasing the runes first, and then waving them into close combat. This rune of Iron Peak Castle
Masters have a different understanding of combat.
"The will of the sons of the mountains to seek revenge is stronger than steel!"
Oaths and iron runes are commonly found on various protective gears, and with the help of the Anvil of Doom, they can also be applied to warriors in a wide range.
"That's the dimensional flamethrower!"
Snorri narrowed his eyes, and he saw the weapons team of two rats again, but these rats did not hold long-barreled guns and shields. The one in the back was carrying a huge fuel tank, and the one in front was
Both claws hold a nozzle.
The Warp Flamethrower is one of the most deadly weapons of the Skryre clan. It is considered to represent the typical technology of the Skryre clan - powerful and dangerous.
This thing is relatively cheap, but matched with it is rough and extremely unstable, so that the operator has to wear heavy protective clothing, and his movements are a bit funny.
"puff!"
"call!"
The warpstone flamethrower is technically simple and crude. As long as the trigger is pressed, a chemical agent mixed with warpstone powder will be ejected and ignited, turning into an evil green flame.
Fortunately, the range of the jets was limited and they could not tell the difference between friend and foe. The rats of the miscellaneous clan pitied their own lives and moved out of the way prematurely, giving the dwarves sufficient time to react.
"Throw it to me!"
Belegar roared, and the Iron-Smashing Warriors took out the detonators they carried and threw them. This grenade-like explosive was slightly less powerful than artillery, but it was more convenient and faster.
"Well done!"
Seeing the large green evil fire that suddenly rose up in the rat-men formation and the scene of the rats running away screaming, Snorri raised his fist and cheered. The explosion of the detonator detonated the fuel tank, and the unfettered flames of the dimension stone erupted in the air.
The rats burst into flames.
This green fire is so domineering that it will spread to almost all surfaces of the target as soon as it touches it. The clan rats, which lack protection, howl and run away with their heads in their hands, and even spread some flames to the rear team.
"Waste! Waste!"
Quick's beard trembled angrily.
"Burn! Keep burning for me! These dwarfs are enough!"
"You, you know yourself very, very well!"
The two heads on the skull began to laugh. The former loser would inevitably gloat when he saw Quake being deflated. The large amount of noise and thoughts in his ears made Quake become manic. He knew that obedience comes from violence. At this time, it needs a
A beautiful charge to boost military morale.
"Come and see who can fight better! We want to have a good fight with them! Cut off their beards!" The headhunter stood up, showed his double blades, and gave the order to attack.
"!"
"Beard thing,!"
"Kill! Kill!"
The rats became restless, and an astonishing number of storm rats gathered together. This elite of Skaven broke out with an astonishing fighting spirit. The group of storm rats closest to Quaker wore red plate armor, and they were called
The Scarlet Guards are soldiers selected by Quick.
"Ready to fire!"
Altman Yanmei shouted loudly. Since Drama Hammerfist had not returned from meeting the Iron Peak Castle army, he temporarily took over the command of the Cradron Gate gun battery. Belega willed the cannons and ballistas.
They were placed on the outer wall, and now there are only a few organ cannons in the hall.
"shooting!"
Also fired at the same time as the dwarven artillery are gun carrying teams. They have excellent range and provide fire support for the storm vermin's charge from a distance.
