The firepower of a small amount of organ cannons falling into the rat tide is almost the same as that of mud cows falling into the sea. In addition to being knocked down by being directly shot, the splashing shrapnel of storm rats can be withstood by shields and armors.
The black-furred Storm Rats were in close combat with the dwarves, and this time Belegar was not as at ease as before. The individual combat effectiveness of the Storm Rats, especially those of the Moss clan, was probably similar to that of ordinary dwarf levies.
Although in the eyes of the sons of the mountains, the armor and stomach on the black-skinned mice are crudely made, and if they come from the dwarf workshop, they would only be waiting for the blacksmith's finger-severing ceremony, but it is undeniable that they are still metal plate armor, which can play a basic protective role. .
Relying on the advantage of combat experience, the general strength of the Storm Rats is comparable to that of the temporary dwarf miners, and the Moss clan relies on to stand in the Demon Rat Empire. Naturally, there is something extraordinary about it.
Fortunately, Beleja's men are not temporary recruits. Most of those who appear here have been tempered on the battlefield of Bafeng Mountain. In that environment, they may participate in more battles in one year than their compatriots in the hinterland of the mountains in ten or even several years. Even more people have participated in it in ten years.
When there is no obvious generation gap in equipment, the role of combat experience and technical and tactical level becomes prominent. How to save energy in slashing and blocking again and again, how to accurately insert the ax into the gap between the enemy's armor, How to deal with multiple enemies skillfully, etc. These are not things that can be brought about by working in the mines and blacksmith workshops.
When he first arrived at Cladro Gate, Snorri was very envious of the quality of Belegar's men, which also strengthened his idea of forming a full-time standing army. Now he was facing an enemy with a large number of superior numbers, even though there was no good location to rely on. , these veterans never fell behind.
"It's not as simple as I thought! Even if the relationship between the Moss clan and the Gray Prophets is not good, there are always ways to limit the performance of the ancestors." Snorri muttered while looking at the battle situation.
The weapons in the Storm Rat Claws surrounding King Loen and Gatekeeper Rockbeard glowed green. Although weapons directly carved from large pieces of dimensional stone could only be used by warlord-level rats, a group of The Moss clan that dominates the badlands can still afford to mix the warpstone scraps or leftovers during casting and equip them in batches for elite troops.
Such a clever halberd still has the characteristics of a dimension stone, and it can cause magic attacks and thereby damage spirits. In addition, the gun team also targets the two of them, and each time they are hit by two heroic spirits. The body will be inconspicuously weakened.
"It's quite cautious. A mouse is a mouse, and it can't change its problems."
The time traveler's focus has never left Quaker. When the future God of War from Bafeng Mountain charged, he ran in front, but when he got into hands with him, he wandered outside the battle line with the Scarlet Guard, giving Snorri no chance at all. Chance.
Snorri was monitoring the situation, and so was Quark across from him. His scarlet rat eyes were darting around, searching for the terrifying living stone statue yesterday morning. If he was successful, the stone statue would fall from the sky again. It deflected the flying hammer!
Quark-Headhunter spent the entire afternoon compiling information about the several Flying Moths and the bearded things that jumped down. Without the all-pervasive spies of the Essien clan, it felt that its eyes were in the dark.
Fortunately, the stone statue is very recognizable. The few remaining Lame Peak leaders analyzed and determined that the guy was Snorri Thorson, the dwarf king who ruled the Southland. But why did he leave Hongyun Mountain and suddenly appear here?
And know.
"Tell me, which one is he?"
Quick grabbed the soft flesh on the back of a mouse's neck, lifted it into the air, and asked in a low voice.
"Your Excellency! I, I really don't know!" The Lame Peak warlord shouted that he was wronged. Although he had a small-scale conflict with the dwarves of Hongyun Mountain for two or three years, he still had no idea about the legendary King of Southland Snorri and the others.
I only heard his name but never saw his person.
Snorri, who has been squatting in Plateau Castle all year round to conduct research, is so well-known among the local rats that he can only attribute it to Johnson Strong Shield's unremitting publicity.
He is now also revered as Oracle Johnson by his tribe, because he has loudly conveyed Snorri's orders and even the oracles from the ancestors' gods many times on the battlefield.
With every batch of new recruits, Johnson would tell a story about how he followed Snorri, and his loud voice ensured that even the rats on the opposite side could hear it clearly.
Out of the habit of a dwarf, he kept polishing his story so that Snorri and his own image would continue to develop in a taller and plumper direction.
At the same time, not being able to participate in the expedition after Coffin Canyon is the veteran's biggest regret. Killing spiders once, fighting giant demons twice, and retreating elves three times are the main characters in Snorri's epic! Perhaps to make up for it, he wrote about these contents
The description is even more "lifelike".
After listening to the report of the local rats in the afternoon, Quick took the time to look in the mirror to see if there were any horns sprouting from his head. According to what they said, it would have been horns if he hadn't been trampled to death by the stone statue the moment it hit the ground.
The Mouse God has great blessings.
"Then, then I will force him out, and then take off his head and keep it!"
Quick looked at the attrition in some places, and the dwarf front that was gradually deforming showed its rat teeth. So what about a stone statue? It was just that he was not prepared in the morning. You know, there are beards and no beards.
Not as many as the Storm Rats under his command!
"!"
After receiving the order, the scarlet guards, who were already gearing up, rushed over with screams and screams. The impact of this tyrant among rats caused the defense line to dent directly. This was the result of Troni's rune enhancement.
"Is it time for us to take action?"
Gotrek asked as he took off the battle flag rolled up on his back and spread it out.
"Look again, this is not the first time Belegar has seen these red rats." Snorri thought for a moment before shaking his head.
"In the name of Clan Undergrand!"
"Whatever you swear is as solid as a rock!"
"The ancient hatred will finally be settled!"
While he was talking, a group of dwarves standing behind Belegar moved. They waved the rune hammers in their hands and shouted to kill the scarlet guards.
"Andergrand is sworn to be his personal guard. To join them, you need to swear an oath in front of the oath stone. Note that their equipment is a treasure of the Golden Age that was once sealed in the treasure house. It is much better than the current products of the old blacksmith!"
As the dwarf who is most familiar with the situation in the Cladromen, Gotrek raised his eyebrows and introduced that although he no longer works as an engineer, his failure to deal with the blacksmiths is still deeply rooted in his character.