This warpstone fragment armor, which is cherished by the leader of Gnodor, is certainly not ordinary. It enjoys a high reputation throughout the Demon Rat Empire. The energy released by the warpstone fragments inlaid according to specific rules covers the armor.
, can provide the wearer with special resistance in addition to regular protection.
"Huh huh.
"
Gotrek's throat trembled. The headhunter opposite him was taller than the average storm rat. Compared with the dwarves, he was taller and had longer arms. Although he gave up the burden of heavy armor, the talent of Skaven kept him from losing speed.
wind.
Quick also tensed his body and moved slowly. He had cursed the crippled warlord countless times in his heart. How could he be a transport captain? During the cruel training in the gladiatorial pit, he once broke the twisted and distorted body of the rat troll during wrestling.
He has giant arms, but the strength of that beard thing is still too strong for him to withstand.
"My God, the Horned Rat, this is not a dwarf at all!"
Quick felt the sweat on his back soaked his hair, and the evil nature deep in his bloodline made him want to "turn in", but the education of clan honor and loyalty since birth prompted him to continue this duel. Of course, what made him make this decision
And the excellent performance of the plate armor on it! This thing works better than imagined.
Then there was a series of collisions. Quick used both claws to form a circle of swords to protect his body. Gotrek's attempts to slash were blocked several times. The ax he risked being injured failed to make a solid cut.
It was bounced away by the armor.
"Whoaaah!"
This time Gotrek roared and attacked first. He sprinted quickly, trying to get into Quaik's inner circle. The two-handed hammers and axes used by dwarves were not like human spears and swords. Their attack range was comparable.
There is no advantage to using a one-handed weapon, waving it with both hands is just to facilitate the use of force.
"No, I don't know whether to live or die!"
Quick jumped back lightly to keep his distance. If this duel were compared to a boxing match, he was a roaming boxer who won by hitting points, while Gotrek was a slugger who punched hard.
"drink!"
The dwarf found the opportunity and swung his ax across the war blade, and then rushed into the circle of swords with a short body. Quick's moves were too old, and it was too late to put away the sword and block it.
"Grandpa Gao has taken your head!"
He took a deep breath, raised the ax over his head, then slashed hard from the upper right to the lower left, and used the wild horse trick to part the mane.
"Gotrek! Gotrek!"
"This mustache is so brave!"
"The next generation is to be feared, the next generation is to be feared!"
The white light formed by the ax blade flashed past. Seeing that Quick was about to be dismembered, the dwarves cheered loudly. Jenrick, who was standing next to Snorri, also looked excited. He did not expect that he had not shown off before.
Dew, the young uncle who came to escort the convoy with delicious food and other daily necessities turned out to be such a warrior.
"Why do I have a bad feeling?"
Snorri frowned. He didn't find any look of panic or fear on Quick's face. There was no doubt that this was unnatural.
"boom!"
A sudden explosion brought the dwarves' cheers to an abrupt end. As the smoke and dust dissipated, Quick's tall body was gradually revealed. It seemed unscathed, except that the green light of the warpstone fragments on the armor was dimmed a lot.
"Ahem! What a pity, your knife is still not fast enough."
Gotrek's stocky figure also appeared, leaning on a big ax to support his body. The sharp-eyed tribesmen could see a blood hole on his back dripping bright red liquid, and at the same time, his left arm seemed to
He was also cut into wounds.
"It's okay, don't be nervous, my friends." Gotrek slowly straightened up. He muttered to himself while waving his hands to stop his comrades who were about to meet him. "I heard her voice! The bravest among the ancestral gods.
The one who is good at fighting!"
"Pretend, pretend to be a ghost!" A trace of astonishment flashed across Quirk's rat face. It didn't expect that the dwarf was so lucky. Although the poison of the warpstone blade should make the injured die slowly in pain, this is not the same as
The effectiveness of the leader in front of the battle in boosting the morale of the army is incomparable.
"You guys with beards, your gods have abandoned you a long time ago! Pillar City is the proof!"
The sharp claws of the Moss clan approached the injured dwarf with long strides. It thought of the swaying statues with lake-like faces in the network of the Eight Peaks Mountains. It thought of the shrines that were filled with excrement and garbage from the same clan, as well as An
The desperate lament of the dwarves of the Degrand clan before they died in battle.
The weak gods of the dwarves have long since entered dusk. Otherwise, how could they have remained silent during thousands of years of war? Bafeng Mountain is also known as the core temple of the Mother Goddess, and it has also become the great success of the Moss clan.
place?
"The horned rat walks among us!" Quik silently recited the mantra of the killed spell consultant. The brave warrior suddenly transformed into a magic weapon, which also made the headhunter feel alarmed.
"Ahhh!"
Gotrek pulled out the ax with his right arm and put it on his shoulder with a bang. He felt that his body was filled with unprecedented fighting spirit and power, and this energy was in urgent need of a suitable outlet.
"You, you have proven your worth and worth. I will, I will leave a place for your head!" Not wanting to have long nights and dreams, the headhunter slashed Gotrek's neck with his double blades from left to right!
"Ding!"
The green light of the warpstone war blade seemed to have touched his hair. The dwarf moved violently. He swung his right arm and chopped down the battle ax like a horse.
"puff!"
Seeing that the dwarf's head was still in its original position after the fatal cut that provided it with two collections, Quick couldn't help but was slightly startled. Slowly, its eyes moved down, and then, it let out a shrill cry.
Screams came from the mouth that used to only produce cold and ruthless orders.
"Ouch!"
"Ding! Winter!"
The upper half of the left claw blade fell to the ground with a crisp sound. This was not over yet, as a duller sound followed closely. Quick's originally muscular left claw was gone, leaving only the bare blood on his left wrist.
Like a spring.
"Remember, your killer, Gotrek Greynison!" These were the last words the headhunter heard before his head fell to the ground.
The dwarf front was filled with cheers, but in contrast, there was dead silence on the Skaven side. The Storm Rats of the Moss clan needed some time to accept the fact that the young warrior who had risen so rapidly with his unbeatable record had died.
"Swish, swish!"
The rat people in Lame Peak obviously reacted faster. When the previous attack was thwarted, these guys planned to grease their feet. Now that the initiators of this war were beheaded in front of the battle, why don't they hurry up and wait for the bearded thing to see off the guests?
?
"Kill! Drive the filthy rats out of our home!" Belegar didn't know what Quick meant. He tapped his shield and gave the order. The dwarves jumped over the bunker and killed the ratmen who had no intention of fighting.