The dwarves in the field looked sideways when they heard the sound. Taking advantage of this gap, the remaining green-skinned troops who had lost their leader fled in all directions.
This is the characteristic of the greenskin race. When the war is going well, the war cry of waaagh can be heard endlessly, and the whole army advances by leaps and bounds, with high morale.
But once the attack is blocked, their morale will drop quickly. If this situation is not resolved, the final result may even be the collapse of the entire army.
Snorri saw a large hole suddenly exploded on a slope not far to the left, and with shouts of "squeak!" and "squeak!" a large number of Skaven poured out! The left-wing miners who had received additional personnel tightened their pickaxes in their hands. It was obvious that they were a little nervous. After all, the Rat Man has always been the biggest threat to underground workers.
Gnom's cheers were interrupted, but he did not show any panic. After all, it was already known that there were ratmen underground, and the greenskin and dwarf armies had been fighting against each other for such a long time. As long as the ratmen were not deaf or blind,
If you are not stupid, you will definitely take some action.
"Compatriots, don't rush to pursue them yet! The injured stand back, and medical staff will be here to bandage you immediately! Others, come to me!" Genom shouted and began to regroup the troops.
After experiencing three waves of attacks from the war pig cavalry, the big orcs and ordinary orcs, the dwarf army formation in the front row has been disrupted.
Mixing troops with different equipment and characteristics is not conducive to performance.
Seeing this scene, Snorri realized that he needed to buy some time for his elder brother.
"Prepare the iron dragon hand cannon!" Snorri shouted. The twenty iron dragon gunners in front who had not participated in the battle picked up their weapons. The reason why they took action at this time was partly to save precious ammunition for possible emergencies.
On the other hand, they have limited range and can easily injure friendly forces.
Hearing Snorri's reminder, the gold-seeking uncle quickly directed the miners to get out of the attack path of the Iron Dragon Hand Cannon.
Following Snorri's command, twenty tongues of fire spurted towards the rat-man who emerged.
Unlike the greenskins, who lead the battle with elite troops in an attempt to quickly overwhelm the enemy to boost morale, the Skaven warlords prefer to use cheap cannon fodder troops to consume the enemy's physical strength and ammunition, and then finally let the elite troops enter the battle to have the final say.
The effect.
Therefore, the first ones to rush out of the ground were a group of slave rats. Facing the flames ejected from the hand cannon, these poor, naked creatures were burned to charcoal almost instantly.
The last trace of courage of those in the back row who were lucky enough to survive were swallowed up by the flames. They wailed and fled with their heads in their hands, trying to escape back into the tunnel.
"You bitch! It takes a long time to reload the flamethrower of the dwarf stuff! Now, now! Rush up and tear them apart! Dwarf stuff, die! die!"
A sharp and harsh sound rang out in the tunnel, and the fleeing slave rats were once again driven towards the dwarf miners' front by the clan rats behind them.
The voice was right. The reloading time of the Iron Dragon Hand Cannon after firing once was indeed not short. Seeing the Rat Man gradually approaching, Snorri knew that the time had come for him to take action!
He raised his left hand, revealing the chisel ring on his middle finger. He touched the ring with his right hand, and the bright yellow runes on the ring glowed, and a fireball about the same size as Snorri himself appeared.
With a flick of his left hand, Snorri shot the fireball inspired by the runes at the oncoming slave rats. Because there were so many rats, he didn't even need to aim.
The fireball at close range was extremely powerful, and the explosive flames swept dozens of ratmen at once. The battlefield once again exuded the smell of roasted meat and the strange smell of burnt hair.
Suffering a sudden blow, the slave rats' second charge came to an abrupt end. Facing the continuous fire damage, they completely collapsed!
Some of the slave rats still tried to escape underground, while others simply scattered and fell into the hands of the dwarf miners in a daze. They had just been teased by the goblin wolf cavalry, and the angry miners did not agree with these.
The rats were so polite that they smashed their heads with a pickaxe.
"Waste! Waste! Your life is a waste! A waste!" After two consecutive attacks were thwarted, the underground voice became even more manic.
Immediately afterwards, a large number of clan rats emerged. These rats were slightly more disciplined. They rushed out of the ground and did not rush to attack but tried to form a formation.
The first two rounds of attacks failed. Seeing the dwarf melee troops regroup and move to the left, the rat warlord who led the team knew that the raid plan was ruined, and the only thing left was a head-on confrontation.
Soon, a huge figure emerged from the ground. This was a nest fear rat!
It looks like a rat that has been magnified countless times, with twisted sarcomas on its body. It is a fast and large monster with a venom attack that is good at fighting infantry. It will also enter a berserk state when injured.
Sitting on the back of the giant rat was a rat man, wearing armor and holding a gleaming halberd.
Judging from the color of its fur, this rat is quite young. Combining the information reported by Johnson, the captain of the Anvil Guard, Snorri determined that this rat man was the son of the warlord who died in bed in the middle of the night and the current leader of the Bad Claw clan.
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This giant beast and the rat-men on its back were surrounded by a group of rat-men covered in black fur and armor. These guys are storm rats.
Stormrats are the fighting elites of the Skaven warlord clan. They are different from those skinny cubs. They are generally a whole head taller than ordinary ratmen, have thick muscles, and are more muscular.
Most storm rats are determined by their birth, and their natural tallness and black fur make them unique. They have the best weapons and equipment, and generally serve as bodyguards for warlords and assault troops on the battlefield.
"The green-skinned stuff, die! die! The dwarf stuff, die too! Die! Mountain Lake Castle belongs to the great Bad Claw clan!"
The rat man on the back of the giant beast let out an arrogant roar, and his voice contained dissatisfaction that his plan had been disrupted.
Snorri probably guessed that he wanted to kill the greenskins and dwarves while they were in the middle of the fight and make a profit. However, the situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly. How could this leopard rat, who had suffered consecutive defeats since his debut, understand how to play?
After the greenskins were defeated, they tried to take advantage of the chaos to attack the dwarf flanks, but made another tactical mistake. How could the weak slave rats be worthy of the important task of attacking?
If it had ridden the behemoth and led the Stormvermin Guards out of the ground immediately, there might be some chance of success.
But it's too late to say anything now. Two consecutive mistakes caused him to lose the opportunity.
"This is the age of the rats! The horned rat, the horned rat walks among us!"
The rat warlord pointed his halberd, and together with the storm rats under his command, drove the clan rats in the front row towards the dwarf army formation.
"Only when you win can you have food to eat!"
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