A large piece of flesh and blood was cut off, but Snorri still did not dare to relax at all. For a mortal, a big hole in one side of the ribs would be a fatal injury, but Skarbrand was not only not a mortal, but also one of the best among demons.
"I am a blood drinker!"
Snorri's ears hurt from the insane roar of the exile. Although he was exiled, the Blood Lord still retained all of his abilities. The bloodthirsty maniac could feast on blood and heal himself.
"It's not over, is it? The brass collar is seeking recovery after I can't stop it."
Seeing the blood of the five races soaking through the ground in front of the fortress and dyeing the shore of the silver abyss red behind him being drawn out by the great power granted by the Blood God and gathering at Skarbrand's wound, Snorri was so angry that his head swelled.
"No! Rat! Despicable beast!"
The thick and turbid blood mist reached his body. Instead of enjoying the treatment comfortably, Skarbrand looked up to the sky and burst into a wail full of anger and pain! The blood feast backfired, as if sulfuric acid had been poured on it, all over his body.
be eroded.
"What's going on? Is it another game between those in the subspace?"
The blood mist had no effect on himself or the Rune Colossus. Snorri stroked his petrified beard thoughtfully. The appearance of Skarbrand, its still functional collar and the scene in front of him all revealed a strong
The flavor of conspiracy.
If the Chaos Gods were playing chess, then Skarbrand was Khorne's "Queen" who killed everyone. Judging from its advertised record, the remaining three gods had no chess pieces that could match it.
This big demon is already so important that it can influence the chess game. The fight over it must be a big drama. Even if Khorne knew that it was bewitched, he would have to go through a set of procedures before he could forgive it, and several other people who interfered with it would have to go through a process.
Not only do the ideas exist, they are also big.
"I will definitely smash your stinky nest! Then twist off your horns!"
Snorri didn't know the mystery, but Skarbrand knew - it forced its way into the mortal world from the Chaos Chasm that Skaven tore open with blood sacrifices, and to a certain extent led to the defeat of the Moss clan, which already angered
The Horned Rat now wants to use the blood of the Rat Man to recover from his injuries. How can a guy who claims to be the first sub-god among the Four Gods condone this?
"You know, I will come back with anger at that time!" After being hit hard and being tricked by the Horned Rat, the Exile could no longer stand it. Before the demonic body collapsed and turned into chaotic energy, it tilted its head and charged at Snow.
He dropped a harsh word.
"It's finally over! The Four Gods Demon Army is really annoying. After finally defeating it, you can't get any benefits. Fortunately, the defeating characteristics are pretty good."
After releasing the gods from descending to earth, Snorri sat on the hammer and muttered softly while adjusting his breath. Who wouldn't be greedy for the two axes that bound the bloodthirsty demons of the gods! Provide some weapons to prevent Skarbrand's eternal return.
The power and charge bonuses are a small compensation.
"It's not time to rest yet. It's better to use the remaining brave men to chase the enemy! We must eliminate the enemy's effective strength to the maximum extent!"
After a while, Snorion suddenly stood up. The square in front of the fortress was almost cleared, but compared to the huge internal and underground space, this was just a drop in the ocean.
"First, determine the location of the Whitebeard Ancestors and the underground assault troops, and receive reinforcements as quickly as possible. Second, the mobile troops should pursue the fleeing enemies as much as possible. Third, monitor the enemy's movements in the direction of Camelback Mountain and Black Rock Castle-Bad Place in multiple dimensions.
.Fourth, seal off all warehouses and places where wealth may be stored, leaving them for post-war accounting."
The throne room was simply cleaned, and Iblit's filthy symbol of rule had been smashed to pieces. Snorri sat on the newly installed throne and gave orders without hesitation, while Belegar stood in the audience like other generals.
To be honest, Snorri was quite worried about the safety of his eldest brother and Prince Gragrim. Even with a white dwarf leading the team, going deep into the heart of the Moss clan would be a nine-death challenge. The commandos were the elite among the elite, and the smaller the loss, the better.
Human cavalry are responsible for the pursuit mission, so they are relatively less worried. These guys did not undertake many combat missions along the way. They are recharging their energy just for this time. Even if it is for the first-level military honors, they will do their best.
As for the enemy's reinforcements, Snorri believes that the possibility of launching an attack after the Eight Peaks Mountain has been lost is very low, but those two tribes also have gods, and there is a chance that they will make unreasonable actions under their orders.
.Bafeng Mountain is now in ruins and waiting for redevelopment. It will be very stressful if a large army really attacks the territory.
As for the final blockade of the warehouse, Snorri also wanted to check and accept the fruits of his victory first, but doing so before a complete victory has always been a taboo for military strategists to shake the morale of the army, so the dwarves could only suppress their excitement.
The generals took their orders and left. Snorri rested his elbows on the armrests of the throne, tilted his head and closed his eyes to rest. Commanding a large corps to fight was another experience with Skarbrand. Even the Iron Man was exhausted physically and mentally.
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Half asleep and half awake, his thoughts drifted further and further, all the way back to the rainy night in front of the computer, back to the original stretcher and the defeated army that was dejected and complaining.
"Recovering Bafeng Mountain" was the first item he wrote for his grand plan to revitalize the mountains. After thirty years of fighting in the north and south, and several near-death encounters, he finally realized it. The feeling of it is hard to describe to others.
"Report! The white-bearded ancestors and the commandos are back!"
The messenger interrupted his thoughts. The King of the South opened his eyes slightly, straightened his figure, and the power of the demigod returned to his eyebrows.
"Hahaha! The Moss clan is finished. The rat will die or escape, as evidenced by the rat head of Gnodor!"
Before the people arrived, the bagpipe-like voice of the white dwarf had already arrived. Grimm's sharp scales were covered with layers of blood scabs, but his snow-white beard and hair were still spotless.
A head was thrown heavily to the ground. Gotrek picked it up and wanted to hand it to Snorri for inspection, but he waved his hand to stop it - this was the youngest son of the ancestor goddess and the patron saint of the mountain kingdom.
"Okay! Great! Even if it dies under your axe, it will have something to brag about when it reaches the Kingdom of Ruins! Bring wine to the warriors to soothe their throats!"
Belegar-Ironhammer came after hearing the news. He held Gnoldor's head and his eyes blurred with tears. This well-organized mouse killed many close relatives, including his father and brother. The mixture of joy, sorrow and regret left him speechless.
Choking.
Before the hastily arranged food and drinks were finished, the Bretonnian cavalry sent news through the rune transmitter. The whereabouts of Iblit were discovered. As expected, it did not choose to flee north but wanted to directly enter the Badlands of the West to seek a comeback.
Chance.
"It belongs to you. Consider this the final test. The ancestors of the Andegron clan are watching you." Faced with Belegar's inquiry about whether he wanted to plunder the formation for him, Snorri gave him a sincere greeting.
