The blizzard surrounding the city of Kislev has been blowing day after day. As far as the field of vision can be reached, the sky and the earth are gray, and ice crystals are like sharp knives, whirling and dancing in the air. This unnatural storm has been blowing for five days.
It has been five nights, and no one knows how long it will last. It seems that in the dark, a pair of invisible big hands are extracting energy from under this land, spreading the wind and snow to the capital of this kingdom, and wrapping it.
The city and outside of Kislev turned into a snowy world.
Grimgor had been waiting outside for five days. He could not wait any longer. During the five days, he killed no less than a hundred orcs in his army to vent his inner mania and anger. But now, he decided to
Don't wait any longer, this human kingdom is not just a city in front of you, it also has many other castles and towns.
Grimgor Ironhide heard that in the far north, there is still a force that can fight, and there is an opponent worth fighting. Rod Lawn is the most powerful human lord in the north.
, he has a thunder battle ax made by dwarves, and a huge white bear with extremely strong combat power. In the north, he is known as the King of White Bears. Moreover, the experience of this opponent is legendary. In just five years, his territory has been completely destroyed.
It expanded several times and became the most powerful lord in the western part of the north.
Ironhide doesn't care about the difference between human lords and greenskin lords. He only cares about how to find this white bear lord. His battle ax has been able to drink the blood of powerful opponents for a long, long time. Grimgor Ironhide is roaring, his heart
Like an endless river of lava, only a strong opponent can calm his inner restlessness and anger, and only a strong opponent can make him feel truly excited. This desire to fight exceeds all other desires, and at this moment
, he is leading his army and continues to advance north.
To be precise, he was not leading, but groups of greenskins were following him, so it looked like Ironskin himself was leading the army.
Wearing thick blood-made armor, Grimgor Ironhide walked all the way. When he was far away from the city of Kislev, there were no snowflakes on his skin and armor again. It was really annoying. Grimgor promised to continue
He also didn’t want to see ice and snow again. He used a tomahawk to cut down the branches blocking the road. The dead branches here made him feel a familiar smell, which was the dry breath. This is the smell of distant badlands. In the desert
The dry wind blew, almost setting the remaining vegetation on fire.
He walked at the front of the team, personally climbing over mountains and ridges, walking through swamps and forests, and getting closer and closer to the so-called northern border. Nothing could stop the orc leader from moving forward. All the creatures in the forest were waiting for the arrival of the green skins.
They turned into birds and beasts and fled. The mighty green-skinned army swept through the entire forest, grabbing all the mushrooms and other food.
"Incomparably powerful, extremely huge, extremely brave boss, after climbing through this forest, we arrived at the plain. According to Xiami, this plain is called the wilderness. That is, there is nothing, only short grass and debris.
Stone. But the largest gathering place of shrimps is behind this wasteland. There is what you are looking for there."
Grimgor Ironhide stood on a high stone, which was a small hill in the forest. From here he could overlook the entire forest. Under the rays of the setting sun, he could even see the gray open area at the edge of the forest. It must have been that
It's the wild plains that goblins call it.
Grimgor Ironhide didn't care how big the plain was, he just wanted to know how far away he was from the big castle. As long as there was sunshine, he could go without food or water for more than half a month. As long as there was an opponent to fight with.
"One big shrimp carries thousands of small shrimps, and they live in stone houses."
"The great Ironhide Grimgor will conquer them, defeat them all, and kill them all. Ah... We have three, four, or five days at most to get there."
He walked down from the stone, and the little goblins beside him were still chirping around him.
Grimgor Ironhide's face turned blue. A clear scar ran from his forehead to his chin. Two yellow-brown fangs protruded from his lips. One of them had been broken, and dark red blood spots still remained on the broken teeth.
. He holds the famous battle ax Jisnik in his hand. Like the blood-forged armor, this weapon is carefully crafted by the Chaos Dwarves. No matter how many enemies are killed, it will not become dull. The ax blade will always be as sharp as new.
He held the ax in his rough hands, and it never left his hand. The heavy weight made him feel very comfortable. Even when he was sleeping, the tomahawk never left his side.
"Xiaomi will call for more shrimps, and there will also be bean sprouts and dwarfs joining in. We have an opponent, boss..."
The goblin boy was still hissing, and the black orc was upset. He had heard enough of such nonsense. Among so many small murmurs, he only heard that sentence, the shrimps gathered in the castle made of huge rocks, this
A castle is not far away. You can reach it by climbing through the forest and wasteland. Everything else is nonsense.
Grimgor Ironhide said nothing. He grabbed the goblin kid who was still thinking nonsense and twisted his throat. Blood spurted out from the broken throat and wet Ironhide's big hand.
In front of him was a large wave of excited orcs. Grimgor Ironhide raised his axe, Gisnik, and roared loudly under the blood-red sky. This time, no storm could stop him from moving forward. He wanted to kill
Kill all enemies, destroy everything, and knock down the stone houses of mankind. And find their leader. Lord White Bear, he remembered this name.
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In Watchfort, Count Cyrel woke up from a nightmare of howling ghosts and wolves. In his dream, he saw the green tide engulfing his castle. His lord was being eaten away, and the ocean-like tide surged up to the castle heights in waves. He saw
Countless civilians were wailing, and countless lonely ghosts were wandering above the castle.
When they woke up, the nightmare became a reality. The rangers found that there were still tens of kilometers away from the Watch Fortress, and a huge greenskin army was marching in the wasteland. Their goal was obvious, it was here - the Watch Keep.
When the news reached the city, Cyril immediately summoned everyone to prepare for the battle. At the same time, he sent out all the messengers to notify other northern lords. They had already gathered a huge army and were ready to fight the greenskins. However,
Due to disagreements, everyone finally parted ways. According to the situation reported by the scouts, the scale of this green-skinned army was unprecedented, reaching tens of thousands or even more.
Cyril thought about his strange and terrifying dream over and over again in the castle hall, and at the same time thought of Rhode's words not long ago. He couldn't help but feel panic in his heart. Although the Watch Fort has three thousand defenders and the city walls are tall and thick,
, in front of tens of thousands of orcs, can it stand firm? Xi Ruier didn't know for sure. He said that he would cut off the head of the black orc leader, but now it seems that his original words can't help but show that