Grimgor Ironhide slaughtered in the dark crypt for three days and three nights. The corpses that fell at his feet piled up like a mountain, even blocking an entire passage. Some of the ratmen were disemboweled and some were chopped down.
The lower head and others were chopped into pieces. Blood was like dirty water in the sewer, flowing in the entire tunnel.
Grimgor casually picked up a wounded rat soldier, grabbed its head, and smashed it against the wall. Suddenly, the rat man's skull shattered, and the blood and brain matter were like bursting watermelons.
, splashed all over the floor.
He stepped on the back of a dying rat man and inserted the battle ax into his head. The dying rat man completely stopped breathing, and dark red blood wet its cheeks. The entire underground passage looked like blood.
hell.
It's over, it's finally over. After a whole month of slaughter, this rat nest has finally been wiped out. The Terror Castle, the Wailing Pool, the Haunted Mansion, and those weird rat-man areas have all been slaughtered to pieces.
Every room and every secret passage was filled with corpses.
Looking at the piles of corpses, Grimgor Ironhide was both excited and a little disappointed. Over the past month, he had been in high spirits, full of passion and impulse. But now, all the rats were dead, and he was lost again.
Target……
No, not all goals…
He seemed to smell the putrid smell emanating from rats in the darkness.
Grimgor Ironhide clenched his weapon. He twitched his short nose and sniffed in the "morgue", smelling the smell in the air. He knew that there was a mysterious opponent lurking in the darkness, a
Maybe he is an opponent who can really fight with him.
However, he couldn't see it. The mumbling little goblin next to him was swept away by him again with an axe, and his body was smashed against the wall, and weakly slid down from the corner.
Ironhide walked to the center of the room, where there were slightly fewer corpses, allowing him to better distinguish other smells in the smell of rotting corpses.
Grimgor Ironhide wanted to roar, but he knew that his opponent was in the dark, and he was in the open. If he wanted to lure his opponent into action, he could not alert the enemy. The warrior's keenness allowed him to realize that the mouse he encountered today was by no means an ordinary mouse.
.The enemy is sneaking quickly in the shadows, but you can't even find a trace of him. If you didn't rely on your innate and outstanding sense of smell, you might not be able to find the opponent at all.
Grimgor Ironhide was waiting, with his battle ax on his shoulder, sniffing every scent in the air. However, the scent was always there, in every direction, in every corner of this room. Even though there was his own scent outside the door.
Guards, but what Ironhide wants is not to fight in groups, but to have battles to fight. He prefers to be alone. For Grimgor, fighting is the happiest thing in life, the meaning of its survival, and the only stimulation.
His stuff.
Finally, a pair of fiery red eyeballs appeared in the darkness. They were the eyeballs of revenge and bloodthirsty, the eyes of the Rat Man. Grimgor Ironhide couldn't see it, he just smelled the damn smell, and just as he was about to turn around to face the enemy
By then, his opponent had already taken the lead and jumped on his back.
Ironpi felt as if his back was being sucked by an eight-clawed spider. He was about to throw the damn mouse off his back, but a dagger emitting dark green light was already stretched out in front of his throat. It was so fast.
There wasn't even time to react.
Grimgor Ironhide roared. He didn't care to catch his opponent, but grabbed the dagger with his bare hands, preventing the dagger from approaching his throat. In an instant, the dark green blade slashed across the black orc's palm.
A deep gash. So deep that it almost cut to the bone.
Grimgor Ironhide roared in pain, stretched out his other hand, angrily grabbed the mouse off his back, and threw it against the wall like throwing garbage! However, the one who faced him today,
It was not an ordinary rat man, it was an assassin rat, with gray-black skin, strong muscles and well-developed limbs. The thrown rat man adjusted his body rapidly in the air, and just before hitting the wall,
Use your legs to push off the rock wall and land smoothly.
There was no sound when he landed, still holding the sharp assassin's dagger in his hand, and the green light emitted dazzled Ironhide.
Grimgor Ironhide, the king of the black orcs, roared, swung his axe, and struck at the rat assassin.
However, the Skaven Assassin was not afraid. There was a hint of cunning in his blood-red eyes. When Grimgor Ironhide roared and rushed towards him, he kicked his calves fiercely and killed at a faster speed. Only a green streak was seen.
The light flashed, and Grimgor Ironhide screamed. Before his ax could hit his opponent, the opponent left a shocking wound on his calf.
Dark red blood overflowed from the torn bones and flesh, dyeing the lower part of Ironhide's right leg dark red. The rat-man assassin targeted the areas where the orc leader did not wear armor, his neck, calves... Ironhide roared, even though his feet were injured and
The hand injury caused him to suffer a lot. However, this pain was the source of strength that stimulated his fighting spirit. There was no doubt that he had once again found an opponent worth fighting. But he didn't expect that he was slaughtering an entire ratman.
A "reward" obtained after entering the lair.
Grimgor Ironhide slung the battle ax on his shoulder with a smug smile on his lips. There was no doubt that the rat had pissed him off.
"Come and have some fun."
Grimgor Ironhide growled contemptuously, and he roared again and launched an attack.
Jisnik drew streaks of bright red blood in the air, which were the undried blood stains left by countless rats before. The blood dripped in the air, turning into scarlet arcs.
However, the Assassin Rat dodged every blow nimbly. Although each blow missed it by a few centimeters, with its extremely strong skills, the Assassin Rat was free from the orc king's axe.
With ax after axe, Grimgor Ironhide chopped the corpses into several pieces. But he still couldn't cut the agile rat man. He began to get annoyed, as if he was being played. Grimgor Ironhide longed for a fight.
A real battle, like he had with the strongest warrior among the dwarves, the collision between steel and flesh, like he had with the White Bear Lord, slashing at close range, clashing and wrestling with the most powerful weapons. What he wanted was
That kind of hearty battle, not the current dodgy fight.
But the Rat Assassin doesn't care. All he wants is to kill his opponent. It doesn't matter what method he uses. What's important is that he is hired by others and must complete the task.
Grimgor Ironhide roared again and launched an attack. This time, his battle ax danced into a death storm, and all living creatures within two meters in front of him were chopped to pieces. Even hard rocks were struck by Gisnik.
He chopped it down and broke it into several pieces.
He hit the rock wall, but the Assassin Rat jumped on his back with the help of the battle axe. The shining green dagger stabbed down again. But this time Ironhide was already prepared, and he roared and shook the Rat Man away.
.
The next second, he struck crazily at the rat assassin who was still on the ground.
The rat assassin rolled to avoid the attack again. The orc's ax hit a corpse. He was about to pull it out and chop again when he heard a burst of explosions in the air and a bomb the size of a goose egg rolled towards him.
Ironhide was at Ironhide's feet. Just when he was curious, billowing smoke rose from the shell, submerging Ironhide in the endless smoke. This was not a bomb at all! It was a smoke bomb! With Grimgor Ironhide's physique and the armor he wore
The armor is so armored that ordinary bombs cannot kill it at all.
The cunningness of the rat man made Ironhide furious again. He roared angrily, as if he wanted to collapse the entire crypt. But it was to no avail. The cunning assassin rat continued to observe in the dark, looking for the best angle and timing for thrusting. He didn't care how to use it.
Any means, as long as the goal is achieved, and now, the longer time delays, the more beneficial it is to him. Because the venom on the dagger is paralyzing this violent king of black orcs.
Grimgor Ironhide felt dizzy, and his wounds began to fester. He knew it was poison from the rats.
"Cunning guy!"
He spurned it, but the enemy still didn't show up.
Grimgor Ironhide planted the battle ax on the ground and supported it. At the same time, he sniffed the surrounding air. He couldn't see it, but he could still smell it. He knew that the assassin rat was still nearby.
A flying dagger in the thick fog injured Ironhide again. There was a dark green dagger stuck in the sole of his foot, and blood was flowing out. At the same time, the assassin rat flew out of the fog. It almost used all four limbs, Grimgor Ironhide saw
He couldn't, but he could hear and smell it.
Finally, when the Skaven Assassin rushed towards him and jumped high into the sky, Grimgor Ironhide, the King of the Black Orcs, stretched out his left hand at lightning speed and caught the Skaven that jumped from the air.
The Assassin Rat struggled, but it was useless. It was too late. The orc held his neck, and Grimgor Ironhide tightened his grip. Only a sound of broken bones was heard, and the Assassin Rat was twisted all at once.
Broken neck...
Grimgor Ironhide had broken the necks of countless goblins, but never more painfully than this time. He crushed the rat's throat and squeezed out the blood! Then he threw it into the pile of corpses like garbage.
Yes, it is not worthy of fighting him. It is not the behavior of a warrior to shrink back and use poison.
"What are we going to do now? Boss."
The orcs rushed in, and they saw Ironhide covered with scars and the still-warm ratman corpse on the ground.
"Burn this place down."
Grimgor Ironhide whispered. He never wanted to come here again. It was so boring. A bunch of guys with no fighting ability...