Boris Boka stood in the snow that had not completely melted, looking towards the Wesen Valley. A few days ago, the bloody battle with the greenskins was still vivid in his mind. It was not the first time he participated in the battle. In his tenth year,
When he was three years old, his father took him to participate in his first actual battle. It was a battle to clean up the rat people. After that, he followed his father in many battles. In the past five years, wherever there was war in the kingdom, there was war.
He and his father were together, and even during the subsequent Erengrad rebellion, he joined the Queen's regular army.
However, compared to the previous battles, the bloody battle a few days ago was the real battle, and it almost became a nightmare in Boris's mind.
[Hold! Hold the line of defense!]
[General! The greenskins...the greenskins are rushing in! We can't stand it anymore!]
[Orcs! Ah, no, it’s a black orc! 】
Boris recalled those scenes in his mind, those cruel and bloody scenes. It was the bloodiest battle he had ever seen... The miserable screams of the soldiers can still be heard.
That day, Mrs. Kislev formed an iron wall, preparing to stop the green-skinned army from crossing the World's Edge Mountains. They were full of confidence at first, but after the war began, the soldiers discovered that something was wrong. What they were fighting against was a terrifying army.
, the number of greenskins was several times theirs. They poured in like a mountain torrent, and the billowing green current rushed towards the defense line composed of Kislev infantry.
He saw the black orc who was leading the charge, with an ugly and twisted face, and two huge fangs sticking out of his lips. One of them was broken, leaving only the root of the tooth. The other fang was stained with star blood.
, those bloodstains are dark red bloodstains left after years of massacres. In his hand, he holds a giant ax that is taller than an ordinary human being. During the battle, he holds the ax with one hand, coming and going as freely as a storm.
Everywhere, flesh and blood flew everywhere, even the strongest plate armor was split into two pieces with an axe.
Under the leadership of the violent black orc, the green-skinned army flooded the Kislev army's position like a tide.
His father, Vladimir, climbed to the top of a mountain with the remaining troops and relied on the advantage of the terrain to resist tenaciously.
When the reinforcements, the Griffin Legion, arrived on the battlefield, they thought victory was in sight. However, the Griffin Legion, which had always been known for its bravery and prowess in battle, actually disappeared after fighting the green-skin army for half an hour. He saw the Black Orc leader turning his head and wearing a belt.
Rushing to the backcourt with their battle axes, even if they were flanked, the orcs still showed no fear.
Later, Boris learned that after half an hour of fighting, the Griffin Legion suffered heavy losses and had to withdraw from the battle. Several hundred knights of the Griffin Legion died under the machetes of the orcs.
Blood flows in the valley, watering every inch of the valley.
[Boris, come to me!]
[Boris, stay away from that orc!]
The early morning breeze blew from the forest, and it seemed to still carry the smell of blood from that day, entering his nose. He could almost smell the special smell of sweat mixed with blood on his father's body that day. It was very unpleasant. And even worse.
The smell was of burning corpses. In order to stop the orcs' siege, his father Vladimir finally set fire to the corpses of the soldiers around him. Whether it was the corpse of Mrs. Kislev or the corpse of the greenskin, they were all ignited, forming a blazing fire.
The burning wall of fire barely prevented the greenskins from further invading and killing.
The soldiers waited in despair, waiting for the green-skinned orcs to retreat. The flames raised clouds of thick black smoke, blocking the two armies. They could only hear the roars and roars of the orcs outside, but could not see them.
Fortunately, before the flames were extinguished, the greenskins retreated. There were corpses left on the ground, whether they were from orcs or goblins, and the greenskins had no interest in cleaning up. They rushed towards them like a tide.
, and receded like a tide.
Everyone knew that their next target was the city of Kislev. It was the center of the kingdom and had the largest population in the country. However, his father Vladimir was helpless. He only had a thousand people left on hand.
Even if there are many people involved in the battle, it will only take a few minutes to encounter the main force of the orcs. They will be slaughtered completely in a few minutes...
A breeze blew by, and Boris felt that the wind was full of the smell of blood.
"My son, are you thinking about that battle again?"
Father Vladimir didn't know when he appeared behind him, his face was haggard and sad, but full of the last bit of pride and unyieldingness.
"Well..." Boris pursed his lips, "Father, are we really just orcs we encountered?"
"Well, the Orc Army, an unprecedented Orc Army. Bloodthirsty, brutal, and unimaginably ferocious."
Vladimir patted his son Boris on the shoulder and motioned for him to sit down and relax.
"Don't say you haven't seen it before. I have fought for this country all my life, and I have never seen such a legion. It was an army that destroyed the kingdom."
"So are we going to give up on Kislev?"
Boris frowned and asked.
The father did not answer. He squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. There was his beloved motherland and his unfinished mission. However, darkness had arrived. How could a mortal resist the tide of destruction with his own strength?
"Child, come on, let me pray together. Father Bear is watching us. Perhaps, the gods have their own plans..."
Vladimir said tiredly and melancholy, and he thrust the long sword in his hand into the ground. He knelt down on one knee piously and prayed seriously to the bear god Esun.
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Fort Grizzly.
The Northern Allied forces heading south are undergoing repairs in the castle. They have been marching for seven consecutive days. The soldiers' physical fitness has reached the limit. Without rest and Iron Bark's personal presence, the troops will collapse on their own.
Rhodes held the Thunder Battle Ax in his hand and walked back and forth restlessly in the castle hall. He knew that at this time, what was more likely to collapse than physical strength was military morale.
The last time they faced Ironhide was four months ago, not that long ago. The battle in front of the Watch Keep is still fresh in everyone's memory. They know that in a head-on battle, they are no match for the Greenskin Army.
.Everyone is praying that the greenskins will not invade Kislev next year. However, they still come. It seems that the more worried you are, the easier it is to happen.
Rhodes had already lured them away once before. This time, he could no longer guarantee that he could successfully lure the greenskins away again. He knew that Ironskin's target was still him. Before he found a more powerful opponent than himself, the black orc
It will always come. For Ironhide, fighting is full of charm, attracting him all the time.
Rhodes thought over and over again that in the entire Kislev, besides himself, the only more powerful opponent was the Snow Queen. But the Queen could not avoid it. In addition, a heavy snowstorm last year buried countless green and iron skins.
He may not look for her again. But leaving Kislev... leaving Kislev... Rhodes thought...