Chapter 766 Fighting to the Death in the Rat’s Nest (Part 2)
Bang...bang...bang...
Once, twice, three times, the metal wall was trembling continuously. Through the thick wall, Grondi could almost feel the painful wail coming from the steel embankment built temporarily.
Ironbreaker closed his eyes, and he seemed to be able to see thousands of crazy ratmen behind the metal wall, using wood and stones to hit the temporary barrier built with swords and spears.
Bang...bang...bang...
The wall shook slightly, and the sound and effect was like the impact of a battering ram. Every sound, one after another, struck the iron breaker's heart, like the sound of a heartbeat.
His eyes were closed tightly, and the hand holding the shield was hard and powerful. As the years passed, it seemed that everything had returned to the past. Fifty years ago, when he swore to join the ranks of the Ironbreakers, the High King personally participated in that weight loss event.
ceremony.
A total of one hundred dwarves became Iron Breakers after that solemn oath ceremony, and for a long time afterwards guarded the underground city gates of their respective dwarf fortresses, resisting all external enemies.
Grondy recalled the scene when he first participated in the battle as the Ironbreakers. It was a small group of goblin thieves who dug underground tunnels and reached the treasure house of Black Iron Castle. They were blocked by himself and his companions in the tunnel.
He killed them one by one. There were about twenty of them. Grundy still remembered the ugly appearance of those goblins. The leader was short, only as tall as his own shoulders.
He killed all the goblins and threw them into the underground mines and burned them.
For forty years, foreign enemies continued to invade, but he and his companions intercepted and killed them one by one. This is the mission of the Iron Breaker when people are in the city.
However, it was not until ten years ago that a huge greenskin army invaded his fortress.
The clan leader led all the warriors in the clan to resist, but in the end the greenskin army broke through the defense line, and the underground city fell overnight.
Grondy remembered that the leading black orc had a ferocious face. One of his thick fangs had been broken off in large parts, and a deep scar penetrated the black orc's face. He
His battle ax carried the smell of blood and swept through the dwarves like chopping meat. No dwarf could survive for two seconds under his axe.
That was Black Iron Castle's nightmare, its doom.
Grondy remembered that he was surrounded by groups of greenskins until he collapsed in a pool of blood. He didn't know whether it was his own blood or the blood of the enemy. He should have died. However, he didn't know how long it took.
, but he got up from the pile of dead people.
The home has been turned into ruins and the treasures have been plundered. In this case, most dwarves would directly choose to become butchers. However, by some strange coincidence, he did not do that at that time. Perhaps, there is something else in the dark.
It's worth protecting.
Yes, that is the dignity of dwarves!
When Mrs. Kislev encountered the same threat from the green-skinned army, he joined the Kislev Northern Alliance Resistance Army without hesitation. And later met Lord Lord Rhodes.
Grondi recalled and recalled the hardships along the way. It was a history intertwined with blood and tears. It was a history that was thick and difficult to bear to read. And all the hatred was recorded by Grondi, in the records in his heart.
In this notebook, every stroke is written down with blood and tears.
He heard another violent collision sound from the metal wall. Behind the wall, the Rat Man made a noisy and detailed scream.
The wall began to crack under repeated impacts.
A slender hand stretched out from behind the damaged and cracked wall. Before the hand could fumble, Grondi's battle ax struck down. The sharp blade cut through the skin and bones. Screams rang out and blood flowed from the wall.
The broken arm splashed out.
The wall made an even louder banging sound.
Those deformed metal tools twisted under the impact. Finally, they could no longer withstand the impact of the wooden piles again and again. The metal city wall made by the golden wizard Gelt suddenly disintegrated after a crisp sound.
A large amount of dust rushed towards us, almost running through the entire long and narrow tunnel.
The thick dust made Grondi's eyesight dim. Then, from the thick smoke and dust, countless thin and hunched figures emerged.
Accompanied by the familiar chirping sound, hundreds of slave rats rushed out of the tunnel.
For a moment, Grondy seemed to see his past, and before his eyes, the dwarf secret passage that he had guarded for half a century seemed to appear again.
However, it is not.
At this moment, he was deep in the pit of hell, his homeland had long since fallen, and the rat-men were still wreaking havoc.
"Come on, the last dwarf of Black Iron Castle is here!"
"If you want to pass through here, you have to step over me!"
In the long and narrow underground tunnel, Grondi roared at the top of his lungs.
He raised his battle axe, and struck down a Skaven that rushed in front of him. The Skaven's cheek was cut open by his battle axe, and it bled profusely. It died on the spot.
At the same time, he slammed the big shield he was holding tightly to the other side, knocking the other ratman who was about to pass by him into the tunnel wall.
The violent impact squeezed out the rat man's internal organs. The rat who was hit hard by the war shield vomited blood and debris and slid down the wall without saying a word.
Immediately afterwards, Grundy withdrew his battle ax and struck the next oncoming ratman.
The blood quickly dyed its golden-copper armor red again.
Grundy almost used both hands. He had no time to defend, and his shield turned into a heavy weapon. He slammed the approaching ratmen again and again, knocking their bodies down and injuring them.
The sharp blades cut through the skin and bones of the rat men, disemboweling them.
More and more ratmen fell at the dwarf's feet, but not a single ratman could pass through him.
The tunnel is so narrow, and with the piles of corpses, it can barely accommodate two ratmen passing side by side. However, at this pass, there is a dwarf Iron Breaker, who is covered in steel and iron bones.
His armor and shield are extremely strong. No conventional weapons can pierce this heavy plate armor. His will is even more indestructible. Full of anger burns in Grondy's heart. The dense army of ratmen will only excite him and satisfy him.
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Yes, at this moment, he finally realized his value and fulfilled his promise.
As an iron breaker, guard the ancient oath and the last dignity of the dwarves!
There are more and more Skaven, and they are getting denser and denser. The Skaven in the front row are almost pushed forward by the Skaven in the back. The dense pile of Skaven almost makes Grundy lose the space and leeway to wield his weapons.
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He roared, held the shield with both hands, and used all his strength to push the remaining rat men out of the tunnel entrance.
Gritting his teeth, Grundy held his heavy buckler tightly, no matter how the ratman behind the shield flapped or hissed.
He stepped into shallow dents in the mud under his feet, and his rapid heartbeat was tumbling in his chest. However, the rat-men's offensive did not weaken at all. Some rat-men even stabbed daggers and short spears through the gaps in their round shields.
Coming in, however, did not shake the heavy plate armor at all.