The frightened screams stopped after a moment, and the amber spear did not hit the Rat Pack Master. Even though he was injured, Squire still fought with half of his body. He waved his whip and hit the hunting spear flying towards him in the air.
The hunting spear that deviated from the direction fell to the ground and was inserted into the hard soil.
Ersun Shaman Yeskovich brandished his wooden staff and rushed forward to fight the rat lord at close range.
At the same time, the witch hunter Diego abandoned all distracting thoughts in his mind, faced the direction in which the Wolf-Rat Heartbreaker was coming, and raised his sword to kill forward.
The silver sword flashed with cold light, and with the witch hunter's determination to kill the dark things, it was thrust into the swooping wolf rat.
However, human beings' strength is still a little inferior when faced with mutated beasts. Although Diego drank the potion in advance and his body functions were greatly enhanced, his strength was still inferior when facing the violent wolf rats.
The silver sword was knocked to the ground, and the witch hunter was knocked to the ground by the wolf rat. However, just as the wolf rat was about to bite the witch hunter's throat, the violent plunderer once again endured the pain all over his body and stood up from the ground.
He swooped behind the wolf rat, picked up half of the broken chain, took the first step, and grabbed the wolf rat by the throat.
The spiked demon-hunting chain pierced the wolf-rat's flesh, and within a moment, a large amount of blood oozed from the neck of the furious wolf-rat.
The smell of blood stimulated the predator's nerves, making his exhausted body excited again. Celta roared to the sky, the hands holding the wolf rat's throat trembled constantly, and the veins bulged. The strong muscles all over his body bulged, and blood flowed from him
It kept dripping from his face, like a champion warrior of chaos from the north.
Roar……
A wild beast-like roar came from Celta's mouth. The wolf rat struggled desperately, but the predator behind him was like a more bloodthirsty beast. The chain drew blood marks, but Celta did not let go at all, and his clenched teeth creaked.
Sound.
Finally, the wood elf Alyria, who had recovered from the pain, rushed over. Without any hesitation or delay, Alyria ran past, the sharp dagger in her hand flashed past, and with one knife, she cut the wolf rat's broken heart.
the person's throat.
Celta only felt that the pressure under her body suddenly decreased, and the wolf rat that was struggling violently just now was gradually weakening.
Blood continued to gush out from the incised hole. Celta sat on the dead wolf rat. He wanted to continue fighting, but his strength seemed to have been exhausted. After the fierce battle, all the pain and fatigue
Immediately, they came over. This northern Norscan warrior could no longer hold on. He used his battle ax to support his body and barely managed to keep from falling. He could only watch his teammates rush towards the only rat man left on the field.
That's the leader of the rat people.
When the Wood Elf Pathfinder and the Witch Hunter joined the battle, the injured Skaven Lord was obviously unable to resist.
His long whip swung forward, but Esun Shaman Yeskovich dodged it. At the same time, the dagger in the hand of the Wood Elf Loster cut open the back of his neck from behind, and blood flowed from the new wound.
When the Skaven Lord tried to turn around and attack the Wood Elf Wanderer, the Witch Hunter rushed up from the other side and stabbed the Skaven Lord straight into his heart.
Ratman Lord Squire had to struggle to defend again, but once again, Ersun Shaman struck his ankle from behind, and the wooden staff hit the exposed ankle, making a crisp sound of bone shattering.
Squier knelt down helplessly. A legendary lord of a generation fell into the hands of a few unknown men. Squier was unwilling to do so, but he had nothing to do.
He screamed wildly and summoned his men, but not a single rat man came out of the tunnel. The tunnel seemed to be sealed by a giant. It was silent and dark...
However, Squire would not know that the person blocking the tunnel was not a giant or a powerful magic, but just an ordinary dwarf.
…
Grundy was covered in wounds. Bayonets and daggers could not shake the Iron Breaker armor. Then, they used other weapons. A large number of rat soldiers brandished hammers and hammers to beat up the dwarf warriors wearing plate armor.
.
Grondi's arm holding the shield was struck countless times, and inside the dented and deformed armor, the arm was already bloody and bloody. In order not to fall, he placed the large shield on the ground and pressed it against his chest, waving a small one with one hand.
With the ax, he used his last strength to chop down the ratmen around him.
However, every time he killed a Skaven, he was hit hard by the Skaven infantry on the other side. The armor that had been hit countless times began to show cracks. Grondy knew that he could not hold on for long. He looked back.
He glanced at the dark rat lair on the other side of the tunnel and prayed that everyone in the team had killed the rat lord.
However, before that, he must defend the tunnel.
The Ratmen began to carry the corpses blocked in the tunnel. The scarred Grundy knew that he did not have much time. The originally narrow tunnel was carried and cleared by the Ratmen again and again, and more and more Ratmen could face the broken corpses.
The clash of iron men.
Finally, the leader of a group of ratmen hit Grondi on the back of the head with a hammer the moment he turned his back. Under the heavy blow, the exhausted Grondi felt his eyes go dark and his legs couldn't help but feel weak.
, completely knelt down.
The thick plate armor hit the ground and made a trembling sound.
Seeing the opportunity, the ratmen screamed crazily, like a flood that had been building up for a long time, and washed away the last line of defense built by the dwarf Iron Breaker.
Grundy was knocked to the ground, and the hordes of ratmen screamed wildly and trampled over him.
Blood and water covered Grundy's eyes, and countless ratmen trampled on his body, pressing it deeply into the soil.
In despair, Grondi reached into his arms with trembling hands and found the incendiary bomb that had been gathering dust for a long time.
Once a high-concentration incendiary bomb is detonated in such a narrow tunnel, the high temperature generated will cause the most terrifying lethality. However, the person who throws the bomb will also be burned by the high temperature of the incendiary bomb explosion. It should be said that he is directly burned to death.
Before the war, Grundy imagined the worst case scenario. If in the end, he really couldn't hold on, he would use this incendiary bomb to kill the Rat Man together.
And now, this is the moment.
Grondi struggled to take out the high-concentration incendiary bomb that had not been used in nearly twenty years. After hesitating for a moment, he opened the buckle that detonated the incendiary bomb.
He closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the moment of death.
However, one second, two seconds, three seconds... the incendiary bomb in his arms showed no sign of detonating. Not even a spark.
No! Damn...
Grondy cursed in his heart and lowered his head in despair. The god of fate seemed to have played a big joke on him again. Those who wanted to die would not be allowed to die, but those who did not want to die died cleanly.
I failed in the end...
Grundy closed his eyes in despair.
However, the next moment, a familiar war cry came from the other end of the tunnel, followed immediately by the screams of a group of ratmen and the muffled sound of flesh being cut.
The wood elf Aliria, the high priest Yeskevich, and the witch hunter Diego were the only three people who still had fighting ability. They formed the final alliance and fought their way out of the tunnel.
The huge rat nest was already empty, and no living thing survived, including the rat lord Squire.
High Priest Yeskovich even hung the head of the rat lord Squire on a wooden staff and waved it among the rats. Seeing the death of the lord, the morale of the rat army suddenly collapsed, especially the low-level slave rats, and they turned around.
flight.
The three of them slaughtered all the way, without magic or any high-tech weapons, just the most primitive and barbaric massacre. But they killed hundreds of ratmen and fled.
And even if one tenth of these killed rat men turned around and besieged the three of them, then the three of them would definitely be unable to resist in their current state.
But, no. Not a single Skaven turned around...
Fear was like a plague, spreading rapidly among the army, so much so that the rat men following behind did not even see the appearance of their opponents, and fled with the large army.
The smell of fear spread layer by layer and was secreted from the sweat glands of the rat men. In the frightened eyes of the rat men in the front row, the rat men in the back seemed to have seen the end of the world and ran away one after another.
The rat army that had just ran out of the tunnel ran back in groups again... and Grundy, who fell on the ground, had to endure another collective trampling...