Grisus looked angry, roared, and slapped the long table, causing the food on the table to bang and fall to the floor.
The ogres on the side didn't dare to say a word, and could only stare at their boss and get angry.
"A bunch of useless people! What's the point of feeding you so much meat? Can anyone think of a way to drive away those Yankees outside the door!"
Grisus shouted loudly again. However, there was still silence. All the ogre brothers stood in place, still not daring to take a breath.
"I'm going to skin those Yankees! Eat their flesh! Drink their blood!"
Grisus cursed in his big tent, spittle and minced meat flying everywhere, spitting on the face of the ogre boy beside him, but the ogre boy didn't even dare to stretch out his hand to wipe his face.
.Everyone is afraid that in the next second they will be chopped into fresh meat with random knives...
…
From the distance came the sound of intensive drums and the loud roar of siege engines.
Out of curiosity, Bogul ordered his men to go and conduct reconnaissance. They had been in this forest for a long time, and they had never found any remains of civilization, let alone any organized army or war. Now, with great difficulty, they
If you encounter a fight, you must investigate thoroughly.
Soon, the two dwarf rangers and Kislev's scouts returned to the camp and told them what they saw.
"A group of Chaos Warriors and Raiders are attacking a mountain fortress."
The scout said breathlessly.
When he heard about the war, or the Chaos Warriors and Marauders, Bogul's eyes immediately lit up. How long has it been? How long has it been since they left Kislev and headed east of the World Mountains? The battle ax in their hands is almost alive.
Rusty.
As if the drug addiction that had been hidden in his body for a long time broke out, Bogul grabbed the scout's hand and asked eagerly -
"How many people are there? How far are they from here? Which camp's territory is the fortress on the mountain?"
The scout gasped. Although he knew that the dwarf wanted to know the answer, in fact, even he himself did not know the answer.
"I don't know... the style of the fortress on the mountain is very strange. I have never seen it before, and I don't know which camp it belongs to. As for the marauders, there are probably several hundred people, or more. Several Chaos Warriors are taking the lead in attacking the fortress. They
We were not found."
The scout recounted exactly what he had just seen.
Bogul pondered for a while, and then he pulled out his sharp ax, his eyes shining with golden light of excitement.
"Brothers, we have a fight."
"Fuck it, let's go!"
He could hardly suppress the ecstasy in his heart, but his violent behavior was stopped by the captain of the Kislev guard on the side...
"Borgul!"
The captain shouted loudly and grabbed the dwarf forcefully.
"What are you doing?!"
Bogul could no longer hold back the fanaticism in his heart. As soon as he turned around, he gave the captain a bad look and shouted impatiently.
"What do you want to do?"
The captain asked loudly.
"Are you blind? I'm going to fuck those Yankees!"
Bogul looked irritated and shouted impatiently.
"Have you forgotten the purpose of our trip? We are looking for the Cathay Dynasty in the East, not for you to cause trouble on the road!"
The captain of the guard spoke righteously.
However, the butcher, who was already emotional, ignored the advice of his human partner and pushed him away.
"Fuck the Cathay Dynasty, wait until I kill these Yankees, and then I will come back to discuss the real purpose of this trip to the East with you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bogul was about to stand up. Unexpectedly, the captain of the guard reached out again and grabbed the butcher's fat shoulders.
"No! You can't go!"
"go away!"
"Someone, tie up this grandson!"
Bogul, who was extremely impatient, yelled, and the two butcher associates did not stop. They forced the captain of the guard down, pulled out the straw rope, tied his hands and feet, and then pulled a rag from his body.
, stuffed into the captain's mouth.
Then, the captain of the guard walked away while struggling with his voice.
Heavy rain poured down in the ghost forest. When the looters swung their battering rams to attack the gate of the ogre fortress, they suddenly heard a loud killing cry behind them.
I saw a group of madmen without armor and armed with axes suddenly pouring out of the depths of the forest that had been soaked by heavy rain. They chopped down everyone they saw.
And their number...ten...fifteen...no more than twenty-five...but they are a group of lunatics...
The looters turned their heads one after another, and even the Chaos Warriors who commanded the siege also turned around and looked at this sudden scene.
Where did these dwarf butchers come from? Everyone was confused. Even the ogres on the fortress were confused.
Do they have reinforcements? It seems not... So where did these dwarves come from?
While everyone was watching this scene in confusion, the butcher group headed by Bogul had already cut a hole in the predator army.
Hoo…ho…ho…
Beast-like roars came from the dwarves' mouths, and all the butchers were like bloodthirsty beasts, pounced on the unprepared predators.
Bogul took the lead, making a big leap towards the place where the crowd of looters was the densest, and rushed away.
The huge impact of the butcher's landing instantly knocked the surrounding predators to the ground. When he got up, two axes had already chopped off their heads one after another.
Blood splashed in front of Bogul's eyes. His left ax struck a marauder in the chest, and his right ax slashed down angrily, cutting the sole of another marauder soldier's foot into two pieces. As the other marauder screamed,
The butcher stepped on the chest of the dead plunderer and pulled out the bloody battle ax.
He barely dodges and rushes all the way. Another predator is about to raise his ax to fight back, but the dwarf is faster and cuts off his arm directly before the predator takes action.
The splattered blood sprinkled on Bogul's face. It was a long-lost smell, warm and bloody, which lifted the dwarf's spirit.
He turned around again and struck another predator in the waist with the axe. The panicked penetration instantly cut the unarmored predator across the waist. The predator, who was twice as tall as the dwarf butcher, turned directly into Bogul in front of him.
It fell into two parts, and the half of the body that fell to the ground was still crawling in pain on the muddy ground.
The dwarf butchers behind them almost all acted in the same way. The long-standing boredom finally broke out at this moment. As a butcher, not being able to die in battle was simply worse than death. No, it should be said that death was their only pursuit.
Bathed in blood, Bogul screamed wildly until he encountered a heavily armored Chaos Warrior.
However, even the Chaos Warriors armed to the teeth cannot stop the Butcher's fanaticism.
On the contrary, the more powerful the enemy, the more it arouses the desire of these dwarves to fight.
No matter whether the opponent is wearing heavy armor, light armor, or no armor, Bogul still "takes off"...
Two sharp axes fell from the sky and struck directly at the head of the Chaos Warrior...