Passing through the still burning streets, Geert and Grundy arrived at the foot of Duncan Hof Castle.
Looking up, the castle is like a dark giant, standing firm in a red light. The raging flames ignited in the city have no impact on it. The black boulder wall protects an undead tower and surrounds the castle's moat.
There is still endless blood flowing.
Galt looked around and found that more and more Ice and Snow Alliance soldiers were approaching the castle. Obviously, the battle in the outer city had gradually come to an end, and the sporadic resistance of the undead was only delaying the pace and speed of the Ice and Snow Alliance's advance into the inner city.
The remaining undead army continued to retreat into the castle along the drawbridge outside the castle.
Obviously, the vampire still wants to retain some vitality.
A group of church fanatics rushed past Gelt and Grondy, grabbing the lone undead soldiers and massacring them. Even if they were unconscious, the zombies that were wandering around could not avoid being killed by these fanatical Sigma believers.
A burst of slaughter.
Armed with simple stone hammers, chains, spears and other weapons, they rushed all the way to the castle gate.
However, the defenders here are extremely fierce.
Two barren grave guards stood on both sides of the gate, blocking the unarmored infantry from the Ice and Snow Alliance who were charging at the front. What was even more terrifying was the huge black shadow behind the suspension bridge.
When the dull roar came from behind the undead corpse tide, Galt couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. It was the nightmare of the ice and snow army. In the siege battle of the past few days, this giant beast defeated many ice and snow coalition forces.
The soldier was reduced to a pulp and became the lingering nightmare of the Ice and Snow Legion. But now, it appears on the battlefield again.
The Ghoul King stood on all fours, roaring and rushing out from behind the undead zombies.
As soon as this terrifying behemoth appeared on the battlefield, the coalition's offensive weakened significantly. Many soldiers on the front line began to stop and hesitate whether to continue to pursue the defeated army of the undead.
However, those fanatical believers don't care.
Galt felt his head buzzing as he saw these madmen shouting and charging towards the roaring beast regardless.
The Ghoul King raised his terrifying giant hand as thick as a tree trunk, and once again set off waves of hurricanes in the crowd.
Fanatic believers are like wheat in the autumn harvest, being harvested continuously by the Ghoul King.
Blood and flesh sprayed in the air, and the remaining limbs and broken arms were trampled into mud under the feet of the giant beast.
Amidst bursts of wailing, the last fanatic was caught in mid-air by the ferocious Ghoul King and torn into two halves.
Then, under everyone's horrified eyes, the giant beast let out a frightening roar.
"We have to stop it!"
Galt said eagerly that he saw more and more undead escaping into the inner city under the cover of this giant beast.
If the siege of Duncanhof Castle fails, all previous efforts will be in vain. Once the coalition forces of Kislev and the Church of Sigmar withdraw from Duncanhof, the vampires who have gained a breather will resurrect all the soldiers who died in the war. At that time, the vampire undead will
The strength may be even stronger than it is now.
"Stop it? Didn't you see the scene just now? Everyone who rushed forward died like a human being."
Grondy stood aside, muttering.
"Is this why you didn't rush forward?"
Galt looked at the dwarf next to him with a look of disgust. Suddenly, he thought of those dwarf butchers. They were brave and fearless. The more powerful the opponent, the more they stimulated their desire to fight. A behemoth like the Ghoul King, if it were a dwarf
When the butchers saw it, they must have become energetic and rushed to fight. There is one in Kislev. Unfortunately, the legendary dwarf butcher has already traveled to the east. I don't know when the next news will be heard.
"You go ahead, you go ahead, weren't you awesome just now?"
Grundy rebelled and taunted.
"If I had your armor and shield, I would have put it on long ago."
Galt shot back.
"I can take it off for you. I'll take it off for you now."
The dwarf raised his head and muttered that he was going to lend the mage his armor.
"Your clothes are so small, I can't fit them in."
Galt continued to taunt——
"If you forget, you are too timid."
"you!"
Grondy's face turned black and he frowned angrily.
"I think we still have to wait for those knights to come and help. Isn't there a Holy Grail Knight in Bretonnia? I think he can."
Galt said lightly and turned back to look for it.
Behind him, there was the sound of a dwarf hitting his shield with an axe.
"Mage, listen, the dwarves will never retreat! There is no need to wait for those useless knights."
After Iron Breaker said that, he was about to rush forward alone.
But he was stopped in time by the alchemist.
"What?"
The dwarf turned his head and asked with an unhappy expression.
"You need my strength."
Galt said, stroking the heavy armor on the dwarf's body with his hand.
I saw a layer of golden metallic oil film spreading to the armor all over the dwarf at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Under the firelight, the Iron Breaker looked like a golden fighter at this moment, reflecting the orange flame light.
"You tricked me into going to war again! Geert!"
The dwarf has already reacted, but he can no longer regret what he said, so he can only bite the bullet and go ahead.
"Don't expect me to kill this guy, it looks tough!"
Grondy whispered.
"You don't need to kill it, someone will kill it for you. You just have to hold on until those people arrive."
Geert smiled and patted the dwarf on the back to "encourage" him.
“He’s really a professional at cheating on his teammates!”
Grondy cursed and rushed towards the Ghoul King with heavy steps.
Galt turned his head and looked deep into the alley, where increasingly dense gunfire was ringing out.
"Hey! Big guy!"
"Silly big guy!"
"look here!"
"Your grandpa is here!"
"Come on, you stupid pig!"
Grondy buried his head under his heavy helmet and trotted, cursing loudly.
The dwarf's taunt quickly attracted the Ghoul King's attention.
The monster turned around and stared at the little man in front of it with a pair of blood-red eyeballs. It looked like a heavy iron block, and its whole body was covered with thick steel plates.
However, this did not stop the Ghoul King from attacking. It tore through countless dwarves. No matter how thick the armor was, it was like paper under its sharp claws. What's more, this dwarf came up alone, which was no different than sending himself to death.
After just one glance, the Ghoul King roared and rushed forward.
"Damn it! Pretend I didn't say it!"
Grondi cursed in a low voice, then held the big shield tightly to his chest, tilted his body forward slightly, and buried his head behind the big shield, making an absolute defensive posture.
Coupled with this hard mithril armor, it is enough to withstand any cavalry charge.
However, in front of me is the Ghoul King...
Only a loud "bang" sound was heard, and the powerful impact instantly knocked Grundy straight away...