The fate of the old world has always been unresolved, but the fate of the dwarves has changed.
Since the End of Time, all the dwarf castles in the Rooftop Mountains of the World have been attacked to varying degrees. The Skaven know the weaknesses of the dwarves very well. Butcher's Keep, Eight Peaks Mountain, Haimen Pass, and Torrent Pass are the key cities for siege.
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In the far north, the dwarves still hold on to Karak Kaderin. The stone hall of this city is surrounded by traces of the fierce battle - cannonballs and bullets are deeply embedded in the ruins of the walls, and the floors are stained.
It's coagulated blood and broken bones.
Nestled in a valley and rising from it is the dwarf fortress: Kharak Kaderin, also known as Butcher's Keep.
In the prosperous days of the past, caravans from the empire gathered here, which became a major problem for the trade between the empire and the dwarves. However, times have changed, and now there are only uninvited invading armies, wandering monsters and wild beasts here.
To the Skaven, this place is fearfully called: Death Peak, because more than one army of Skaven tasted the bitter pill of defeat here.
The Butcher King Agrim-Ironfist has made final preparations. During the siege of the city, Agrim-Ironfist personally led the dwarf butcher army to fight out of the underground secret passages of the city again and again, destroying Skaven.
Skaven siege engines.
But the number of Skaven is almost endless. The Butcher King Agrim-Ironfist continues to inspire his people, making them believe that reinforcements are on the way.
According to the instructions, Butcher's Castle had prepared a huge amount of reserve materials early on, so that the entire city was able to persevere.
Even so, after the long siege, Butcher's Castle waited until the coalition forces composed of troops from Bafeng Mountain, Haimen Pass, Tiefeng Castle, and the Badland Three Guards successfully relieved the siege. The Bafeng Mountain army led by Belega personally
Appeared from behind and attacked the Skaven and released a flare. Upon seeing this, the Butcher King immediately attacked and defeated the Skaven with cheese sandwiched between two sides.
In desperation, the Skaven sent out the most powerful Wheel of Woe troops. These powerful war machines proved to be a weapon against the dwarves - their powerful mobility and armor-breaking performance could cause devastating blows to the dwarves.
It is not afraid of falling into the dwarf's shield wall, and can effectively avoid the dwarf's artillery.
The Wheel of Disaster has accomplished its mission very well in many previous battles, forcing the Butcher King Agrim-Ironfist to retreat. The dwarves really have no good way to deal with the Skryre family's weapon.
But this time Leman Russ is here. The Wolf King can't do anything else. He can't fight against such a high-speed moving thing. The Skaven have dispatched three Pit Abominations for this, but they can't stop Leman Russ.
Destroying the important place of the war machine, it seemed that he was planning to wash away the previous shame. Leman Russ tore off two Pit Abominations in a rage, and the remaining one was blown up by Belegar and his men. With no choice, the Skryre family ordered a retreat.
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The siege of Butcher's Castle was finally broken. Regardless of the fact that the dwarves also suffered heavy losses, Bayernov-Dragonhammer died in the battle outside Haimen Pass, and his son Bagenov succeeded him as king of Haimen Pass.
"Unexpectedly, we have always helped you. This time, it was you, Belega, who came to save us." The Butcher King Agrim-Ironfist held a grand banquet to celebrate the victory in the defense of Butcher Castle. Kaderin finally
It was defended.
"Oh, Feng Shui takes turns to pretend~" Belega held his belly proudly. The King of Eight Peaks felt great now. He pretended to be noble: "The dwarves are all one family, no distinction between each other, Agri
Mum, you helped me before, now it’s my turn to help you~”
"Hey, in the name of Granny, when I helped you, I didn't expect you to help me one day. After all, no one thought you could take back the Eight Peaks Mountain..." Agrim Iron Fist really wanted to give Baelor
Adding an iron fist to this stinky, smug face, he opened his mouth for a long time, and finally said: "Anyway, thank you... thank you."
"Then our previous grudges will be wiped out! Including your assistance to me?" Belega clapped his hands: "I already knew that you were besieged for a year and lacked fresh food. This time I brought five hundred goats.
, two thousand barrels of beer, enough for everyone to enjoy."
"We'll talk about the enjoyment later." Agrim-Ironfist put the wooden stick with the roasted leg of lamb on it into the fireplace: "We must join forces to support Riptide Pass and Eternal Peak."
"There should be no problem at Eternal Peak. Doesn't Thorgrin claim to be able to solve the problem on his own? We'd better support Riptide Pass first." Belega said casually, the oil from the grilled lamb chops dripping on his white beard: "Oh, yes.
Let me introduce this warrior to you, he is..."
"He is Ryan's biological brother, Leman Russ." Agrim-Ironfist waved his hand: "We have met before."
"Yes, we have met." Leman Russ met the Butcher King during the Mortkin invasion: "You are a man."
"And you are a bitch, a loyal bitch." Agrim smiled: "Didn't you say you wanted to go on an expedition to the Far East?"
Russ immediately and subconsciously wanted to get angry. What the hell? I'm a wolf in Fenris!
But thinking about it, for dwarves, dogs are compliments. Russ endured it. He growled a few times. Seeing this, Belegar quickly stuffed a leg of lamb into his mouth: "He encountered something in the Far East.
A little trouble."
"What little trouble?" The Butcher King was quite interested in this. He knew that Ruth's strength meant that anything he could call trouble must not be a simple thing.
"Grimgor-Ironhide." At the mention of this name, the atmosphere among the dwarves in the hall of Butcher's Keep suddenly turned cold.
"Grimgor-Ironhide is indeed a huge threat, but we don't need to consider it now. It is like the sand in the ocean at the end of the horizon. We don't know how far away." Dwarf Rune Master Thorik
-Tiemei said, he was obviously very stubborn: "Eternal Peak must be rescued. The dwarves will never be able to bear the bad news of the fall of Eternal Peak! This will lead to the destruction of the dwarves!"
"But the technology of Torrent Pass is also necessary." Belega still had some objections to Thorgreen. The King of the Eight Peaks wiped his mouth: "The Eternal Peak is so strong that it cannot fall easily."
"The same goes for Riptide Pass, and it is said that Riptide Pass is supported by an undead army." The Butcher King insisted.
Several kings voted and finally decided to go to support the Eternal Peak. Seeing this, Belegar had no choice but to agree.
"Where is your son?" Butcher King Agrim noticed that Belegar did not bring his son with him.
"Thorgrim is serving with Brother Lane." Belegar said casually.
You are really relieved to put your only child and heir in the service of humans! Agrim Iron Fist thought to himself that this was a life-and-death friendship. He thought about it and motioned for his son to step forward: "
Galarim! Come and meet your Uncle Belegar and Grandpa Thorik!"
A dwarf boy with an orange mohawk with sky-high hair, N gold rings pierced on his body, and only wearing a vibranium rune belt and large pants came up and saluted Belegar and Thorik.
Is there something wrong with Agrim's mind? Belegar couldn't help but frowned when he saw Agrim's only son. It only took one glance to tell that Galarim-Iron Fist had not only released
He took the butcher's oath and completed the tonsure and butcher's oath.
He trained with his husband and wore a lot of rings on his body. Belegar couldn't help but shake his head when he thought of this. He glanced at Galarim Ironfist's belt. Now it was over. Both father and son had sworn the butcher's oath. Then
If one operation is not done well, the Butcher King family will be extinct.
"From today onwards, you will obey the orders of King Belegar. Before you learn how to be a glorious butcher, you must first learn how to be a king." Agrim Ironfist said in a deep voice to his only son:
"Don't you particularly like the story of King Belegar regaining the Eight Peaks Mountain, and working with the Brittanian knights to defeat the headhunter Quark and the Eight Peaks War General Skani? Erase all the most important chapters in the Big Book of Hatred.
A feat?"
"But..." Galarim Ironfist is still obsessed with seeking a glorious death, but he is indeed yearning for Belegar's feats.
"No need to, from today on, you will obey the orders of King Belegar. Before you learn how to become a qualified king, I will not allow you to be a butcher anymore. Do you understand?" Agrim-Ironfist roared.
road.
"I know..." The scale in the mind of the Butcher King's only son swayed back and forth, and finally he reluctantly compromised.
"Okay! Form the army, we will prepare to set off immediately and go south to support Eternal Peak!"
"For Gruni, for Grimnir, for Varaya!"
"Dwarf, move forward!"
Ten days later, the Roof of the World Mountains, the Silver Road, the Eternal Peak, the Infinite Mountain, and Karaz-a-Karak.
The gate to the dwarf capital is slowly opening. High King Thorgreen personally leads the dwarves into battle. The High King rarely exercised his privileges as the High King. At the meeting, he rejected the offer of the vast majority of people who were waiting for help.
Recommend and urge to go to war.
The strange light of the dimensional stone extends from the ground to the sky, and an apocalyptic scene can be seen from the lookout hole carved out of the fortress on the mountain.
The black-green arc fired by the advancing war machine streaked across the battlefield, and the explosion shook the entire Silver Pass. The flash of flames ejected forward illuminated the hazy battlefield, and the battle lines approached each other until they met. With a sudden hoarse war cry,
Echoing among the mountain peaks, the soldiers in the first row killed each other, and the canyon was immediately surrounded by the sound of metal collision.
When the gate opened, the first thing the dwarves saw was the swarm of rats that filled the entire Silver Pass. Many of them regretted that they were too fast.
In an instant, they were certain that their ruthless king would lead them to destruction. These dwarves were not butchers seeking death on the battlefield to repent of their sins, but simply warriors and craftsmen guarding their homes.
Ten thousand people, this is the last force that can fight in Eternal Peak.
They knew how invincible their walls were, how strong their defenses were. Now they were leaving those defenses aside, and were out in the open with the boiling rat front. In front of them, stretched as far as the eye could see.
Endless rat warriors and their war beasts at the end.
But they are dwarves after all - dwarves who are calm in both action and war. They were not shaken by this seemingly impossible behavior, they just raised their shields higher and held their axes more firmly.
Just because they are dwarves, even if they are destined to die here, the dwarves will fight to the last man.
This time, there is really no way out. This time, the Eternal Peak is really behind us.
High King Thorgrin looked at this scene with both pride and tragedy. From the moment he opened the gate of Eternal Peak, Thorgrin kept reciting the contents of the "Book of Great Hatred" loudly, every line, every line, every scene.
Mu Mu's hatred makes the morale of the dwarves continue to rise, and the eyes of all dwarves are red. Hatred, hatred, maintains the inheritance power of the dwarves!
The treasure house of Eternal Peak has been completely opened, and every piece of rune weaponry and equipment has been decentralized. The battle axes and hammers forged by the ancient rune blacksmith masters have been respectfully taken out from the Hall of Glory. The skills of making these weapons have been
Lost, and no one can now master the hammering skills that bind such powerful magic. These weapons do not need to be cleaned, polished or polished, because the runes on them keep them as clean and sharp as new.
Whole regiments of clan warriors and bearded warriors are armed with weapons once wielded by ancient heroes. Not since the War of Vengeance, the golden age of the dwarves, have so many dwarves marched into battle armed with such powerful rune axes and hammers.
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Will this be the last battle of the dwarves? Thorgrin - The Grudged One was once extremely sure that his surprise attack worked. Now the elite dwarves who rushed out of the Eternal Peak are harvesting crazily on the battlefield, while the Skaven are like weeds.
Death, but all this is not enough. At least if he wants to completely defeat the Skaven, Thorgrin knows that he and his army will have to go through a long battle.
The two sides had just fought for a few hours when signal flares rose from the north. With the loud sound of horns, the dwarf troops from the north joined the battlefield, led by a large convoy of mules and horses. The leader was Belegar, the king of the Eight Peaks Mountain.
And Agrim the Butcher King!
The dwarves of Eternal Peak suddenly burst into cheers. They thanked Granny and Valaya, and Thorgreen finally had a smile on his face. The High King immediately ordered the entire army to attack, with only one target, that is
The head of the Skaven leader!
Responsible for the Eternal Peak strategy, the general manager of the marching road in the Rooftop Mountains of the Skaven World is Gnodor, the leader of the Moss clan. At this time, with the blessing of the Great Horned Rat, Gnodor is already a demigod.
, but it feels a little bad at this time, Eternal Peak Dwarf
Suddenly, Gnodor would open the gate and attack with all the army, and equip all the rune weapons in the treasure house in an attempt to fight to the death. This was something Gnodor never thought of. This led to the formation of more than thirty slave rats and clan rat legions at the front.
was defeated instantly.
At this time, large groups of dwarf troops suddenly appeared behind us. Aren't we being attacked from both sides?
Gnodor is in a dilemma. It cannot retreat at this time. If it dares to retreat, the Horned Rat and the Council of Thirteen will tear it apart. The fate waiting for him will be extremely miserable. But if it fights to the death at this time, then it will indeed
I don’t have the confidence to fight against the flanking attack of the two dwarf armies at the front and rear. It is really possible that I will explain it here today.
what to do?
Before Gnodor had time to think too much, there was an explosion from the Moss Clan Guards. A man wearing a giant wolf head cloak, shaped like a giant, holding a giant frost blade and a golden spear.
A powerful enemy is coming, and the Storm Rats cannot stop this thug.
Gnodor took out his dimensional stone halberd and was about to deal with this powerful enemy first when it suddenly heard the oracle of the Horned Rat God. The Horned Rat God's voice was exhausted and weak: "My faithful heir,
The time has come for you to sacrifice everything for the Horned Rat God!"
"?" Before Gnodor had time to answer, a super strong suction force from the subspace instantly took away the demigod power in its body. This suction force not only took away all the blessing power of the horned rat,
He even smoked all the rats of the Moss clan clan leader into rat-dry!
It turns out that after the ultimate battle between the snake and the rat, the horned rat was swallowed, but not completely. In desperation, the horned rat god gave up 99% of his power and sent his original god out.
After finally returning to the subspace and his own domain, the Horned Rat only has 1% of its peak power. Let alone interfere in the mortal world, the Horned Rat God cannot even suppress the Disaster Lord under his command. This extremely despicable
At this time, the Death God remembered that he once distributed 20% of his power to all the members of the Council of Thirteen, making them all demigods.
Very good, what's yours is mine, and what's mine is naturally still mine!
You losers! Give me back what belongs to me!
The Horned Rat didn't care about anything. He immediately activated the contract and withdrew all the power given to the Council of Thirteen!
At the same time, every living member of the Council of Thirteen, all of whom were promoted to demigods, was like Gnodor, whose power was instantly drained, and their souls and all life energy were drained away by the Horned Rat.
It was gone, and only the dead rats were left in the place.
Seeing Gnodor who suddenly died and turned into a rat, Russ was stunned.
Why did you fall down before I even tried my best?
"What's going on with this rat?" At this time, Agrim, who was the incarnation of the wind of fire, also came over to kill him. He saw Russ staring blankly at the rat on the ground and thought to himself that brother Ryan is so strong.
It didn't take long for Gnodor to be solved: "Well done, as expected of you, well done!"
"No, it's like this before I even do anything." Ruth was still thinking about what happened.
"Oh haha, doesn't this show that your marksmanship is accurate?" In that unnatural dusk, the Butcher King shone like a beacon. Flames surrounded his shining breastplate, and his war cry was like a fire storm. As he followed,
Every time it is swung, Dago's Ax will draw a burning trail.
No matter whether the Skaven are fighting or standing still, or running like wolves and rats, swarming away, they will all die without distinction. In Agrim's fiery fury, the Skaven have only one way to die: "Why are you still standing still?"
, kill the mice!”
"Oh...oh!" Ruth came back to his senses.
The battle lasted for three days and three nights. In the end, the Skaven were defeated. Hundreds of thousands died. The blood of the Skaven dyed the entire Silver Road red. The siege of Eternal Peak was solved.
Several dwarf armies joined together and obtained a total of about 20,000 people. High King Thorgrin immediately made the decision to personally lead the dwarf army to support the empire.
In this way, the dwarf army of about 16,000 people, led by the High King, advanced westward.