Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"The first step is for the greenskins to bombard the dwarf positions and create a gap. This is a good judgment."

Imrick nodded in praise. This result was not difficult to predict. The greenskins had only two choices: block the entrance to the canyon, or rely on the terrain advantage to continuously deplete the number of coalition forces.

Kurt looked a little embarrassed, maybe he felt refreshed after getting a point, but it was not a good thing for the situation.

The two were waiting for news from the front line. If they wanted to judge the greenskins' next move, they must first know the decision of Carl and Thorgrin.

In order to take into account the timeliness of this game, several giant eagles stood on the mountain peaks, performing the duties of Asuryan's followers.

As Gross listened to the cry of the eagle on his shoulder with a strange look on his face, he pushed the two griffin flags representing Rick Territory toward the inside of the canyon. Kurt's expression became more and more unbearable, and Imrick's laughter fully proved that the parties involved had a different mentality from those who were watching the show.

The Phoenix King rubbed the gravel and commented on this action without any concealment.

"It seems that Carl is very confident in the dwarves. He chose to continue to go deep instead of providing cover for the dwarves immediately, helping Thorgrin to advance... Next, Kurt, you still have two chances."

Kurt was silent for a while and placed a war pig chess piece on the sand table: "Next, the green cavalry will pass through this gap and attack the two wings of the empire, and then..."

"That's not against the rules, Kurt."

Following Imrick's reminder, Kurt put down the hand that was holding the goblin chess piece. The battle situation was still within the controllable range. I am more familiar with the situation in the old world than the Phoenix King, and I can definitely predict the correct result.

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Thorgrim frowned. The greenskins' continuous artillery fire at the dwarves did cause some trouble.

But this trouble is not fatal. The meteorite plate armor is enough to offset most of the impact force, and the rune shield of the Eternal Guard can easily withstand the bombardment.

The dwarf militia, which was just conscripted, had no experience in dealing with artillery bombardment in the open battlefield and were somewhat panicked at first.

The only disgusting thing was that the greenskins threw a large number of poisonous mushroom bombs, which seriously affected their mobility.

The bombardment lasted for a long time, and a large number of stones, siege crossbows, javelins... had almost no effect under Tiemei's iron guardian rune.

The only thing that is difficult to deal with by rune magic is poison.

“How many people were injured?”

Brockson looked a little funny in a gas mask. He was not old-fashioned. He must have been extremely well prepared for the battlefield. This fully demonstrated the rigor of engineers and they would not trust anything except machines.

"One hundred and twenty-three people were injured and were corroded by the mushroom toxin. I have notified the people of the Empire to send them out of the canyon."

Thorgrin nodded to indicate that he understood. Even though he knew that such rescue would slow down the flow of troops, he still made this choice.

The lives of dwarves are precious, and if Karl Franz cannot understand this, he is not a qualified emperor.

"Letting Algrim fool the wounded butcher away, I cannot tolerate the dwarf seeking an honorable death, which is a disrespect to Grimnir's fighting with all his might."

Thorgrin made up any excuse to dismiss those complaining little mustaches. He respected the butcher's existence, but that didn't mean he liked him.

If possible, he would rather these little mustache men who lacked combat talent and completed the butcher's oath when hunting their first target stayed in the mines and workshops and made contributions to the race.

Thinking about how long the greenskins can continue the bombing, Thorgrin doesn't want humans to be the first to step into the gate of Karak Dreadnought.

At this moment, a rapid horn sounded from the front, the unique roar of the wild boar, and the roar of the green-skinned spiked roller chariot all made the High King's face change.

Brockson sipped his saliva under his gas mask in disdain: "Morkin's Wrench, I thought these greenskins had some tactical sense, but it turns out they are counting on artillery bombardment to throw the dwarves into chaos, and then rely on cavalry raids, right?"

This fits the dwarves' impression of the greenskins. These guys will first look for guys who can fight. In their eyes, iron piles are much more powerful than bean sprouts. Without the High King's order, the Eternal Guards, who have been bombarded for a long time, have stood firm and raised their shields to meet the greenskins' attack.

Behind the solid rune shield are hundreds of hatred-reckoning hammers and the butcher's rage-carrying axes.

With the help of the enchanted glasses, Brockson saw the greenskins in the distance, especially the oversized goblin standing on the giant chariot pulled by four wargs.

Apart from the goblin's unique big nose, which makes the Big Belly King somewhat recognizable, Brockson almost mistook him for a green-skinned ogre at first glance.

"Your Majesty, the Big Belly King Gollum has appeared."

"Very good..." Thorgrim clenched the Axe of Grimnir. He was no different from the former High King in battle, eager to conquer and settle accounts. The death of a greenskin warlord was a symbol of the High King's power.

The greenskins came quickly and the dwarves stood very firmly. Imrick had proposed in advance that the cavalry should charge first to open up the situation and thus limit the greenskins' range of movement.

However, this plan was a bit ridiculous. Not to mention that the Grey Mountain horses were difficult to transport, the cavalry that dared to charge against the organized infantry...

Well, the Phoenix King does have the confidence. He owns the most elite cavalry corps among the three elite corps. However, the empire is the main force, so it will naturally not use its precious knights to fill such a meaningless battle line.

This resulted in the coalition forces entering the canyon lacking even mobile forces, except for a light cavalry unit initially responsible for emergency support and reconnaissance.

Thorgrin watched as the big-bellied King Grom turned his chariot and rushed towards the human flank. Apart from the long beards of the dwarves of Karak Dreadnought thrown on the ground in a provocative manner, there were only traces left by the wheels and pig's trotters.

But the dwarves were powerless to do anything about it, and continued to bombard them with heavy artillery fire, forcing the Eternal Guards to grit their teeth and hold on.

Burning with rage, this is the state of Thorgrim... and Agrim.

Thorgrin was able to endure the humiliation and ordered his men to continue moving forward, but when Agrim, who was furious, saw the orange beards in the open space, flames appeared in his eyes.

The Butcher King pushed aside the Kadrin Oath Warriors who were trying to stop him, raised a magic stone he carried with him, and roared at the people on the other end.

"Bokaqili, I know you must be waiting in the rear with Hazerslev. Let it take me to the greenskin position."

Boca Chiri at the other end stretched out his palms to avoid the roar from hurting his ears.

The Flame Knight looked helpless. You are not only seeking death for yourself, but also for me and the dragon. How can you force an airdrop to board a ship under artillery bombardment?

"Agrim, calm down. You alone cannot change the situation. You will only make it more complicated..."

"You owe me your life in Nagarythe!"

The Butcher King's roar proved the bitterness of the Flame Knight. He shook his head, put the magic stone into the dragon saddle, and nodded to the War Lord to express his apology.

The Knight of Caledor valued honor and promise more than life, and since Agrim had made a request, he could not refuse.

Eltharion shook his head slightly, thinking that now was not the best time for the dragon to appear.

The Flame Knights brought only six dragons to the Old World. Apart from the dragons that assisted the Giant Horned Viper in exterminating the ratmen in the Grey Mountains, these were the entire air force of the elves.

"Stormwing and I will send Agrim to the battle where he belongs... Bokaqiri, do not act rashly."

Bokaqili made a gesture of gratitude to the War Lord. Eltharion was proficient in magic, and Stormwing was much faster than the dragon...

Although it was a bit strange for the Elf Commander to be the first to go on the field, and he might be attacked by the Greenskins, the Flame Knight thought that this would not be a big problem. (End of this chapter)