Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Carl, whose Dragonfang Sword was covered with greenskin blood, gasped and retreated from the front line under the cover of Rick's Guards.

He is an excellent warrior, and after picking up Ghal Maraz, he is confident that he can fight any opponent, but the prerequisite for this is to pick up the artifact that symbolizes the orthodoxy of the empire.

But even the Emperor could not use Gail Maraz as a personal weapon. Only in a war that determined the future fate of the empire, with the approval of the High Priest and the prayers of the Holy Hammer Hall to Sigmar, could Gail Maraz be taken away.

Even without Gail Maraz, Carl is still an excellent warrior, but being excellent alone is not enough to match those unreasonable monsters...

Killing a black orc leader took Carl a lot of time and energy. These greenskins, who appeared in the mountains on the edge of the southern world a hundred years ago, were much stronger and larger than their peers.

The Dwarves' strong control over the Badlands meant that the Empire had almost no contact with this new breed of greenskins. Now, after a battle, Carl thought that it might be a miracle that the Battle of Eight Peaks could be won.

Just from the war reports revealed to the Empire, it was said that the Battle of Eight Peaks gathered a million greenskins, including warlord monsters that were more terrifying than ogres...

While he was daydreaming, Rick's guard, who was in charge of communication and command, had already come to the emperor with a serious face.

Karl wiped the blood off his face and asked, "Ludwig's situation and the troops sent into the canyon."

These two points were what the emperor was most concerned about. The empire advanced in two lines, covering the dwarves as they gradually occupied the canyon on the left and right sides. The emperor himself led the troops on the left side, and although they suffered some casualties during the charge, the treatment was acceptable.

Rick's guardsman's expression was as serious as ever, and his heavy tone fully demonstrated that the situation was not optimistic: "Ludwig was attacked by the main force of the greenskins. Although the big-bellied King Gollum was stopped by the War Lord and the Butcher King of the Elf, the War Pigs still broke through the front line.

The troop transport situation is very bad. The High King requested that the dwarves injured in the bombardment be sent out of the battlefield first, but Lord Elspeth refused... The wounded on the right wing also need to be transferred. There is no place in the canyon to protect them."

"Sigma's hammer, damn it." Karl cursed. The poor quality of the right wing meant that troops needed to be sent to Ludwig first, but the wounded could not be left alone.

The ratio of losses to transportation must be greater than the speed of the greenskins' counterattack. If the artillery is unable to enter the field for a long time, and the other side realizes that the coalition forces can no longer advance, once the infantry approaches, they will be counterattacked back out of the canyon.

Carl didn't want to fight a protracted war in the Grey Mountains. The continuous mobilization of troops had already consumed a lot of funds that were originally used to build railways. If the stalemate with the greenskins continued, it would become a bottomless pit that consumed the finances.

He thought about it for a while, and now his choices were to continue forward, or to shrink the front line and advance slowly in line with the dwarves' pace.

"Tighten the front line, send troops to Ludwig first, pay attention to the mountains on the flanks, and avoid being attacked by the sudden appearance of greenskins!"

Carl made a conservative choice, which, while not wrong in Imrick's opinion, was by no means correct.

The Phoenix King laughed and looked at Kurt's pale face, feeling a sense of pleasure.

Obviously, Gollum has a think tank behind him giving advice, otherwise, with the greenskins' tactical level, they would not have deployed all their main forces in the early stage to the weakest right wing.

No matter how good Ludwig is at fighting, he is just a mortal... Although he may have killed Valkia by chance, how can he resist the greenskins who can break Acha's third eye? This strange conversion relationship made Imrick laugh at himself: "It seems that Marshal Kurt, you trust your colleague Ludwig too much... Now the most troublesome Big Belly King has been held back by Eltharion, but he still can't resist the charge of the greenskins. Does this mean that military command ability is more important than personal strength?"

"I don't like the elves' metaphor-filled jokes, never." Kurt suppressed his anger. What could be more annoying than receiving bad news on one hand and listening to the elves' ridicule on the other?

He looked at the sand table that moved with the battle situation, bit his lips hard, and kept comforting himself in his heart.

Karl must be able to judge the situation accurately. Now we must send the dwarves to support Ludwig, send artillery into the center line immediately, and tighten the position to provide time for the deployment of long-range firepower!
Imrik's smile never stopped, he didn't like being a bystander. Although this had nothing to do with him, the joint exclusion of humans and dwarves still made the elves a little unhappy, thinking that the Russians were more sensible than you.

"Soon, mixed legions of green-skinned infantry monsters will attack from all directions. They are far more...weird and powerful than we imagined."

The Phoenix King turned his head, looked at North and said, "Order Eltharion to find a chance to evacuate the battlefield. The Flameborn Knights can't easily cross the greenskins' encirclement to successfully rescue. He certainly doesn't want me to be there in person."

"Yes, but... Lord Creon just reported that Eltharion emphasized that he was the Prince of Ivryss, not just a war lord. Is this related to his duel with the Big Belly King?"

Well, the little gadget I gave you before has now become a bad thing.

The Phoenix King sighed. Once Ivresse was involved, Eltharion would never be as calm and indifferent as he appeared. Deep in his heart, he was still a fanatical guardian of the ancient city. Any existence that threatened his home would be ruthlessly wiped out.

"Then let him fight with the Big Belly King Gollum."

After a pause, as time went by, the changes on the chessboard became more and more chaotic. The chess pieces symbolizing the empire were piled up chaotically on the left side of the sandbox, while on the other side were orderly green-skinned infantry, cavalry, monsters and artillery.

The Phoenix King's inference was very accurate. The meat-mincing battle officially began after the infantry entered the battlefield. The next specific step would only be to wait until one side could no longer hold on, or until the weather changed...

The evil moon Mosrib has arrived. After a busy day of fighting, this evil planet that symbolizes the will of the dark gods seems to be very interested in the chaos here.

Green light seeped into the Phoenix King's shoulders, making a sizzling sound, as if a basin of cold water was poured on a red-hot steel plate.

This caught Kurt's attention, but the Marshal was still concentrating on looking at the sand table, hoping to find a way to win quickly in the chaos, but after thinking it over, the only possibility was a meat grinder battle.

Relying on the courage to not fear death, he consumed the morale of the greenskins, and finally allowed the most elite soldiers to enter the battlefield...

He looked at the large number of artillery chess pieces placed outside the canyon, and couldn't help feeling a little angry.

Damn the artillery, I should have formed a reinforced artillery regiment that could quickly move and deploy positions, instead of relying on manpower to push and pull! (End of this chapter)