Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Gorrickson, the beastman archer on the left."

The bighorn's brutal charge towards the dwarves was accurately stopped by Victor. The witch hunters and beastmen are old enemies. Their duty since birth has been to deal with the hoofed beasts in the dark forest.

Victor, who knew the beastmen's attack methods, raised his crude halberd and chopped down at the bighorn beast in the decayed and dark atmosphere. His light sword had turned into a black shadow that was imperceptible to the beast and pierced into the bighorn beast's throat.

Without Victor's reminder, Bardin also noticed the beastman archers in duress. These black-haired beasts were timid and cowardly by nature and would hardly engage in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.

However, the continuous and chaotic rain of arrows can create favorable opportunities for the horned beast troops fighting head-on.

The slope was covered with rocks, which made it difficult for Badin to use his crossbow, but the dwarves did not fight only with crossbows.

A trapezoidal grenade filled with a mixture of black powder and asphalt was successfully thrown at the hiding place of the inferior horned beast archers with his amazing arm strength after Badin lit the fuse.

Wailing and fire are always a perfect match, which makes the dwarf very happy and also makes it easier for him to swing his shield to give Sienna the opportunity to cast spells.

"Fire Girl, teach them a lesson. I like watching your performance."

"Thank you, Bardin. I never let my friends down." Sienna held up her staff, her long orange-red hair shining like light, fully demonstrating that the wizard had brought the wind of magic to its peak.

A small pillar of flame rose from the ground, sweeping across like a tornado, turning any weak beasts that tried to get close to attack into fuel for the kitchen.

"Damn it, Sienna! You're burning my asshole!"

Marcus shouted angrily, sparks ignited on the hem of his clothes, but the sword in his hand swung at the same speed without slowing down at all.

As the attacker in the team, Marcus possesses all the qualities that a warrior should have. When Victor accurately assassinates high-threat targets and Bardin shoots from a distance while covering Sienna's spellcasting, only Kruber can stand firm when surrounded by a large group of enemies.

The strong and powerful arms made the sword swing like the wind, and the beastmen without armor were easily broken like straw in the wheat field.

But the trouble with Beastmen lies not only in the stealth of their attacks, but also in their unholy power.

When a horned beast carrying an evil flag stood in the center, the dark breath hit him in the face, and the weak beasts that could have been easily killed by instinct became more resilient with their skin and more tenacious vitality.

Warhorn? That's a bit of a problem.

While Bardeen was throwing the second incendiary bomb, Victor reloaded the ammunition for his two pistols. He was very envious of Elvis's Golden Nightmare and hoped that Juan would get a similar one.

But when he heard the cost, that one bullet was more expensive than a large sum of money, the witch hunter chose two more reliable standard pistols.

The standard indicates a large circulation, easy maintenance, and you won’t feel too bad if you lose it.

The bullet was loaded, but Victor was not in a hurry to shoot. He had underestimated the thugs that Lona had found.

The drunkard Marcus must have experienced extremely brutal battles in Kislev. From his experience in fighting with multiple beastmen and his calmness when his steps crossed, it can be seen that he is very adaptable to fighting one against many.

Bardin fully demonstrated the unity of the dwarves. There were not many Ironbreakers, so he could only make up for each other's shortcomings with his companions.

The battle axe and shield were obviously not as lethal as the violent flames, and Sienna had difficulty finding the energy to deal with the attacks while casting the spell.

As for himself...Victor thought he was impeccable.

As for the elf woman who ran away as soon as the battle started, she was probably eaten by the beastmen. Cowards don't deserve the recognition of the Sons of the Empire.

"I'll go deal with the warhorn. Kruber, stop the beasts that may attack from the west. Gorickson, use explosives to relieve the pressure on Kruber. Don't save supplies. Ferganassas, continue your wonderful performance." "Yes, sir."

"Tough guy, give that beast a taste of blood."

"The Inquisitor is angry. I should start looking forward to it."

The three agreed with Victor's words. At least this witch hunter did not desert the battlefield and let his teammates cover his retreat.

A warrior who leads by example is always respected, especially a witch hunter who has Sigmar's will in his soul.

Victor used the Gauntlets of the Devout to smash the heads of several beasts that blocked his way. He stood on the pile of corpses of the Hoofed Ones, with the light sword in his right hand hanging towards the ground, and the one eye under the tall round hat was full of fanaticism.

An invitation from the witch hunters to the Warhorns, an invitation from the Judgment of Sigmar.

"I fear not your horns, abominable hoofed one. In the name of Sigmar, you shall all die!"

"Human...death...blasphemy." The Warhorn uttered a few words indistinctly, and its huge body, which was three times the weight of Victor, trampled on its dead weak compatriots.

The rusty sword was covered in blood. This warhorn beast must have experienced a massacre but still could not satisfy its desire for killing.

The beastman charged with horns. When he bent his body and bent his legs, he ran faster than a warhorse. His powerful horns charged violently and rushed straight to Victor's face.

Don't meet a Warhorn charge head-on unless you're a Steam Tank, as the saying goes in the Silver Hammer.

Taken the bait...

Kerillian was a little surprised. She didn't expect that the Warhorn would want to fight with the One-Eye instead of standing back and watching the four short-lived ghosts being surrounded and killed by the Warhorn.

As the witch hunter assumed a fighting stance and dodged sideways in the name of Sigmar, three arrows with magical light successfully hit the beast that was sprinting at high speed with a concentrated fire posture.

With fine steel arrows and Asrai's superb skills, it is difficult to find such an excellent archer in the world.

The arrows bypassed the beast's hard horns and successfully hit its relatively fragile skull. Three arrows hitting the brain were enough to stop the warhorn's charge.

"That troublesome elf woman..." Victor cursed with gritted teeth, but he would never miss such a good opportunity.

Before the beasts could react and try to use their bodies to protect the warhorn leader, Victor had already pulled out the pistol that he had just loaded with bullets.

After a few gunshots, the beast closest to the Warhorn was successfully killed. Victor's running speed was no slower than the bullets. When the Warhorn stretched out its hand to pull out the three arrows stuck in its head, he had already raised his light sword and stabbed the beast's throat with its sharp edge.

The beast, with blood oozing from the corner of its mouth, was still not dead. It tightly grasped the light sword that pierced its throat and stared at the Hoofless Man in front of it with hatred and anger.

In just a few seconds, the angry beast will devour the human to the bone.

But Victor was even angrier. When he found that the light sword was held by the warhorn and could not be pulled out, he bent his left hand backwards, and with the power accumulated, he suddenly hit the beastman in the face with his fist that was flashing with the divine mark.

"For Sigmar and the Empire!"

(End of this chapter)