Warhammer in a box

Chapter 311 Retaking Bafeng Mountain

"It's over..."

The cunning Skarsnik's instinct told him that the enemy before him was no longer someone he could fight against.

"Gubala! Quick, run!"

Skarsnik's rule over Evil Moon was not based on his own fighting ability.

Skarsnik turned over and climbed onto Gobala's back. Gobala's brain was obviously not that smart, but after receiving the order from his master, he still fled away as fast as he could.

He even ignored his own clan.

"This creature in this world called a goblin is very similar to a fart demon, but the power it uses is very special."

Vulkan became more and more interested in the orcs of this world.

Seeing Skarsnik running away, how could Vukan let him go?

Going down the cliff, any complex terrain seemed like flat ground. Skarsnik looked back and found that Vukan was approaching him in just a moment.

The orc boys rushed towards Volkan, but before Volkan could even make a move, the orc boys were killed by the huge kinetic energy.

"Gubala! Run! Run faster!!!"

Skarsnik was even more frightened now and kept urging Guobala.

Guobala tried his best, but how could he outrun the Primarch?

A big hand grabbed Skarsnik directly, but at this critical moment, Guobala actually threw Skarsnik out, and he opened his mouth wide to bite Vokhan.

"Ah!", the sharp teeth bit the power armor, Guobala wailed, and all his teeth were broken.

And Wokan mercilessly grabbed the bloody Guobala by the mouth and slammed him to the ground.

Suddenly a deep pit appeared on the ground, and the powerful Guobala could not withstand the blow, and his body was shattered.

"No!!! Guobala!!!"

Seeing his companions being killed, Skarsnik did not run away, but stabbed Wokan directly with the short stick in his hand.

Vulkan's eyes flickered as he looked at this scene that would never appear in 40k. A fart spirit looking at friendship with such rich emotions? Unbelievable.

But his hands did not stop moving. No matter how emotional he was, he was still just an orc.

Dawnbringer swung lightly at Skarsnik, and he met his own death.

A famous goblin warrior has died; the Primarchs were too powerful in the mortal realm.

After defeating the orc warlord, Volkan turned his attention to the Skaven.

In Vulkan's eyes, this was another group of races he had never seen before. However, compared to the endless universe of 40K, there were many more weird guys among the other races that were wiped out by the Empire. It seemed that there was nothing special about the ratmen in the universe except that they reproduced quickly.

Vorkan continued to kill his way into the ruins and ignored the remaining orcs. The huge noise of the battle outside also reached Belegar's ears. The chaotic and panicked voices of the orcs made him think that Gurman and others had arrived.

But he saw the giant Vorkan walking into the ruins.

Vokhan's body size and skin color were far beyond that of an ordinary person. Apart from his human body shape, Belegar found it difficult to associate him with his human ally. He thought this was just another enemy he had never seen before.

Vulkan began to slaughter the most threatening of the ratmen.

If ruins blocked the way, they were demolished; if ratmen blocked the way, they were smashed to pieces. Belegar hurriedly followed but only saw a field of corpses left behind.

"Who the hell is this guy?"

He continued to chase with his guards, but he could not find a single living rat. Even when he ran at full speed, he could not catch up with the speed at which Volkan killed rats. When Belegar followed the sound and came to the rubble again, he saw that Volkan had grabbed Quick's neck and let Quick use the ratman in his hand to chisel his dragon scale armor.

"The individual strength is not bad. It is an interesting race. This body has been deeply corrupted by Chaos, but it has not been assimilated by it. It still has its own will. This is a direction worth studying."

Vulkan looked at the stunned dwarf beside him.

"Are you Belegar?"

"To me, who are you?"

"My name is Vulkan Vulkan, son of the Emperor, and I have come to save you."

“Son of the Emperor, wait!! Are you the child of the God-Emperor as the people of Terra say? Are you also a god?!!!” Belegar exclaimed. If it was true as Vokkan said, then the person standing in front of him wouldn’t be a real god?
"God? No, I am also a human. Hurry up and treat your injured people. The main force should be here soon."

Sure enough, while they were talking, Gulman and Thorgrin came here with a large army from the Eastern Pass, led by the dwarf garrison of the Eastern Pass.

Soldiers filed down from the troop carriers one by one.

"Work in teams to clear out all the orcs and rats!! Go, go, go! For the Emperor!"

There was a burst of gunfire.

Listening to the sounds nearby, Belegar's heart finally settled down. The outcome was decided! Eight Peaks Mountain was back in the hands of the Angrand clan! !
Vokhan did not kill Queek directly, but strangled him. This powerful Skaven ratman is a rare research material. If given to the biological sages, perhaps they can work out some methods to fight against chaos corruption.

Holding Quick in one hand, Vulcan and Belegar, who was covering his wound, walked out of the ruins together.

When Thorgrin saw Belegar, a smile appeared on his face.

Although he had always opposed Belegar's idea of ​​taking back Eight Peaks Mountain because the losses were too great, when Eight Peaks Mountain really returned to the hands of the dwarves, even he could not contain his excitement.

This is of great significance to the entire dwarf race.

"My fellow countrymen, celebrate and cheer! Today, one of the greatest cities of the Dwarves, Eight Peaks Mountain, has returned to the hands of the Dwarves after more than a thousand years. Another hatred has been crossed out in the Book of Hatred!" Thorgrim said loudly.

All the dwarves also fell into revelry.

"High King, we did it!"

"Yes, Belegar, we did it! I have a feeling that the dwarves will revive again in this era!!"

"You two, the battle is not over yet! A considerable number of orcs and rats have escaped into this complex tunnel. It will be a complicated and lengthy process to clear out the underground. Our Terran soldiers still need your dwarven guides to help us accomplish this task."

Gurman interrupted the two men's interest.

"We'll arrange it right away!"

At this time, the complex passages under the Eight Peaks Mountain were too complicated for even the dwarves to fully understand, and large-scale frontal troops could not be deployed underground. The soldiers could only work in small teams to clear out the remaining enemies underground bit by bit.

Belegar also led everyone present into the glorious king's hall again.

"Take people to clean up all traces of orcs and ratmen here. I don't want to see these things defile our ancestors here for even a second."

"Let's do it now!"

They simply found some tables and chairs and everyone sat around them.

Belegar also knew Volkan's background. After being shocked, everyone began to discuss the issue of spoils.

Zhang Heng urged his followers to fight for the dwarves not for nothing. His goal was the large amount of treasures and artifacts contained in the dwarves' underground protection.

The huge amount of minerals underground in Bafeng Mountain is also one of Zhang Heng's goals. A large amount of weapons and equipment as well as construction are inseparable from minerals. Even though they have been mined by dwarves for countless years, the mineral reserves below are still very amazing.

(End of this chapter)