Warhammer

Fortunately, the Goblin Colossus did not appear again, otherwise Al would really have to consider launching a blitzkrieg in advance.

He has run out of available cards in his hand, but unfortunately this is not a game where whoever finishes playing first wins.

Every day many scouts return and more are sent out. Al must always ensure a clear field of vision. With the help of the Blessing of Omniscience, as long as he ensures his vision, he can be warned even if the enemy has the same teleportation ability.

Only in this way can Al ensure that this decisive battle, the largest and most far-reaching one he has encountered since he started his career, will not be disturbed by enemy ambushes, reinforcements and other unexpected factors.

Chapter 159: Yes, yes! Big Horned Rat on board!

This time the greenskins invaded the Pina Forest, but their pirate allies did not join in because it was located in the inland hinterland. In the eyes of the big warlords, it was more important to use the pirates' power to ensure sea control and maintain the maritime advantage over the northerners, so they did not ask them to send troops.

In Mao Liang's calculations, with almost a quarter of the military force, even if he didn't kill them all in one battle, it shouldn't be a problem to defeat the beastmen in the forest.

To be on the safe side, the warlord even drove three of the nine giant statues that were prepared to be used in the siege of the north into the forest. They made great contributions on the first day of the siege and almost broke the defense of the beastmen at that time. If it were not for the fact that Ai'er stationed almost half of his spellcasters in the sacred forest and the shamans tried their best to severely damage one and destroy another to hold the position, Ai'er's defense plan would have failed on the first day.

It is said that someone was controlling and observing the battle remotely while cursing angrily, saying a lot of words like "Fuck you", "Sukabulie", "No moral principles" and so on.

There was indeed a moment when Al felt like the kind father before June 42. He had been mentally prepared and had made plans, but the greenskins' attack was too fierce, and the mustached men's attack was too fast and fierce. He almost failed to defend against the first wave, and all his efforts were in vain.

Fortunately, it has been stabilized temporarily.

The exchange ratio was barely acceptable, with nearly a quarter of the 8,000 defenders seriously injured or killed, and almost everyone else was injured. However, the number of corpses left behind by the greenskins attacking the city on the first day was close to twice that number, a completely reckless act that did not care about their lives. Later, after reinforcements arrived and the battle line was pushed back to the city wall, the exchange ratio continued to rise gradually, in a direction that was favorable to the tribe.

Because of the terrain, the greenskins' garbage cannons were greatly restricted in the forest. They advanced in a hurry and did not bring much with them. Most of the greenskin-made weapons were basically left in Marus, preparing to go north to attack Monterey. The greenskin army besieging the city had to cut down trees temporarily, and then with the power of my thinking, they created some shoddy siege equipment that was unexpectedly usable in the eyes of mortals.

In addition, there is the traditional trebuchet, which strictly speaking should be the goblin trebuchet. Of course, the goblin here refers to the goblin as the target of the trebuchet.

The threat is great, but the effect is not great. In a hurry, even with the assistance of the human servant army, the greenskins find it difficult to build enough equipment. Similarly, the tribe’s city defense equipment is not sufficient. However, Ai’er has concentrated a large number of bows and crossbows in the Sacred Forest Fortress in advance. In the city defense battle, you don’t need a good accuracy, as long as you are strong enough to shoot the arrow. If you miss once, shoot a few more times. There will always be unlucky people who will hit the arrow themselves.

Tank Bonestick, the commander-in-chief of the greenskin invasion of Pina and the right-hand man of the great warlord, is now full of hatred for this small but unexpectedly tough fortress that stands in their way.

From the first day when they almost succeeded in breaking the city, to the desperate counterattack of the tribe to hold the fortress, and then the continuous influx of reinforcements, several tanks wanted to try their best, and the army pressed forward to forcibly destroy this small city, but out of absolute and unreserved loyalty to the warlord, it still resisted this impulsive plan, and instead did as usual:

Request military instructions from the warlord Mao Liang.

He was so loyal that all important matters had to be directed and deployed personally by the warlord.

Because Gao Maoliang himself has a special way of doing things and thinking that is different from most greenskins, and his reputation as a great warlord is constantly rising, the greenskins under him also tend to imitate Gao Maoliang, and they tend to use their brains a little more than other greenskins when encountering things.

Although it is only a small amount, it is a remarkable and even "terrible" progress compared to the past.

Just like the conclusions that many people have drawn after studying trolls: if this kind of monster had a brain, then other mortal races would probably have no chance of ruling the world.

The siege is still going on, but the tanks that received airdrop instructions from the warlord Feilong do not intend to take down the city simply by sacrificing lives. They have a better way.

In this great Waaaaaagh, there are three forces on the greenskin side.

Greenskins, Pirates, and...

Skaven rats!

......

Several rats wearing goggles and with metal and mechanical objects randomly hung on their hunched bodies stood in front of the general. Their height was not even as high as the tank's knees.

The leading rat has three additional mechanical arms implanted in its body, using dimensional stone technology combined with the Corruption Clan's physical transformation technology. Its cloaked body is much larger than that of an ordinary rat, and there are metallic creaking and steam-spraying sounds when it walks.

A group of abominable slave rats that exude a foul stench and make people feel deeply uncomfortable at a glance are struggling to push their evil and unclean Skaven technological creations. They move these big guys to designated locations and then begin to assemble them under the supervision of engineers.

Ai'er had never forgotten the threat of the Skaven, but when the knights brought the news that they had destroyed a Skaven dungeon and that the rats seemed to have disappeared for a long time, lurking in some unknown shadow, Ai'er subconsciously did not consider that in addition to the greenskins and the tribe, there were third parties involved in the battle in the Pina Forest.

After all, rats are too low-key, aren't they...

At this time, Al was still calculating the strength of both sides, and planning with his staff how to fight after the teleportation blitz. He must decapitate the enemies as quickly as possible, crush the morale of the greenskins and make them flee.

He was still waiting, waiting until the greenskins had suffered enough losses and lost enough patience.

But the enemy will not do exactly what he imagines.

"S-Skaven technology, yesyes!"

The great engineer, whose body was reinforced by both dimensional stone technology and physical transformation technology, said these words to the greenskin warrior. Tank stood among the guards, watching the rat-like allies complete the erection of the inconspicuous altar, which looked quite complicated.

"We've been trying for so long but still haven't been able to crack the shells of the wild beasts. How can we just do it with these shrimps?" The general's deputy muttered, obviously not believing in the power of the ratmen.

"But the beasts are really hard to chew, harder than shrimps, and about the same strength as a dung beetle! There aren't many big guys and trolls like us, otherwise they would have been in big trouble!"

The greenskins don't like ratmen very much. Although the latter are more numerous, they can always be killed if they Waaaagh. However, ratmen are too cunning and despicable by nature. Like goblins, they are generally looked down upon by the greenskins.

Amid the greenskins' verbal attacks on the Skaven, the Great Engineer waved his hand and personally climbed onto the "altar". After performing a series of bizarre rituals as usual, he activated the mechanism in the launch base, then jumped off the base, ran to the rear, and handed the job of ignition to the professionally trained Clan Rats.

"Horned Rat onboard!"

The clan rat who was in charge of the most dangerous step of igniting the dimensional fuel raised his claws and shouted wildly. Then he was turned into a charred rat corpse by the dimensional lightning that was restless around the base and fell to the ground.

A bright, unclean, ominous green light is blooming!

The rats and their greenskin allies stood far outside, watching this scene excitedly. The green filthy lightning symbolized another victory for the Skaven! It symbolized the revengeful anger of the Heir of the Horned Rat!

A huge force gathers in the base of the dimensional rocket, and the dimensional fuel is ignited. The huge energy is about to be transformed into thrust, sending the great and evil creation of the Skaven into the sky! Release the gospel of destruction of the big horned rat on the heads of the enemies!

Chapter 160: The Day the City Was Broken

When the defenders of the sacred forest spotted the strange green light rising into the air from the woods, it was too late to prepare.

The green light was like an arrow piercing the clouds, passing through the cover of the forest and rising into the sky. Its target seemed to be the sun, or to become the sun.

In order to treat the wounded and repair the defenses, most of the shamans are exhausted, and now it is difficult for them to unite to deal with the unknown attack launched by the greenskins.

At the critical moment, Mozel, the son of Aiur, who was in charge of commanding the guards of the city walls, and his second son, Kael'thas, who were of the same horned orc bloodline, issued an emergency order for all the defenders to evacuate the city walls. This move preserved the vitality of the sacred forest.

The guards were confused and quickly left their posts, leaving the city walls where they had fought bloody battles for days and nights to prevent them from falling into the hands of the enemy. Those who were quick had already retreated to the ground obstacles behind the city walls. Some of the slower warriors had no time to step down before the rapidly falling Skaven rockets had already landed on the enchanted walls of the sacred forest!

Amid the deafening roar, the tribal defenders looked in horror as a gray mushroom cloud rose into the sky amid the terrible noise.

And the place where the city wall used to be has turned into a collapsed ruin!

"Woman, goddess..."

Someone murmured, and his memory instantly went back from the panic to the devastating explosion that destroyed the main force of the Invincible Fleet.

The entire structure of the fortress was shaken by this terrible explosion. The impact and air waves caused by the explosion overturned and destroyed buildings such as watchtowers and roadblocks. The vicious radioactive dust was spreading rapidly in all directions, although the effects have not yet been manifested.

"Waaaaaagh!!!"

A war cry rose from outside the city. The loud sound was so dizzying and deafening in the past, but now it was no match for the shock brought to the defenders by the devastating explosion. However, the sound of this war cry only meant one thing now.

"Enemy attack!"

The swift werewolf scout ignored the danger and ran to the ruins of the city wall in a few breaths. Seeing the green waves stretching madly outside the city and rolling towards the sacred forest, he blew the horn in his hand.

"Woo~~~!!!"

The sound of the horn awakened the fighting instinct of the defenders, no matter they were humans or beastmen, even though their hearts were still trembling from the terrible explosion and they were afraid that such an attack would fall on their heads again, but at this critical moment of life and death, almost everyone still chose to stick to their posts.

There was no time to rebuild the position. The distance was short and there was no city wall to block the way. The only extra thing the defenders could do was to drag back the roadblocks that had been overturned by the explosion and put them in front of them to make some use of them.

Mozer picked up the sword and shield from the ground. He was previously positioned relatively far back, closer to the city wall, and was knocked over by the impact and air waves. Now his ears were still buzzing and he couldn't hear clearly, but he could still smell the fighting spirit that was beginning to spread on the battlefield.

"Father....."

Moser lowered his head, placed his sword-holding hand on his left chest, and prayed silently.

As the son of Aiur, Mozer had participated in military meetings. He knew the tactical arrangements that his young father, the Eternal Chosen, had personally drawn up. At this moment, he still had no doubts, even though the enemy's attack was so terrible that it destroyed the city walls they relied on for defense in one blow.

Victory will still belong to his blood father, chosen by the four mothers.

"Waaaagh!"

The first and fastest greenskin warrior stepped onto the ruins of the city wall. He raised his axe in both hands, jumped onto a wooden stake, and cried Waaagh impatiently, venting his dissatisfaction and anger at the greenskin army that had been stationed outside the city since the siege.

Several arrows whizzed from various directions and pierced its eye sockets, chest, and arms.

The fastest warrior fell, but that didn't mean the end.

Mozer gripped his sword and shield tightly, and leaned forward slightly.

There are humans and beastmen around him. At this moment, they are comrades, believers, and fellow soldiers.

The green tide is coming in!

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The city is broken.

Lucius raised his sword, and with a clang, he was knocked back a few steps by the huge force. The ferocious big guy took advantage of the situation and chased him, wielding his machete like a storm.

Lucius could only block with difficulty while continuously retreating.

The outer area had completely fallen, and the defenders of the sacred forest simply withdrew their forces and urgently built some simple fortifications in the core area inside, relying on these obstacles to continue resisting the greenskins.

But the commanders knew in their hearts that they wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

The number of greenskins is simply too large for them.

More than 80% of the greenskins who entered the Pina Forest were gathered here, and the rest were still wandering in the forest.

Lucius blocked several attacks from the big guy with difficulty. If he was still energetic, he would quickly find an opportunity and try to counterattack. Maybe he could kill this greenskin who was not very strong but was still a big guy for humans.

But he was too tired.

It was all relying on his willpower and a breath of strength, squeezing all the strength in his body, that he was able to barely dodge and block the greenskins' attacks.

He couldn't hold it any longer.

Lucius knew clearly in his heart that he was about to reach his limit. He had persisted on this battlefield for a long time. His position had been promoted from deputy captain to centurion, but it was estimated that less than ten people in his centurion team could still move.

The situation had been completely disrupted, with gaps everywhere and support needed everywhere. Lucius had no idea to what extent his troops had been dispersed due to the step-by-step retreat and various reinforcement and escort orders, but this had nothing to do with him anymore.

The big guy used all his strength to smash down with the knife again.

The already damaged shield fell before Lucius. It was split in half, and the huge force was transmitted to Lucius along the handle. His body flew backwards suddenly and hit the corpse of an angry-horned beast that had been lying on the ground for a long time.

The greenskin's knife was embedded in the shield and flew out with it. Lucius' left hand holding the shield was instantly covered in blood, and he felt as if his bones were broken.

Lucius held the sword upside down on the ground, trying to stand up before the greenskin came over. The big guy looked around, picked up an axe from the corpse of another big guy, let out a war cry of "Waaaagh", and pretended to rush towards Lucius.

The man leaned on his sword and slid down weakly to one knee. He no longer had the strength to stand up.

"ended."

Lucius closed his eyes, not wanting to see the hateful green monster in the end. He tried to recall the figures of his wife, two children, and his younger brother Joel. He recalled the past days, when there was no war, and the six of them in Weiling lived a plain and sufficient life... They entered the Pina Forest anxiously but full of hope... The scarce supplies, the tight life, the disgusting supply officer Harold... The beastman who fell from the sky, the beast king who wore a mask and rode a griffin and looked no different from a human boy. Since then, they have converted to the Four Mothers, and their lives have been much better...

The footsteps of the greenskins, the tail end of the war cry, the sound of the wind, the sound of breaking air, everything, sounded so clear to Lucius that his brain instantly planned a counterattack route for him: flip to the right - stand up - crouch down and rush forward, push into the enemy's inner circle chest and abdomen - pierce the enemy's chest with the long sword!

Lucius had practiced this set of counterattacks smoothly in the previous battle. Because of the size difference between humans and greenskins, this was a relatively easy move to use.

But Lucius no longer had the strength to carry it out. Lucius felt deeply tired. He felt that he had done enough. Even when he was serving in the kingdom's army, he had never been as tenacious as he had been in the past few days, nor had he achieved such results.

Maybe it's time to end. I wonder if my soul will return to the war heaven of the goddess Myrmidia, or to the fourfold kingdom promised by the four mothers?

At the end of his life, Lucius suddenly began to think about religion and the afterlife.

Maybe it would be nice to go to Elysee of the Pleasure Mother, but I worship the Blood Mother more. Maybe I will go to the Iron Throne and enjoy endless glory and fighting...

The short distance seemed so long in Lucius's perspective. He thought a lot, but in reality, it was just a short moment.

The greenskin had already rushed to a position several steps away from him. This distance was enough for the big guy to swing his battle axe and chop off his skull.

Chapter 161: Son of Aiur, for the tribe!

"Woo~!!"

A long horn sound came from afar. The moment Lucius heard the horn, his body reacted instinctively!

He used all his strength to drive the muscles in his thighs to push the ground, pushing his body to the right and narrowly avoiding the greenskin's axe attack.

"Blood Mother!"

Not far from the battlefield between Lucius and the greenskins, a Angry-Horned Orc, covered in wounds and blood, both from the enemy and his own, roared and used a flying axe to knock the greenskin with his back to the ground.

Seeing the big man rushing towards him, Lucius subconsciously raised his sword without even having time to think.

A huge force was transmitted to his arms along the hilt of the sword, but at the same time the sharp blade pierced into the chin of the green-skinned big guy. Then, Lucius was heavily pressed down by the fallen greenskin, and a cold touch immediately followed on his face.

He thought he was going to die, so he closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. After a while, he felt nothing, so he opened his eyes and found an ugly green face frozen above him, staring at him. Lucius's weapon pierced its throat, and was pressed out from behind its neck by the weight of the big guy. The blade of the sword pressed horizontally on his face, which was the source of the coldness Lucius felt before.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he survived, but in this situation, living now would only mean dying later.

The angry-horned beast whose throwing axe saved Lucius' life came over, picked up the big guy's body, threw it aside, and then stretched out his left hand to the fallen Lucius.

Lucius was stunned, looking up at the beast's face covered in blood, with horns on top, and full of murderous intent, which looked even more hideous and terrifying than the greenskin.