Warhammer

He used all his strength to prop himself up, grabbed the hand of the angry-horned beast, and was pulled up from the ground.

An inexplicable force surged into his limbs, and he seemed to have the strength to continue fighting.

But more greenskins were still surrounding them, and at this time, there were no other friendly troops around Lucius and the angry-horned beast, and they were surrounded by the greenskins.

A human and a beastman fought side by side, back to back. This was impossible before the Great War failed one hundred and fifty years ago, and some beastmen left the Chaos camp under the guidance of the "Shepherd of All Things", crossed the Great Forest of Athel Loren, and became shepherd beastmen who were free from the corruption of Chaos.

Even today, one hundred and fifty years later, in the Old World, in the Empire, Bretonnia, the Southern Kingdoms and other places, the rights and status of Beastmen are very low, and the probability of accepting them into the army is very small, unless they are used as military servants.

"We will fight to the death as comrades, and I don't even know your name yet."

Lucius stepped on the big guy's shoulder and struggled to pull the weapon that had done so much good out of its throat. Then he stuck back behind the angry-horned beast, wary of the greenskins surrounding them from all directions, muttering to himself.

"My name is Lucius Corrence."

"Katz, Katz Bloodhoof."

The voice of the angry horn sounded very heavy, like a war drum covered with a thick skin being struck.

"The Blood Mother is watching us! Today, we ascend the Iron Throne together!"

"Blood sacrifice.....Blood mother!"

Kaz's roar, from low to high, contained a kind of blood-thirsty madness.

The emotion expressed in this battle cry was so passionate that it ignited Lucius's desire to seek glory and die with honor.

"Skull for the throne!" the man growled, echoing the angry-horned beast's cry.

The greenskins seemed to sense the strong fighting desire of the two, one big and one small, the big beastman and the human shrimp - not really shrimp, as he looked capable of Waaaagh, or at least a human boy. They clenched their long and short weapons in their hands and surrounded them.

“Woo~~!!”

Another long horn was blown, and there was a commotion among the greenskins. Not only did they stop attacking, they also began to look around, appearing a little confused.

Lucius and Katz didn't know what this meant, so they could only continue to stand back to back in alert.

“Woo~~!!”

A rapid sound of war drums came from outside the city, which made many greenskins look even more confused and panicked. Many good boys and big guys even put down their aggressive attitude, looked around, scratching their heads.

After a while, some greenskins turned around and ran in the direction they came from, while some stayed where they were, as if they had temporarily lost the desire to attack.

This is a very strange situation for a greenskin.

Lucius couldn't understand this scene, but his intuition told him that perhaps he and Katz still had a chance to reach the Blood Mother Realm later and engage in that eternal glorious struggle.

"Towards the direction of the flag, there are the fewest enemies. We can try to break through..."

Katz and he were back to back, their animal eyes alert to the surroundings at all times, "Yes, although it is not bad to die gloriously in battle, but if I can kill one more enemy for His Highness in his great journey, my glory will be more noticeable."

Lucius endured the numbness and moved his legs, which were somewhat numb in the muscles. He gritted his teeth and said, "I can still run. If I can't, you can go first."

The two men gripped their weapons tightly and moved slowly towards the city.

Just when they were about to take advantage of the sudden problem of the greenskins and plan to launch a breakout, several screams suddenly came from the sky, and many shadows projected on the ground quickly passed over the heads of the greenskins and Lucius Katz.

"Griffin..." Katz took a split second to react after hearing the scream, and suddenly became enthusiastic: "It's a griffin!"

Before Lucius could react, he heard Katz mutter, "It's the mount chosen by God... a unique, majestic roar," and its scarlet eyes revealed a trembling emotion called joy.

"His Highness the Chosen One has arrived on the battlefield in person!"

The angry-horned beast suddenly walked away on its own initiative, breaking away from the back-to-back posture of the two people. It held the sword and the axe in each hand, knelt on one knee in the middle of the battlefield, and looked up at the sky.

Lucius was in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to issue a warning or call back Katz. A monster with spread wings fell from the sky and crashed into the greenskin camp.

"Roar!"

An aerial predator in the wilderness, and a wyvern that spreads its wings and soars between the mountains!

It suddenly spun in place in the pile of greenskins, knocking away the greenskins around it and clearing out the space. The lizard-like head lowered slightly, and its animal eyes looked at Katz and Lucius who were kneeling down and praying.

There is a mark on Feilong's forehead, which is an eight-pointed star with a six-pointed star pattern inside!

Tribal dragon!

"My father's gift flows through me, and today—I will fight to the death in my father's name!" Katz shouted, straightening up.

"Son of El!"

The Ragehorn roared loudly, and rushed out like a scarlet whirlwind, rushing towards the greenskins' position.

"For the tribe!"

A griffin suddenly descended in altitude and flew low over Katz's head, and rushed into the greenskins' position with it, instantly killing several greenskins.

Katz chopped off the blocking green-skinned giant with an axe, and then cut off its head cleanly with a sword. He then pounced fiercely on another green-skinned boy who was dazed by the sudden change in front of him. After taking off its head easily, he turned into a killing machine. The man and the beast, who had never worked together before, cooperated seamlessly, and brought a wind of death to the enemies that numbered a hundred times their own!

Lucius stared at the scene in front of him in amazement. Didn’t they say they would break through and wait for follow-up?

In a team fight, 2 vs. N, teammates flash and start fighting.

Lucius suddenly realized what was happening. The flying dragons, the griffins, the fanatical Katz, the withdrawal of the greenskins, and the appearance of the tribal monster army all pointed to one truth:

Reinforcements from the tribal headquarters are arriving!

Chapter 162: Here I come!

Behind the Sacred Forest

The green light condenses from the fallen leaves and dust, and then blooms.

A huge vortex rift emerged from nothingness, tearing through the boundaries of space and expanding rapidly.

In the greenskin siege camp, only some greenskin boys and goblins, fart elves and other Fela's servants are still left here.

Several goblins chased a group of fart elves out of the camp. Suddenly, they stared blankly at the huge whirlpool that suddenly appeared between the fortress and the camp. The wooden sticks in their hands fell quietly.

"Huh..." The first blessed bull under El's command, the commander of the Blood Mother Minotaur Legion, the four-armed giant Alastair was the first to walk out of the earth vein transmission channel.

A hot white breath came out of her nostrils, and the Barbarian Bull Commander smelled the scent of murder in the air.

In just a moment, she quickly found the target.

A huge army walked out of the passage in an entire team. The monsters passed through the transmission channel while flying and soared into the airspace of the sacred forest.

The fully armed Blood Mother God's Chosen, the Centaur Alina, stepped out of the portal with a long halberd bestowed by God, like a fierce god who was a combination of man and horse. Wherever she went, she was accompanied by a murderous aura that was so strong that it seemed to have formed a substance. The heavy armor covered the whole body of Ai'er's foster mother. Only the eyes under the mask that flashed scarlet light and blinked from time to time were the only thing that could prove that under this chaos armor forged by blood, fire and steel, there was still a living thing attached.

Black background, red circle, between the black and red flags there is an eight-pointed star symbolizing chaos without division, and in the middle is a miniature six-pointed star, representing Aiur, the symbol of the eternal chosen one. The tribal legions holding large and small star flags fanatically shouted the titles of the gods, and stepped into the battlefield in the name of the gods they believed in and the gods chosen by the four gods!

The location of the old city wall seemed to have never existed after being attacked by Skaven rockets. Only ruins of dust and sand remained. Ai'er had been there in person and witnessed the ruins of the fortress that he had placed high hopes on but had collapsed.

The heavily armored Wrathhorn Legion, clad in thick, ferocious Chaos armor and armed with halberds, giant swords, shield axes, stepped out of the teleportation channel; followed by the howling Centaur cavalry and the armored wolf pack.

The troll army, wearing simple outer armor and using various stick weapons, led by the river troll leader "He Shuhan", walked out of the transmission channel and consciously dispersed to the two wings. Behind them hung a backpack, and a goblin grenadier squatted, ready to throw the troll bombs made by the shamans using troll gastric juice as the main ingredient, mixed with herbs and ore powder, at the top of the enemy's head.

The earth was shaking. The huge bodies of the Barbarian Bull Legion had trampled the ground into a depression. Tall Beastman Shamans in robes and hoods walked out of the passage, carrying huge sacrificial vessels and magical instruments, or holding sacred objects symbolizing the Four Mothers of Chaos towards the sky, welcoming the blessings into the material world and sprinkling them on the entire tribal legion. The shamans were the only ones who could hold up the double-sided five-pattern, namely the All-Seeing Eye, the Ouroboros, the Anti-Khorne, the Winged Heart, and the eight-pointed small six-pointed pattern.

"The time has come!"

"The gift is coming!"

The wisecorn wizards riding on the backs of manticores were flying and circling in the sky above the legion. They held books and scriptures and fanatically shouted out their predictions for the future to the mortal world.

The Everchosen has made up his mind not to stand by and watch his subordinates fight, but to personally take to the battlefield and wield the swords. His legions should follow him - until death!

Fanaticism and a sense of blessing surged in the hearts of every Beastman, and even the clumsiest and slowest trolls were inspired by this high spirit, becoming excited and eager to fight.

El rode on the back of the Griffin Queen, opened the mask of Cold Love and looked down at the ruins of Chen Qian. The moment he was teleported through the earth veins, he felt the activity of the Blessing of the Blood River. The power of the Blood Mother instantly radiated across the battlefield of the entire Sacred Forest, injecting energy into the soldiers who were still holding on in the city and healing minor injuries. At this moment, it was not only the greenskins' unique Waaaaagh position that was strengthened.

Hera led her Fourth Legion of Dark Iron Warriors in a separate group. The wolf girl was already restless at this time, looking around frantically. She couldn't wait for Al's order to experience the thrill of fighting and slaughtering.

Kael'thas handed over his legion to Misha, and served as Aiur's adjutant.

There were four legions including Barbatos, and the extra troops that El assigned to Commander Misha. The eldest lady had a total of 5,000 troops under her command.

With Ai'er's desperate mobilization, the tribe's available military force expanded to a barely 30,000 troops, but among them were 8,000 mortal auxiliary troops and 5,000 advance troops, a total of 13,000 human soldiers who were all sent to the sacred forest area.

Including the three thousand angry-horned beast warriors stationed in the Sacred Forest to guard the city, more than half of the tribe’s troops were stationed in the Sacred Forest, but most of them were human soldiers, and there were also five thousand advance legion guest troops.

The 14,000 warriors that Aiel left behind at the tribal headquarters, intending to use them to make the final decision, were all real beastmen soldiers. Among them were the Blood Mother Angry Horned Beasts, which were the absolute main force, and various types of beastmen that had not yet undergone form transformation.

But no matter what, they are the absolute main force of the tribe.

The proportion of angry-horned beasts accounts for nearly seven of the total. For the beastmen whose population has just exceeded 50,000 and is not yet close to 60,000, even with the tradition of universal military service, the ratio is almost one in five. Only in such a magical world could such crazy behavior occur.

Fortunately, except for those heavy-armored Wrathhorns that have been cursed to a high degree, most Wrathhorns can still serve as soldiers in wartime and return to normal life the rest of the time.

Misha currently has under her command one-third of the tribe's forces excluding the Sacred Forest Guards and one-half of Elben's forces. Commanding a legion battle on this scale is the first time for both the younger father and the eldest daughter.

The time when Aiur's 7,000 men defeated Viling's 20,000 greenskins was a sneak attack. They took advantage of the greenskins' siege to attack the greenskins' weak rear. By the way, in the duel, the Centaurs easily defeated the greenskin general and forced him to be rescued and evacuated from the battlefield by his subordinates. Then the greenskins' morale collapsed.

Now, Ai'er wants to replicate the results of the battle under the city of Weiling, which was undoubtedly a "miracle" for the people of Weiling.

Al looked into the distance, multitasking while paying attention to the situation on the Blessing of Omniscience.

"The main force of the greenskins has been trapped in the city...Misha!"

The Griffin Queen swooped down and El landed beside Niu Niu. She had already proven her ability, but she still lacked a truly large-scale one. The eldest daughter, tempered by blood and fire, was fully armored and stood in front of the legion.

Al lowered his visor and his voice came out through the mask, becoming muffled.

"There are not many enemies outside the city. I will leave all the centaurs and wolves to you. Defeat them for me within half an hour."

"I will go to engage the enemy in the city and rescue the defenders."

After he gave the order, he flew straight into the sky without waiting for a response. With the combination of griffins, manticores, and flying dragons, the tribe had undoubtedly dominated the sky as the greenskins had only a few flying war beasts.

"It is a great honor to carry out your orders."

The eldest daughter placed one hand on her chest, saluted to the sky, turned around and looked at the camp not far away. There, sparse greenskins were gathering in a hurry and shouting, trying to fight against this group of unknown enemies who suddenly appeared on the battlefield and cut off the connection between the internal and external armies.

A stiff smile appeared on Niu Niu's lips.

"Prepare to attack!"

"In the name of the father!" Misha raised her spear and pointed at the greenskins' camp outside the city.

The shouts of the legion rang out together. They had been waiting and lying in wait for a long time. Although this moment was unexpected, it was also a perfect time to shout and fight!

The main force and fresh troops sent by Aiel were divided into two parts at the right time. The troops shouting "In the name of the father" naturally turned outside the city, in the direction of the greenskin camp, to follow the leader of their descendants. Aiel would personally lead his subordinates to attack the enemies that were several times larger than himself from front and back, and encircle his city.

The two sharp forces faced each other back to back. At this time, behind the ruins of the city wall, the greenskins who had already realized what had happened began to gather together and head outside the city, intending to fight against the group of beasts that suddenly appeared.

They were about to collide with an army whose power they had not yet truly realized.

Inside the city, the greenskin commander, Tank Bones, who was leading his personal guards forward along the front line, scratched the back of his head and felt something was wrong.

Many dragons and griffins were flying over their heads.

Chapter 163: The Tribe’s Horn

The troll army took the lead in launching an attack. Hundreds of huge monsters like small hills slowly pressed forward. Just looking at them was a terrifying pressure.

The greenskins are a war-hungry race that was born for war. Before they are completely defeated and lose all their weapons and armor, they are unlikely to feel fear. At most, they will have a stress response of being shaken and threatened.

In a huge Waaaagh where victory seems within reach, the greenskins will not retreat in the face of the enemy.

"Waaaaagh!!!"

"Oh!"

The green-skinned boys charged at the troll army that seemed to be moving slowly but could take several steps at a time to advance into the city. The leading troll boy was hit by the troll commander who was at the forefront of the troll army. The first troll to voluntarily surrender to Ai'er, a big river troll named He Shuhan, swung his mace and sent him flying.

His body flew back to his own team, knocking over two other greenskins.

“Wow!!!!”

He Shuhan raised his club and pointed it forward, and his big mouth full of fangs and sharp teeth let out a war roar. The troll army also sped up and launched a charge in due time.

Although the trolls are still too slow compared to the greenskins if they are reduced to the same proportions, their weakness in agility is compensated by the huge size difference.

Before the two armies collide!

"vomit!"

The river troll at the front roared and activated the special talent of the river troll race towards the greenskin formation that was within ten steps.

Vomiting stomach acid!

The highly corrosive gastric acid spurted out of the river troll's mouth like a high-pressure water cannon. The yellow acid water mixed with food residues and various secretions smashed into the greenskin team like water cannons. The greenskins hit by the gastric acid were corroded and melted instantly! The bones were exposed, and even the bones could not avoid being corroded by the gastric juice comparable to concentrated acid.

Those who were not hit head-on, if unlucky, would have an arm or even half of their face eaten away by the power of the river troll's stomach acid.