Warhammer

With the vitality of the greenskins, this kind of injury will not cause death, but it will still cause pain. The brainless enemies howled, and under the urging of pain and anger, they jumped over the corroded corpses of their companions whose bones were exposed, and continued to rush forward.

The result was unquestionable. At the moment of the collision, the trolls waved their various giant weapons, and with a few whooshes, the front row of greenskins were instantly overturned by clubs and axes!

Screams, broken limbs, blood flying everywhere, the scenes are more uncomfortable than those of the most restricted American and Central European blockbusters.

The river trolls' slimy calves are relatively agile and faster than those of ordinary trolls. Under the leadership of He Shuhan, the formation of the river trolls in the front row was relatively tight, forming a flesh wall made of trolls' bodies, and they blasted into the greenskin ranks with unstoppable force with a savage posture without any weakness or mercy.

A large number of greenskins were blown away by the giant heavy weapons before they could even touch the trolls. Although they continued to attack, the effect they could cause was very limited.

Al had conducted special training for the troll army. There was really little he could do for these monster infantry, most of which had questionable brain capacity, including one hundred out of every hundred. But at least under He Shuhan's seriousness and responsibility, the troll army was barely proficient. Apart from the four commands of attack, retreat, stay put, and follow someone, they could also quickly apply the commands of close proximity (stick together) and disperse.

During the offensive phase, they advance in a group. This is very effective against the Greenskins who are not good at using long weapons to form formations and lack anti-large units.

Under the protection of a group of griffins, Al looked down at the battlefield from the sky.

After He Shuhan roared and gave the order again, the river trolls slowly moved to the sides. The stone trolls behind them filled in the gaps they vacated. These guys were no less ugly than their peers, with small ears, small eyes, and a mouth full of fangs. Their skin was covered with a layer of stone shell, which was their hard armor. Ai'er also specially asked craftsmen to make a simple wooden armor for these guys, and painted a layer of coating on the surface to effectively prevent fire from burning.

To ordinary enemies without effective armor-piercing capabilities, these stone trolls are a group of invulnerable monster tanks, rampaging on the battlefield.

They all use hammers, axes, long-pole maces and other weapons. Stone trolls are slower than river trolls, so Al equips them with these long-pole weapons with huge attack range.

There are one or two goblins squatting in the wooden frames on their backs. These forest species look like fart spirits and cowards, but are very different from traditional greenskins. Since they were found in that tribe during the tribe's pioneering period, they have been incorporated into the tribe's system and become the tribe's servant race.

Their low intelligence and relatively gentle nature allow them to accept many dirty and tiring jobs, including collecting troll stomach acid, sorting feces fertilizer, etc., and Ai'er did not ignore the military role they could play because of their overly weak bodies.

After all, goblins, who are bred through the method of planting mucus and reproducing spores, have a reproduction rate much faster than beastmen who have to go through a formal process of pregnancy, childbirth, breastfeeding, and growth.

They howled, making extremely disgusting shrieks and cries, and the brave and skilled ones would even step on the shoulders of the stone trolls, as if they were standing on the heads of their mounts. When the time was right, they would swing their slender arms and throw alchemical bombs on the heads of the huddled enemies, creating explosions with a strong stench.

On average, one bomb can take away three or four greenskins, creating a large amount of foul, nauseating odor that affects the enemy's morale. Even overly concentrated and toxic gases can affect the enemy's focus on attack and defense.

Even though the camp was dirty and messy on a daily basis, the greenskins who even used feces, food, corpses and other things to make statues could not stand such a strong stench.

Only the trolls themselves and goblins with a high tolerance to smell stimulation can ignore it.

The addition of the Stone Trolls further shook the stability of the Greenskin team. These monsters with triple protection of armor and the regenerative power of the Stone Skin Trolls could not only ignore the attacks of most of the guys, but every sweep and swing of their long-handled heavy weapons would knock away a piece of Greenskin. No Greenskin boy or big guy could stand firm and hold the line under the attack of these monsters.

After the first wave of river trolls inflicted damage to the greenskins, the troll army used the stone trolls as steamrollers and spread out their ranks to the left and right, slowly and efficiently crushing the greenskins backwards.

So far in the entire battle, the Troll Army has suffered zero casualties.

The greenskins left a pile of corpses.

Ai'er overlooked the battlefield and, through his omniscience blessing, conveyed his orders to his foster mother, who was the closest to him and had the deepest bond with him among the ground legions. He also shared this will with the wisercorns and shamans who had accepted the spiritual connection of the Eternal Chosen:

"Let the Shaman troops launch an attack in coordination with the Wrathhorn Legion. Destroy the greenskins' defenses in the outer city as quickly as possible and drive them into the city to block the enemies in the inner city!"

"Woo..."

"Woo..."

The legion began to move, and the centaur soldiers in the front and on the left and right wings blew horns. These trophies taken from the behemoths killed by Aiel and his men in the process of opening up the forest now served as a tool to announce the coming of a terrible army.

The low, long horn sound is different from the savage attack and assembly sound blown by the greenskins. It is steady and continuous, like a calm wasteland full of dangers, or like an undercurrent surging beneath the sea.

This horn sound is destined to echo and sound over a longer period of time, in Pina, in Estalia, throughout the entire southern kingdom, as far as the badlands, and to the vast territory of the empire.

It will eventually create a terrible shock and deterrence in the hearts of all those who are enemies of the Five Seals Banner, making them deeply remember the meaning of the horn sound, and instantly allowing them to complete the transition from being complacent with victory in the last second to being uneasy in the next second. It is God's grace, but also a punishment; it is hope, but also despair.

It symbolizes a terrible force.

Ai'er's army is about to enter the battlefield!

"Blood! Sacrifice! Blood! Mother!"

The Blood Mother's Chosen Centaur raised the mighty weapon that had killed countless people. She ran at the front of the legion so that all the beastmen warriors could see the majestic figure of the Blood Mother's Chosen and the foster mother of Aiur.

Alina was so filled with joy, finally, her god promised her child, her adopted son, the ruler of the tribe, that after offering her supreme sexual pleasure and filial piety, he would offer her another kind of pleasure and glory that she also desired and pursued, under her halberd.

"Skull offering to the throne!"

Amid the roars of the beasts, the forest trembled with an unidentified feeling, whether from excitement or fear.

"Ula!!!"

Chapter 164: Sacred Forest Guardian Battle

The winds of Aegir gather here!

Under the careful control of the operator, it turns into a majestic force of heaven and gushes out! Or it is the power of protection, the harmony gathers and covers the tribal army, enhancing the power of the beastmen and the "luck" in the dark.

Or it could be the violent lightning and celestial power, all pouring down on the greenskins’ heads!

"Comet Casadora!"

The wisents rode their manticore mounts high into the sky, and worked together in the sky to pull the power of Egil's Heavenly Wind, pulling the erratic moving meteorites in the upper altitude layer of the Magic Wind and smashing them onto the battlefield.

The huge explosion caused by the falling meteorite instantly cleared out all the enemies within a radius of dozens of meters centered on the impact point, turning them into corpses and fragments.

"Gate of Chaos!"

A variation of Tzeentch's spell Hellgate, the orc mages joined forces to open a one-way rift between the Chaos Realm and the mortal world. A torrent of the most primitive and violent Chaos wind gushed out from the rift, devouring and dissolving all matter that it touched, and completely disappeared from the mortal world.

Another fan-shaped area of ​​greenskins was cleared. Compared to the power of Comet Casadora, the Chaos Gate was purer and more "clean". There would be no rotten meat, limbs, debris or the like left behind. The places blown by the Chaos Wind were very "clean", like oil stains wiped off by a rag with detergent. After being wiped clean, there were still stains around them.

And the greenskins are still surging forward, filling the gaps left by their companions.

The tribe completely took advantage of magic. When neither side had any large-scale long-range killing methods, coupled with the monster army, although the Ai'er side was at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, it also had air superiority and firepower suppression.

Driven by their bellicosity and desire for destruction, the greenskin army madly rushed into the sacred forest in search of battle, but was blocked between the outer city and the location of the defenders' flags in the city.

The aerial monster army composed of scorpions, griffins, and wyverns, under the command and order of Ai'er riding the Griffin Queen, adopted a dive combat method, specifically looking for the weak points of the greenskins to launch attacks. The god of death descended from the sky, and every time the flying monsters pounced, they could overturn a large number of enemies and kill hundreds of greenskins.

Cooperating with the heavy-armored Angry Horns who were as stubborn, determined and steadily advancing forward as the Inara Mountains, they picked up the enemy corpses one by one, constantly compressed and narrowed the encirclement of the greenskins, and tore apart those greenskins who were separated and isolated and escaped.

The heavily armored Wrathhorns wearing Chaos Armor are very terrifying in street fighting. They are tireless killing machines. The passages destroyed by the greenskins and occupied by them can accommodate dozens of heavily armored Wrathhorns holding halberds and pushing forward. Behind them, beastmen with greatswords and axes and shields follow closely behind. With every step they take, large numbers of greenskin orcs' lives will be harvested and fall under their iron boots.

In front of them, dozens of armored stone trolls were smashing in the greenskin pile. There were special shamans responsible for observing the vanguard of these troops, ensuring that support such as thorn shield, stone skin, blessing of Rhea, regeneration, and healing could always be released to these stone trolls bathing in the sea of ​​soldiers at critical moments.

With the support of spells and the double protection of armor and skin, the nearly invulnerable monsters kept pushing forward, disrupting the greenskins' battle lines, and then were harvested by the steadily advancing angry-horned beasts.

Alina did not join this street fight where the enemy and our own formations were extremely dense and there was almost no room to escape. Although her fully armed armor was no less defensive than the Cold Love and far exceeded the stone trolls' defense, to be on the safe side, Al repeatedly ordered his adoptive mother not to fight recklessly to avoid risks.

After all, it's not like in the real game, where the heroic lord can kill all around while surrounded by a large army. Of course, if there really is a living saint chosen by God, like Brother Tai with a drawn sword, it will be no problem for him to go in and out seven times.

However, Al has already seen the hope of victory, and naturally does not want to add any surprises at this time. He only needs to fight steadily, use the narrow terrain to offset the enemy's numerical advantage, and then use the monster army's ability to break through the formation and the quality advantage of the heavily armored angry-horned beasts to continuously squeeze the greenskin front line while causing heavy casualties to them.

With the magic wind guided in advance, the already abundant magic wind in the Pina Forest became even stronger around the Sacred Forest. The Wise-horned Beast Mage who could master spells of heaven, light, metal, fire, etc. and the Beastman Shaman who could master spells of life, beast, and wilderness could release all kinds of gain, loss, and killing spells without reservation.

The wisecorns who believe in the Omniscient and the All-Mother may not be able to match the human wizard elites in the Council of Scholars in terms of spellcasting ability, but they have a greater advantage over humans in that they can coordinate extremely high levels of joint spellcasting to release spells that are beyond their capabilities, or to enhance the range and effect.

A spell like Heaven's Comet, if cast by the Zhendan Dragon Emperor, would become the Tian'en Earth-Smashing Fist, which could cause changes in the earth's veins similar to the way Great Shilan manipulated the continental plates, destroying or transforming the landform and ecological features of an area.

He even created a giant glutton god that the ogres worshipped.

The combined release of the wisenthorn mages can currently only guide smaller meteorites to fall to the target location, causing damage within a diameter of tens of meters. However, this is enough given the density of enemies currently faced by the tribe.

Al had been overlooking the battlefield from the sky. After the greenskin dragons were defeated and torn apart by the monster army composed of griffins and manticores, he was no longer a threat in the sky and was as stable as Mount Inara.

You can overlook the entire sacred forest, compare it with the blessed map in your mind, and achieve a God's perspective control of the entire battlefield.

In this case, it is not impossible to perform micro-operation such as "moving the archer twenty meters to the left".

Ai'er was not only paying attention to the battle situation, but also paying attention to the movements of those few "special units" in the tribal army.

"Sons of Aiur", his offspring.

He was originally an individual created with the help of the power of the Four Mothers for the purpose of war. He was integrated into the blood of El, inherited his heritage and blessings, and grew much faster than other blessed beastmen warriors of the same kind.

In both the past sieges and the current battles, they have demonstrated their superior qualities and abilities.

It is no exaggeration to say that each of those quick-made descendants named "Sons of Ai" is an excellent warrior! They have eight hexagram marks engraved on their bodies. Wherever they are, one descendant can lead a team to become a spearhead or a shield, ten people can stabilize a disadvantaged direction, and a hundred descendants can reverse the situation of a front in an instant if they launch a charge.

Although before this, Aldor used his descendants as commanders, but when he personally saw a powerful warrior charging in the front, brave and unmatched, and the inspiring effect that the blessed descendants of God had on other warriors, he couldn't help but be shaken.

"Is it really more useful to use super soldiers to go out and fight in close combat rather than to stay in the legion as a commander and stabilize people's hearts?"

He began to think.

While he was thinking, the situation on the battlefield changed.

The greenskin commander seems to have lost his patience and is no longer willing to use ordinary guys and big guys to fight a bad battle, using the lives of the greenskins to consume the energy of those seemingly tireless enemies (Blessing of the Blood River).

Such a tactic of adding fuel to the fire, using the weak against the strong, will inevitably cause huge losses to ordinary soldiers in the end, and the overall morale of the army will be severely damaged.

By then, it will be a situation of panic and fear.

Although the greenskins don't understand the subtle meaning, if the good guys suffer heavy casualties and fail to win the battle, they will become like the cowardly goblins. As a qualified general, they still understand the cowardly principle of running away and avoiding battle.

If the positions of the two sides were reversed and the greenskin side was commanded by Aiel, then given his habit of seeking stability, when the specific situation of the attacking enemy was unknown but they had already demonstrated strong strength and posed a huge threat to him, he would definitely adopt a method of dragging out the battle, trying to delay the enemy's reinforcements, and then launch a fierce offensive to annihilate the enemies who were still resisting stubbornly in the city, and in turn seize the inner city as his own position.

The offensive and defensive situations are different, now I am on the defensive side!

At the same time, he would also be prepared for the escape, leaving behind an elite personal guard, ready to carry forward Wang Baobao's excellent qualities of riding a donkey cart across the Gaoliang River and crossing the river on floating logs. Even if he could only "escape with his own life", it would be much better than being defeated and killed.

But he was facing greenskins.

The most warlike, the most Waaaaagh, the most unreasonable, and only uses fists. Whoever can fight and lead everyone to fight is the boss of the greenskin!

The greenskin commander seemed to be completely disappointed with the ordinary good guys. On the one hand, he retreated the greenskin orcs who were crowded in the streets and fighting like a meat grinder in the enemy's street battles, and on the other hand, he placed more chips.

Big Savage Orc!

Black Orc Guard!

out!

Looking at the two trends that were obviously different from other enemy forces advancing against the trend, Al guessed the enemy's idea and planned to use a small but still large enough elite force compared to the enemy to contain or even counterattack this sudden attack, blocking the greenskins and Waaaagh's very unhappy beastmen.

"So....."

As Al watched the enemy's retreat gain momentum, he began to advance his own troops in a large scale, and defeated the remnants of the greenskin camp outside the city. He continued to march into the city excitedly to support Misha's headquarters.

"Stop advancing! Prepare to fight the strong enemy!"

The remaining defenders of the Sacred Forest are now all huddled in the direction of the big flag, near the north of the city. They even managed to collapse the building towers and create artificial obstacles to stalemate with the greenskins. After the Aiel reinforcements entered the city, the greenskins' offensive against them was much smaller. In the eyes of the generals, these defenders are already prisoners and dead. The most important thing at the moment is the support soldiers behind them.

Fighting a group of dying enemies is more exciting than fighting Waaaagh's fresh and powerful enemies!

Chapter 165: Minotaur

If we only talk about military affairs, what Al cares about first is the losses of both sides, which can also be said to be the exchange ratio.

This is a habit I developed while studying a bunch of crash courses on war criminals.

After all, human heads are not leeks. Even if they are quick-made offspring that can be mass-produced, the female must first become pregnant, gestate, and give birth.

A Pyrrhic victory was something Al didn't want to happen to him.

So as soon as the greenskins sent out their elite troops, he decisively ordered the troops to stop after dispersing the enemies in front of them, and to occupy the advantageous terrain and be on high alert, waiting for the enemy to tire themselves out.

Al really didn't want to use his elite subordinates, whose number was small and whose growth was time-consuming and resource-consuming, to exchange with the greenskins who could grow out of the soil.

"Let the Minotaur Legion prepare!"

They are generally two to three people tall, more than half a body taller than the average river troll, and nearly the size of a two-story building. They are the ceiling of the Aiel Marine Corps, except for creatures like giants.

Beastmen were once the children of Chaos, swarming from the lands of the Old World to the bleak forests of Duruki. They were the vanguard of corruption, cruel and savage, bringing destruction to civilized settlements. They slaughtered and ate humans, erected filthy demon rocks, corrupted forests, and desecrated towns.

The Minotaur is the most terrifying and powerful branch race among the Beastmen.

Their intelligence is lower than that of other Beastmen kin, but their supernatural strength and physique can fully make up for this shortcoming. Their sharp horns can pierce armor and pierce into city walls. They are always irritable and bloodthirsty, and have an extraordinary hunger for human flesh. This evil fanatical greed will drive them to eagerly desire fresh meat, seek out freshness, and chase after steaming "food", and this hunger is never satisfied.

Minotaurs often serve as guardians of Chaos shrines and the tombs of fallen Champions, where they build mountains of collected armour, weapons and other items from the mortals unfortunate enough to encounter them.

The most powerful among them will become giant-horned bulls, doomsday bulls, or even lead a tribe of beastmen as the Doomsday Bull Lord under the watchful eyes of the Dark Gods.

And the most terrifying ones are the minotaurs that have given up thinking and reason, and completely released their bloodthirsty desires and greed for fresh meat. They will become gluttonous disasters that devour their own compatriots, and will succumb to their own gluttony and bloodthirstiness, and finally transform into "Gul Beasts" that even the Beastmen themselves respect and fear like gods.

They will grow extra arms, sharp mouths, and spikes, becoming the most terrifying killing and eating machines on the battlefield, stirring up blood and gore among the army, while greedily consuming flesh and blood to satisfy their insatiable desire for gluttony.

Another part will mutate into a close relative of the Minotaur, the "Cyclops", and become a special behemoth unit.

After breaking away from the corruption of chaos and converting to the Shepherd God of All Things and the Way of Nature, the Shepherd God Tauren's personalities are mostly similar to those of real "old cows". They are honest and simple, hardworking and endure hardships. They are high-quality laborers that are welcomed and accepted in many places.

But when provoked, the rage and brutality in their blood will awaken, and they will become terrifying heavy-armored soldiers.

Beastmen generally suffer from invisible discrimination and are treated as second- and third-class citizens throughout the Old World. Also, because they are accustomed to the way of gathering, migrating, and living in tribal groups, many conflicts have broken out. Among them, even in several wars between the Beastman colonies in the New World and other forces, the heavy infantry corps composed of Tauren have shined and achieved brilliant results.

After Thrall's death, all the remnants of the former tribe came under Aiur's command. Because of the spread of the fire of vengeance and the faith of the Four Mothers, under the influence of Alastar, the earliest tauren who followed Aiur and now the Blessed Bull Commander, the current tauren of the tribe and those who joined later basically all converted to the faith of the Blood Mother.

After devoting themselves to the new faith of the Chaos Gods, the Blood Mother was not stingy in bestowing her blessings on these creatures with great potential. The Dark Power displayed its might on these Minotaur, who had once been the focus of Chaos. They were transformed into the clambering abominations and walking flesh-eaters they were before the last End of Days.

However, this time, they did not completely fall into darkness and extreme emotions. Their greedy hunger for human flesh and their uncontrollable pursuit of destruction all turned into a flame of rage against the enemy that never stopped and never extinguished on the battlefield.