Warhammer

When the commander points out the enemy to them, the Blood Mother's gift and curse will begin to revive, and the suppressed huge impulses and emotions will surge into their internal organs, becoming the fanaticism and source of strength for the Barbarian Bull Legion to wield double axes and swords and shields, never tired, never retreating! They vow to pierce the enemy with their horns, chop them with swords and axes, trample the enemy army, destroy the city and capture the stronghold, and kill all the enemies who can move within their sight!

Under Al's gaze, these old cows that once gave him the impression of being "honest and simple", the cows that would bow to the earth to show respect when sowing seeds, and would eagerly open their hearts to let him drink, have now shed all their former ordinariness and simplicity. Now, they are wearing heavy armor, holding huge weapons, and carrying the smell of sulfur. They remain clear-headed but can never completely eliminate the copper bell-like blood eyes that are eager to kill the enemy.

They are the sharpest parts of the Blood Mother Army! They are the living heavy tanks under the command of the Eternal God's Chosen, destroying the enemy like a dead tree or rotten wood, and they are killing weapons that even the angry horned beasts of the Aiel Legion will feel awe.

The silent black orc troops had appeared less than a hundred meters away from the tribal army.

These black orcs, who are tall and strong than the average big guys, are the disastrous consequences of the Chaos Dwarves' attempt to enslave the Greenskins. These Chaos Dwarves who have abandoned their ancestral gods and dwarven traditions have brought a terrible trauma to the world.

Their power is both a primary and secondary threat to the Black Orcs' enemies.

What makes them more terrifying than other greenskins is that the Black Orcs have the concepts of "discipline" and "organization".

They don't like internal friction, which is the most common behavior in the greenskin tribe when there are no enemies in front of them and no target to "Waaaagh". When there are no enemies, the greenskins themselves will often initiate things like "big melee (cao sound)", and are keen on venting and resolving conflicts through competition.

Almost all the guards of the greenskin orc warlords, when possible, are composed of these dark green or black-skinned guys. In Al's impression, Grimgor Ironhide, who almost chopped down Acha with an axe and achieved the epic achievement of saving the greenskins if it weren't for the quality problem of his weapon, is the most Waaaagh black orc warlord in history.

The Savage Orcs are more traditional and more barbaric than ordinary greenskin orcs. They do not wear armor, use stone sticks, and are covered with tattoos - these strange things can give them strong physical resistance, and the fighting style they adopt is more radical and reckless than that of ordinary greenskins.

If Al were asked to exchange an ordinary furyhorn with these big guys who are considered strong among the greenskins, he would feel at a disadvantage if it was one for three or four.

Fortunately, there are beastmen. Now that the lizardmen are gone, who will compete with me for the Monster Park!

Ai'er had previously adopted a multi-pronged attack method. The street fighting terrain was there, so even if the troops were divided, the tribe would not be at a disadvantage in terms of numbers in the local areas where they met the enemy, and the quality easily suppressed the greenskins. At this time, the tribe army basically occupied the advantages of various small roads in the Sacred Forest City and controlled the terrain.

Seeing that the greenskins did not rush forward rashly, Al found that even the most savage and reckless orcs temporarily stayed at the front line under the urging of their generals, and the two armies confronted each other.

It seems that even if he intends to fight head-on and defeat the enemy with elite troops, the greenskin commander is not a completely brainless big guy who can only Waaaagh. He still has some temptations and concerns.

"So....."

"Order all troops to advance ten steps and form a battle array to await the enemy!"

"Send out the troll army to harass the greenskins!"

The order of the Troll Army was issued by El through He Shuhan, who roared and screamed, and took a bath in the sea of ​​​​soldiers as if they were tickled by a group of people, and then smashed and destroyed things. The Troll Army, who had a full meal, regrouped lazily and slowly, and took action.

Al was a little unhappy. The trolls were also a race of monsters with extraordinary physical strength. However, after a battle, their morale began to wane. Wars would be frequent in the future. If a major war broke out, he was worried that such slacking behavior would become the nail in the horseshoe that destroyed the country.

This dissatisfaction was not concealed and conveyed to the troll leader.

He Shuhan, who was taller and stronger than ordinary trolls and was also a "big troll" anyway, sensed the emotions of the Chosen One. He shrank his head in fear, then raised it up again and made a small and aggrieved cry towards the figure of El in the sky.

Even it itself feels that its fellows are "stupid and clumsy, not as good as it."

What about Al?

But for now, it’s fine as long as it can be used.

He Shuhan roared a few more times with dissatisfaction, urging his fellow trolls to speed up and move towards the green-skinned orcs' battle line.

Chapter 166: Decisive Battle ~ Two Chapters in One

It was a collision of pure violence on both sides.

The greenskins are obviously not a very patient race. After Aiur's troll army and flying monster groups harassed them several times, the greenskins obviously could no longer tolerate this group of enemies continuing to jump up and down in front of them and show off their might.

They attacked.

Standing in the first row are the heavily armored horned beasts holding halberds, who are ready for battle. The long halberds are shining with cold light and look murderous. But to the greenskins, while their morale is still there, even if they are facing a dragon or a three-eyed Archa, they dare to rush up and give him a test of their strength, black orcs against heavily armored horned beasts.

The collision of red and black.

A battle between steel and flesh, which is stronger than steel.

The Wrathhorn, which had crushed the greenskins in street fights, chased them and killed them indiscriminately, and used its iron boots to carve a path paved with the flesh and blood of the greenskins, had met its match this time.

The big black orcs are disciplined, silent and ruthless, and stronger than ordinary green-skinned orcs. They are the most threatening and powerful type among the various ethnic groups of green-skinned orcs, including green-skinned orcs, wild orcs, black orcs, and goblin elves.

As the dedicated fighters among the Four Gods Beastmen tribe, the Angry-Horned Beasts are also the most powerful group among the Beastmen in terms of combat power alone.

Two powerful forces collided. One side had fought fiercely all the way here, with high morale, occupying the terrain and ready for battle. The other side was full of anger, determined to fight to the death. If they could not win, they would lose.

Despite the interference and assistance of the spellcasters, which further increased the balance of power between the enemy and us, at the moment of the collision between the two armies, the defense line of the angry-horned beasts was shaking like a single-family house hit by strong winds and huge waves.

In just a few breaths, both the enemy and our side had suffered considerable losses. Even with the advantage in equipment quality, the heavily-armored Wrathhorn Guards were still threatened by the Savage Orcs who seemed to be fighting with all their might in every attack.

The Black Orcs, on the other hand, were much calmer and composed than their brethren who charged forward recklessly. They formed an orderly formation and advanced steadily. They did not foolishly rush towards the front of the rows of halberds. They first waited for the Savage Orcs' fearless charge to disrupt and shake the positions of the Angry Horned Beasts, and then they marched in an orderly manner, trying to open and expand a breakthrough.

This is the same tactic that Al had used before, using monster units to disrupt the enemy's line, and then his own troops launched an attack, moving forward along the entrance and gradually tearing apart the entire front line.

However, the greenskins who crossed the sea brought with them a small number of monster troops, only three types: trolls, giants, and flying dragons. Even fewer followed Pina, and most of them followed the main force of the greenskins to station in Marus, preparing to go north to attack the Estalia. So at least in the forest, Ai'er's monster troops had an absolute advantage.

However, the reality is not like in the game, where stupid creatures like trolls are put into the disciplined and organized formation of angry-horned beasts that have been trained and cultivated with great difficulty, and infantry are used to "trip" the monsters. This will only mess up one's own formation.

Only when attacking can the behemoths charge forward to clear the way and best cooperate with the ground army to strangle the enemy.

If this were a game, Al should be able to visually see that the health of the front-line troops, both the enemy and our side, was obviously decreasing. Although the damage and casualties caused by the Heavy Wrathhorn Guards were still far greater than those of the Greenskin Orcs, it was no longer like the previous situation where the ordinary Greenskins were beaten up and even the modules of our side were not lost much.

With the formation ready for attack, spell support, and his personal presence on the battlefield to trigger the blessing bonus, the greenskins can still unleash such power. Ai'er has always been worried about a "Pyrrhic victory (a tragic victory with a great cost)", and it seems that the route of avoiding a head-on decisive battle with the greenskins is correct.

If it wasn’t an accident...it was a rat, it must have been a rat!

Apart from the rat's dimensional stone technology, which is as strange and extremely necessary as the power of my thinking, it is difficult for El to find another power that meets this situation and has the power to destroy the outer defense of the sacred forest.

If it weren't for the accident caused by the rat, this battle would have been a long defensive battle. After consuming a lot of the greenskins' strength in the process, Al would find an opportunity to make a quick strike and behead them, thus putting the final nail in the coffin.

Instead of being forced to engage in a head-on decisive battle with the enemy's well-preserved main force as it is now.

Misha has already defeated the remaining greenskins in the camp. Under the leadership of his two best offspring, Niu Niu and Wolf Girl, just one charge was enough to basically break the remaining greenskins' line. The army of the eldest daughter killed indiscriminately, and the greenskins did not hold out for long before their morale collapsed and they fled in disarray.

Misha released all her wolf packs and centaur troops to chase the greenskin fleeing soldiers. After ensuring that they had completely lost the ability to return to the battlefield and influence the outcome of the battle, she led her troops into the city. However, due to space constraints, she could only stay in the rear for repairs for the time being.

Realizing that a great war was imminent, Niu Niu simply handed over the command power to the generals and ran to his young father's temporary tent with his personal guards. At present, only officers and staff were hurriedly making arrangements here. Al had been riding a griffin in the sky overlooking the battlefield.

Also believing that the final battle and the chance of victory or defeat were right before his eyes, Al decided to give it his all.

While the greenskins are retreating their ordinary troops for rest and repair, and sending their elite troops to try to defeat the main force of the tribal reinforcements, if we can defeat the elite troops of the greenskin black orcs and the wild orcs in one fell swoop, we can then drive out the defeated greenskin troops with the prestige of a great victory and defeat the large number of enemies blocking the city.

Al used the most careful observation in his life to analyze the entire battle situation from the sky, combined with the battlefield sand table blessed by omniscience.

His palms were sweating, and his legs were slightly clenched while riding on the back of the Griffin Queen. The next move was to decide the outcome of the entire war. Ai'er couldn't afford to lose, and neither could the tribe...

The black orc warrior roared, bringing the commander's will.

The greenskin orc troops who started a fierce battle with the tribal army on the front line increased their offensive strength. Ai'er did not shrink his troops in the narrow passage. After driving away the retreating greenskin troops, the tribe generously deployed its troops and made a gesture of direct invitation to fight.

Now the entire front and flanks of the battle line combined can allow at least hundreds of troops to fight at the same time. Many soldiers fall down every moment, and newcomers rush up one after another.

Under the urging of the general, the orc troops increased the intensity of their attacks. Even the black orcs, who were an exception to the orc tradition and focused on discipline and organization, began to gradually adopt the greenskins' style of fighting, recklessly and without regard for their lives, and even risking their lives for others.

For a time, both the Greenskins and the Horde suffered heavy casualties. The Greenskins intensified their efforts, and the Wrathhorned Beasts became more and more furious. The war ignited their burning emotions. The Blood Mother's gaze seemed like a roar from the sky, echoing in the ears of every Wrathhorned Beast. The rage and bloodthirstiness in their hearts were completely aroused. At this time, the front line had completely turned into a fight between the two beasts, using all their strength to chop off the enemy's heads and water their blood.

Al looked down at everything. Even though the heavily armored guards that he valued so much suffered heavy damage in the head-on clash with the elite greenskins and fell down in large numbers, he tightly grasped the reins, his heart bleeding, his expression heavy with worry, but he stood still.

He will wait again.

Waiting for the enemy...

"Waaaagh!!!" The black orc used his immense strength to smash the angry-horned beast's halberd, then quickly rushed to its side and knocked the angry-horned beast to the ground with a powerful headbutt. He stepped on the angry-horned beast's back, stepped on the bone spurs on its back, and roared to the sky, announcing yet another victory.

A murderous Shura figure leaped into the battlefield!

The Death Star streaked across the sky, leaving a half-moon of cold light, and the ferocious black orc was cut neatly in half from the left shoulder to the right ribs.

The God-chosen Centaur swung his halberd and with a sweep, knocked the two big guys that rushed over from the side away, and they lay on the ground, breathing heavily.

The moment this blow injured the greenskins, it instantly absorbed and devoured most of their vitality, turning it into blood energy visible to the naked eye, lingering around the halberd and the centaur, and at the same time shattering and destroying their organs and bones.

Under the thick, ferocious mask of the mighty Centaur, the enchantingly beautiful face was already showing a cruel, bloodthirsty grin.

She had been patient for a long time. When the enemy and our side were in chaos and the jagged battle lines were moving closer to the Centaurs supervising the battle on the front line, the Blood Mother's encouragement and roar also rang in her ears.

He is a God of battle, He is a God of conflict, and He is a God who rejoices when war breaks out in the world!

The Blood Mother sent her own offspring to Alina, allowing her chosen one to receive such an honor and become the eternally chosen one, the adoptive mother of the four gods' son, a position second only to the four Chaos Mothers. However, this did not mean that she would stop fighting, manage the household and educate the children, and become a good wife and mother to Ai'er.

The Blood Mother still encourages her chosen ones to step into the battlefield in person, fight in Her name, and dedicate the glory of beheading and defeating powerful enemies and winning victory to the Iron Throne.

By the way, she also helped her adoptive son, who was not ambitious and afraid of death, to fight against powerful enemies...

Al knew that his adoptive centaur mother was not a very patient person. Whether it was when she announced her identity as a adoptive mother to him, or when she took the initiative to invite the boy to soak in the spring, it could be seen that Alina was a very proactive centaur.

The God-chosen Centaurs joined the battlefield, instantly pushing the situation in favor of the tribe.

Covered in armor, her murderous aura was tangible, just like a great demon under the command of the Blood Mother that had fought its way out of the bloody battle in the Chaos Realm. Alina's fate boosted the morale of the angry-horned beasts on the front line!

The Eternal Chosen is high above them, coordinating the overall situation, while the Blood Mother Chosen stands beside them in person, fighting and bleeding with them!

In an instant, the morale and offensive power of the tribe were visibly raised. Anyone who was on the battlefield could not ignore the mighty and ferocious figure like a demon rushing around on the battlefield. Wherever he passed, no big guy could be a match for the Centaur. No matter how powerful and fierce they were in the past, as long as they stood in front of the Centaur, they would be turned into two pieces of dead meat under the halberd.

The soldiers cheered loudly and fought fiercely, and the morale was greatly boosted.

The green-skinned orcs' momentum was thwarted!

Even the strongest Black Orc warrior could not hold out for long under Alina's halberd. He would either be beheaded and dismembered, or be defeated and flee.

It's now!

Most of the greenskin attacking forces have shown signs of decline. Under the command of the Centaurs, they have given up defending their lines and have begun to attack with all their might. The angry-horned beasts followed the sharp spearhead and began to pierce into the greenskin lines. Al could see that a large number of greenskins were still filling in. If nothing unexpected happened, the counterattack launched by the Centaurs would eventually be contained by enemies that outnumbered them by several times.

But he would never let that happen.

In the shouts of the shamans, the power of the Ji Lun Wind was guided and controlled, and finally turned into a majestic force that bloomed upon the earth!

"The wrath of the earth spirit!"

The peaceful and calm winds of the past have now transformed into the most violent force in nature! They roll and stir, turning into a terrible destructive force, distorting the terrain. The ground either cracks, allowing the greenskins to fall in, or bulges into small mounds, disrupting their formation.

Buildings near the spell's area of ​​effect were also affected and collapsed.

Behind the dust, there were many roars with endless rage and bloodthirstiness, and a terrifying army of monsters walked out!

"Blood!"

The bull troops, holding serrated swords and shield axes, whose average height was nearly that of two greenskins stacked together, rushed into the greenskin ranks with red eyes, stepping on the ruins!

Many of the greenskins who were knocked flying had just landed on the ground and had no time to stand up before they were trampled under the hooves of the beasts under the unstoppable charge of the Barbarian Bull Corps and stepped over their corpses.

The scene was spectacular. If Alina's killing was an art of violence that combined sophistication and barbarity, then the attack of the bulls under the leadership of Alastair was the most primitive and wildest slaughter. They hit, smashed, chopped and chopped frantically using weapons, horns, hooves and all available tools. They were like inexhaustible and efficient killing machines, fanatically and quickly attacking all the enemy forces around them.

Compared with the fast, brutal and crazy attack, the attack launched by the clumsy and slow trolls looked like a group of wild beast cubs tearing and playing.

It's bloody and violent, but now.

The Griffin Queen descended from the sky and landed in the general's tent. El looked at his eldest daughter. There was desire in Misha's eyes, the same desire that every El's offspring had.

In the name of the Father, kill the enemy!

Al opened his mask to breathe. A strong smell of blood and dust drifted over. He fanned his nose, cleared his throat, suppressed his body that was trembling with excitement, and said in a serious tone:

"In the name of the Four Mothers, victory belongs to the tribe!"

"Army attack!"

The big wolf girl Hera quickly jumped to the side of the griffin girl like a big dog close to its master. She put her front paws, no, her hands on the griffin's body and touched El's left leg. The huge wolf tail behind her swung quickly with the excitement of her master.

Al touched the fourth child, whose hair was still stained with blood, and Hera narrowed her eyes.

"Don't rush too fast. Stay with the troops. It's best to stay with Alina."

The wolf girl nodded quickly, swung her tail, and after receiving Al's signal, she jumped out again and ran back to her troops.

Al was very nervous, and had been until now. After issuing the order for a decisive battle, the entire legion quickly moved into action, and until the outcome was decided, there was only one way forward: to move forward.

He believed he could win, but there is always a chance of failure.

Ai'er, who was not very pious and should be said to have never truly believed in the Four Mothers, now began to pray silently in his heart to the four goddesses, his mothers, praying that this war would bring another precious period of rest and development to the tribe. At the same time, he also prayed to his "stepmother" Lilith, hoping that this goddess would be more reliable this time, and under the protection of the fog, let the greenskins shift their target to the north, and fight the remnants of the Estalia until the sky turns dark!

As long as we can win this game...win this game!

With one hundred thousand troops stationed on the ocean coast, the goal of reaching the highest peak in the southern country did not seem so far away.

written request for leave

I took a day off because my old man is in the hospital. I am taking care of him today. I have only slept for three hours from yesterday to now. I will have to find a place to hide for a while later.

Fortunately, it was not a serious problem. It was just a viral infection of the lungs and a relatively mild white lung condition, which was much lighter than expected.

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Chapter 167: After the Decisive Battle