Warhammer

Even at the risk of having their homes slaughtered, the vassal army united in launching a large-scale uprising. Their defense line was separated from the defense line of the pirate headquarters by ditches and chevaux de frise in between, as well as at least several teams of gunners and artillerymen. The muzzles of their guns and cannons were always aimed at the backs of the Estalians. As long as they showed signs of turning around to flee or rebelling, the pirates would open fire instantly.

The pirates just wanted them to consume the coalition forces' strength. Even if the vassal troops were all killed, it would have no impact on the pirates.

Knowing this, Sigrit was very concerned. The contradictory feeling of hating pirates but feeling powerless against reality permeated the hearts of tens of thousands of Estalia soldiers.

On the other hand, the beastmen and humans on the opposite side of the coalition were real comrades. Sieglet even remembered that there were two powerful heavily-armored beastmen, each of whom could defeat at least four or five people besieging them. They turned back despite the threat of spears and swords and forced back their spear formation, just to take away a human corpse on the ground.

Those were the Estalia in the coalition. In the minds of Sigurd and the others, they were the kingdom’s army, their own army…in the past.

Because of the associations brought about by the skull, Sieglet's mood became even worse. He sighed, took out a piece of cloth that had been soaked in water in advance, held the broken skull in one hand, and vigorously wiped the dried and scabbed blood stains on its face.

"My dear, maybe I should envy you. You died here in battle. Even though it's not glorious, at least someone will collect your body... But when it's our turn to go to Valhalla and continue to be loyal to the goddess, we may not be so lucky."

He sighed and decided to take the head back to see if anyone could recognize his identity. His face was not damaged, but there was a blow on the back of his head by an axe.

Suddenly, the fog in front of me shook violently.

Sieglet was confused, he thought he was hallucinating, he tucked his head under his armpits and looked into the fog, it was still not thick, he could see the huge camp of the coalition forces in the distance, it was dark, but no matter how clear it was, it was not real.

When he wondered if he was really hallucinating, the fog in front of his eyes shook violently again, as if someone was holding a huge, lifelike painting in front of him, causing Sieglet to mistake the scene in the painting for reality, and then shaking the frame up and down to make him notice the abnormality.

Sieglet was stunned!

He even ignored the vibrations in the ground beneath his feet.

A red and black figure suddenly rushed out from the "picture frame"!

A beastman!

It’s still an “iron beast” covered in heavy armor!

It held a shield in one hand and a huge, serrated sword in the other, and its eyes behind the visor were a violent scarlet.

The weapon that Sieglet had tucked under his armpit rolled to the ground along with his helmet. The soldier made the most fortunate move in his life.

He didn't run away, nor did he fight to the death. Instead, his legs were trembling, and he had lost control of his body due to fear. Even the action of "kneeling down" required him to try his best.

Sieglet knelt down, right behind the wooden stake, lowered his head, and stared at the growth rings on the stump in a daze, his brain completely giving up thinking.

"Crack!"

Falling aside, the head that Sieglet promised to "take you back" with its helmet was stepped on by an iron boot, making a crackling sound like a broken watermelon.

A trace of blood splashed on Sieglet's face, cold and smelly. His body did not move at all. He just knelt behind the tree stump with his head down. The vibrations from the outside world and the countless tribal warriors running past him had nothing to do with this little soldier. He left his fate to all those who could judge him. This battle had nothing to do with him for the time being.

.........

The red flags fluttered in the wind and the war drums rumbled.

The brief stalemate has come to an end, and Ai'er will never allow his legion's expedition to stagnate here.

Even going backwards is better than standing still!

Apart from wasting time, the confrontation period was not without benefits for both sides.

The pirates therefore prepared a number of crude fortifications to strengthen their own defenses, while the tribes...

The wisecorns who worship the Supreme Eagle have been holding conduction ceremonies non-stop these past few days, gathering the magical winds from all directions here. Although the results of the past few days cannot support the tribal spellcasters for a long time, as they do in the Pina Forest, as long as their body and mind can still bear the burden of guiding the magical wind, they can use the power of magic without worries.

But it is enough to support the end of a fierce battle.

"Mirror Palace Overthrow"

A huge mirror spell was released in the middle of the battlefield, assisted by fog, so that all the sights from the pirates were confused by the previous mirror. This was not a simple perception or mental or magical deception, but an interception, mapping fragments of a certain period of time in the scene into reality, achieving an almost undetectable deception!

Allow Ai'er's army to mobilize under the enemy's nose and approach the pirate army's defense line quietly!

attack!

When the first angry-horned beast approached the outermost line of the servant army's defense and jumped out of the spell shield, the soldiers leaning on their spears were still yawning in boredom.

Before they could react and mount an effective resistance, several short axes were thrown from the tribal army's formation, ending their lives.

The red and black torrent swept in with unstoppable force, destroying resistance and collapsing defenses.

"Skull offering to the throne!"

The deafening war roar shattered the tranquility of the early morning. Blood was boiling and the fighting spirit was high. The hazy sky seemed to be covered with a layer of blood, representing the great power in the chaos. The lord of blood, fire and fighting had his sights set on this place.

The black and red army that covered the mountains and plains had almost destroyed the pirates' left wing with only a portion of their strength. They had to pay a huge price to let the Nagas take action and summon the descendants of dragons and snakes to fight against the blessed bull.

And now, the tribe they are facing is—all of them!

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood Mother!"

Chapter 69: The tribe is the most powerful!

The earth was bleeding, and painful groans and miserable wails filled every corner of the battlefield.

In addition to such a massive fight, those who are delighted by it include not only the areas controlled by the Iron Throne, but also the scavengers in the mortal world.

Flocks of crows have begun to appear and wander around the edge of the battlefield. They are low-intelligence beasts, but they are also a symbolic race of the omniscient.

There were at least two gods watching the battle from behind Aiur. The Rejoicer was not very interested in fighting and struggling unless there was the fun she was looking for before, during, and after the battle.

The Mother Goddess silently shed tears for those warriors who perished in this bloody battle, and who brought more "positives" than "negatives" to the world. Most of them may not worship the Mother Goddess, and many are even old believers who still believe in Myrmidia and have only a vague concept of the faith in the Four Mothers.

But this did not prevent the loving mother from crying for the disappearance of their flesh and blood and the passing of their souls, as she once confided to Al:

She could hear the cries of every dying, painful soul, as all things withered away, and she instinctively prayed to the grandmother god who represented all the mercy and love in the world.

'Merciful One! Mother! Save me, save me!'

The sadness at this time is so strong that the Paradise of Heaven, which is the weakest among the new four gods, will emit the largest and most dazzling light of mercy in the Chaos Realm at this moment. Many suffering souls will be attracted by this light when they fly towards the realm of the gods they believe in or drift aimlessly in the subspace. The pain in their souls will be alleviated, and their broken and shattered minds will be comforted. At this moment, the souls of many believers will realize the great power of the benevolent Mother Earth, the Benefactor, and the grandmother god, and the love that transcends all things and all gods in the sky, and the love for all life in this world, and choose to enter the Paradise of Heaven and become the blessed people under the protection of the grandmother god...

Of course, what is going on in the Chaos Realm has nothing to do with Al for the time being. He is determined and has only one goal:

Severely damage or destroy this "last enemy" army in the South.

At this time, nearly three hours had passed since they used the "Mirror Palace Cover" spell to conceal the whereabouts of the entire army and launch a surprise attack under the enemy's nose.

Whether it is the tribal coalition or the pirate coalition, the defense lines of both sides have now become jagged, with the enemy's lines concave and ours convex, like two perfectly fitting saw teeth stuck together.

At the feet and behind the tribe's army was a bloody road paved with endless blood and corpses. The Estalia, Sartosa warriors, zombie sailors, and those strange alien races from all over the world, even the beautiful Nagas with mysterious charm and their tamed snakes, anyone who did not kneel down and give up resistance in time would be turned into a broken corpse under the swords and axes of the tribe.

The vassal army had completely collapsed. Even if the pirate warlords were so crazy as to fire at the deserters with cannons, blasting a path of broken flesh and blood through the crowd, more fleeing soldiers would fill the position the next moment, leaping desperately to the rear of the front line.

The musketeers, who served as the supervisors of the battle, only had time to fire three times at the deserters before they were dispersed and squeezed out of the ranks by the increasing number of retreating vassal troops.

Following them were the tribal soldiers who, under Al's orders, deliberately drove away the deserters and attacked the second and most important line of defense for the pirates.

After the army was brought in, after days and nights of prayer ceremonies and treatment, as well as the blessing of Commander El himself who was willing to sacrifice his own strength to heal her injuries, the six-armed bull Alastair returned to the battlefield. The wounds caused by the pirate cannon on her had healed, and the damage to her armor shell had also been repaired by the power of the Blood Mother.

The terrifying beast stepped onto the battlefield and dealt a heavy blow to the enemy's morale. They thought that they had severely damaged Alastair through the battle that day and had eliminated this great general of the tribe.

However, the pirates did not have any behemoth units that could compete with them.

This time, Al would not let the enemy spellcasters take advantage of him. After defeating the enemy's air force composed of ferocious bats and zombie shooters hanging on claws, the monster army that soared into the sky had already gained air superiority. Although the price was the casualties of several monsters, the losses were minor.

As a result, the sky over the battlefield was completely dominated by the tribe. Dragons, griffins, and manticores hovered over the enemy's heads, and from time to time they roared and swooped down, overturning the ranks, killing gunners, or interfering with the firing of artillery.

Those units that are spellcasters or suspected to be spellcasters are the focus of the monsters under the command of El, in addition to the characters that are suspected to be commanders.

Although pirates are not like the armies of vampires and necromancers, where the death of the core commander, who is the core of the entire army, would easily lead to the loss of the power to maintain the army and collapse, they also rely heavily on the authority and notoriety of the captains and leaders to command.

And because of the united nature of the pirate gangs, just like their arrangements for their vassal armies, their own teams are often composed of one ship, several ships, or a pirate force, or they use the core figures from a ship as middle-level and grassroots commanders, each leading their own subordinates to be responsible for a position.

Killing a boatswain, first mate or captain can easily cause the morale of enemies in a certain area to plummet, and even cause them to retreat.

The pirates' firepower advantage caused considerable casualties to the tribe during the battle, but because of the sudden attack, there were also armored giants - even larger than giants, perhaps comparable to those long-extinct giant ancestors, sky Titans who built huge castles above the mountains and sea of ​​clouds, and the blessed bull Alastair who rampaged through the battle line with a huge body and agility that was inconsistent with her size... Strictly speaking, it was a kind of "violent", that is, every attack and action was filled with anger and the urge to release anger, making her movements look so full of "swift violence" or "violent swiftness".

Wherever there is a complete formation of enemies and effective resistance, Alastair will rush there spontaneously. Her body is so huge that she is a deadly weapon in itself. Even if she pounces on the pirates and rolls on the pirates' phalanx, she can cause consequences comparable to several dump trucks drifting through a dense crowd at a speed that can break space.

The lack of high-end combat power meant that even though the pirates' brain, the command center, continued to operate effectively, constantly issued orders, adjusted the battle lines, and defended with all its might, it could only retreat step by step under the swift offensive of the tribes that broke through their numerical advantage with their quality advantage.

The skull magic cannons spewed out hot, destructive breath wantonly, causing huge casualties in the dense array that the pirates had taken to resist the powerful impact of the tribal coalition. As the killing continued and the blood flowed, these seemingly living, unique "demon"-shaped cannons also exuded a more intense blood energy, and the "cannonballs" they fired - could directly stuff the heads of enemies harvested on the battlefield into them, with the same effect.

The power is greater and the firing interval is shorter, making Al call it an early version of the Medieval Machine Spirit.

In this battle, Misha has shown that her command ability is not inferior to that of her young father. Al is only responsible for the overall strategic planning, but the detailed issues on the ground, from the position of each brigade and the current progress to the layout of the entire battlefield, the overall direction and situation; the eldest daughter has shown amazing talent and learning ability, and can carry out Al's arrangements effectively and excellently.

Of course, there is also assistance from Kael'thas and other descendants.

As time went on, the balance of the battle completely tipped towards the tribe.

This battle made Al realize:

The Four Mothers laid the foundation for him, and the tribal beastman army that El personally deployed, commanded, and developed was undoubtedly the most powerful force on the chessboard of the entire southern world in terms of offensive capability alone.

none of them.

After all, the greenskins have been touched by him, although they are not the absolute main force.

An hour ago, the pirates had been forced to send out their reserve troops to fill the gaps in the battle line, but under the increasingly courageous offensive of the tribal army, they could only delay their defeat.

The fruits of victory are about to fall into Al's mouth.

After this battle, with the power of a great victory, we liberated Margarita, subdued the southeast, recruited soldiers, trained soldiers, preached, and led the Northern Expedition!

The Southern Kingdom was thus declared to be reunified!

But apparently, he was not the only ardent pursuer of the goddess of "victory" who had not yet appeared in the medieval world.

The same is true in this battle.

Outside the battlefield between the two armies, there is the ruined city of Tolosa, which is now located behind the tribal coalition forces. The ruins of the entire city are trembling horribly with the movement underground!

Chapter 70: The Great Horned Rat Walks Among Us!

The ruins of Tolosa were shaking, and the ground suddenly collapsed, forming countless huge pits, leading to the deep and terrifying darkness.

First, scarlet dots of "light and fire" appeared in the darkness, and then a tide of rats consisting of countless screaming and running rats poured out from the underground passage!

Countless hunched, furtive figures gathered together densely, emitting foul odors and evil hisses.

Tolosa, the underground of this ruin was quietly dug out by the Skaven rats who were once driven out of the Old World and exiled to unknown areas, but now have returned to join the huge Waaaagh raised by the greenskins, intending to re-enter the Old World, turning the underground of Tolosa into their huge soldier cave.

Countless "special beastmen", Skaven rats, were running wildly, with only dirty fur and tattered and equally dirty cloth wrapped around their bodies, holding spears and round shields full of holes and gaps, or simply made of sharpened stones tied to a crooked long stick. They rushed out of the dark dungeon, like a flood breaking through a dam, and quickly spread over the ruins of the city that once belonged to civilization.

"when!"

Ring the bell once!

Thank you to the incarnation in black for ringing the sacred pendulum!

"Dang~"

Ring the bell twice!

Praise the manifestation of corruption and sow the seeds of evil to germinate in the mortal world!

"Dang~"

Ring the bell three times!

Thank you, Horned Holy Spirit! Give us the mess and filth to cleanse the foolish creation of clean and tidy civilization!

.........

The unclean bell rang, and all the non-Skaven rats who heard the bell felt a palpitation in their hearts and a feeling of nausea and vomiting in their bodies.

The fanatical Skaven slave rats, who were in a stage of high morale, overwhelming numbers and unstoppable strength, seemed to be released into a collective frenzy after hearing the bell ring. The emotions revealed in their scarlet eyes became more fanatical and cruel, and their bodies moved two times faster, rushing impatiently towards the victory or death that was waiting for them.

The huge tide of rats seemed like a flood with no end in sight. As the bells rang, they kept pouring out from under the ruins of the city. Their numbers kept increasing, so much so that when Al looked at it through the Blessing of Omniscience, he saw that the huge, bright red that suddenly appeared in the back formed an especially eye-catching flare, which was growing larger as the Skaven rats' formation unfolded.

"Rat!"

Al spat. In fact, before the first bell rang, he had already sensed the hostility surging from behind the tribal army and underground in Tolosa.

The previous speculation has come true. The map inexplicably caught fire and started to burn from Tolosa. The pirates did not send troops to seize the key node of Tolosa and build a fortress. The main force of the army was outside to help each other and resist the tribe. Instead, at such a critical moment, they chose to march slowly, and then suddenly accelerated to stop the tribe's eastward expedition near Tolosa.

All this is because their allies have long been ambushed underground in this ruin. They are the third force of the greenskins in this war, and the best auxiliary of the destruction camp second only to the main body of the greenskins in this Waaaagh.

Skaven.

Although they were not well-known in this war that affected the entire southern world and only began to spread in the north, the occupied areas in the south still believed that their main enemy was the coalition of greenskins and Sartosa pirates, and they only treated the "urban anomalies" of the evil rats walking in the sewers and building underground cities under the cities as legends.

But it undoubtedly played the most important role in this war. It can even be said that without the support and help of the Skaven, the greenskins' Waaaagh would not have been able to be launched at all.

Even if it had been successfully developed, it would not have been so smooth and reached the current scale.

Assassinate the prince of the city, put the blame on the neighboring country, and provoke the confrontation between the north and the south; connect with the pirates for the greenskins and infiltrate the southern kingdom; use the killer to attack the invincible fleet, causing the destruction of the port of Margarita, the annihilation of the fleet, and being easily besieged by the greenskins who came across the sea. Lost the commander of various places...

The "Sacred Forest", which deceived the enemy into thinking it was a vital fortress gate for the tribe, was also breached with the assistance of the ratmen engineers. If they had not underestimated the power of the tribe, they would not have expected that Aiur had the incredible ability to change the battlefield situation by underground teleportation, and could have sent the army into the battlefield at any time, attacked from both inside and outside, and annihilated the vanguard army of the greenskins invading Pina.