The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 227 The Brawl in the Chess Room
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Continuous tongues of flames began to spurt from the bottom of the helicopter, and projectiles with explosive fuzes flew out of the muzzle and flew towards the group of angry monsters.

Compared with the arrows of the Cossack warriors, the angry demons had never seen such a projectile that would explode in the air, and they were all crying for their father and mother, screaming and dodging.

quack-

There were also some angry monsters who tried to use their claws to attack these dwarf helicopters, but how could their little claws penetrate the solid shell forged of refined iron?

Looking out of the window at the angry monsters who kept destroying their helicopters with their claws, the eyes of the dwarf driver's sunglasses were glaring, and the little beard of the character lake trembled wildly. He pushed the joystick and said angrily:
"You damn bastards, the paint I just put on a while ago was ruined by you again, can't you be considerate of me!"

buzzing-

The propeller blades composed of sharp blades can easily tear the Fury Monster in half, like the scythe of death, constantly harvesting these chaotic smashed lives.

There is a disadvantage of dwarves' technological research and development, that is, the development and acceptance of new weapons are usually extremely slow.

For those old-fashioned dwarf craftsmen, the weapons that have been researched for hundreds of years will definitely be stronger and more durable than the hastily manufactured weapons.

This also led to the fact that although the technology of the dwarves is leading the world, it takes hundreds of years to come up with new technology because it is often blocked by the elders.

During this period, races like ratmen and humans can easily overtake the dwarves in technology, which is also a shortcoming that cannot be changed by the nature of the dwarves.

But this result also brings an advantage:
That is, the war weapons made by the dwarves are surprisingly reliable!
Whether rifled rifles or cannons, these weapons have been honed for hundreds of years with unrivaled precision and power.

As a means of transportation for the dwarves to communicate between the kingdoms, the helicopter is no longer a simple rotorcraft made of mill windmills and canvas in the early days, but a complete war machine.

There was even a legend that a pilot used the whirling blade on the helicopter to cut the neck of a young dragon through superb driving skills!

Although the authenticity of the story has long been unknown, it is enough to show the power of the dwarf helicopter.

Looking at the angry monsters falling in the sky and the helicopters fighting bravely, the dwarf supreme king on the city wall - Erickson also showed a joyful smile on his face.

Peter looked enviously at the mighty dwarf helicopter in the sky, and complained enviously:

"It's a pity that we in Kislev don't have any flying creatures and industrial machine tools that can be domesticated, otherwise we wouldn't even have a thing that can go to the sky."

"Hahaha, this is the highest core of our dwarf industry. It is no exaggeration to say that even if we give you the design blueprints, you will not be able to research it without spending hundreds of years!"

Erickson showed off to Peter proudly, obviously very confident in the power of dwarf technology.

It's a pity that the advantage that the dwarf helicopter has gained in the air battle situation can't have any impact on the increasingly corrupt situation on the ground:

As time passed, more and more Khorne warriors began to climb the long ladder to the castle, and began to fight fiercely with the Cossack warriors above.

"Hold them and buy time for the gunners on the tower to output!"

After splitting the head of the Khorne warrior in front of him with an axe, the nobleman looked at the minaret and the third transfer station, which were constantly firing shells, and kept giving orders to delay time.

Thanks to the narrow bridge deck that cannot accommodate too many people, the Khorne warriors crowded on the bridge deck became a fixed target for artillery.

All kinds of shells landed on the bridge, and each shelling could easily take the lives of several or even a dozen Khorne warriors, causing a bloody spray among the crowd.

At the same time, the dwarven helicopters that had dealt with the angry monsters in the air also began to support the castle, and the helicopters equipped with brimstone guns began to burn the climbing Khorne warriors with flames.

Meanwhile, rapid-fire guns and hurled bombs poured out a ghastly dynamism, sifting the Khorne soldiers on the bridge.

For a moment, the entire battlefield fell into a stalemate. All kinds of broken limbs and arms were flying in the air, and the splashed blood fell like raindrops.

"Hmph, after all, these short mounds huddled in the mountains are as incompetent as Mrs. Kisley. It's wishful thinking to stop the blood god's army with such a despicable weapon!"

There was a look of disdain on Sigurd's face, and then he turned the rune battle ax back towards the sky, and a red wave visible to the naked eye flew towards the sky instantly.

That is the signal to launch a general attack!
hold head high--

A dragon's roar resounding through the sky came from behind, and the hundreds of thousands of Norscans on standby immediately looked back excitedly:

Several black dragons with a length of hundreds of meters and an ominous aura all over their bodies were flying towards this side, and their two ferocious heads kept roaring.

They are corrupted Chaos Demon Dragons, and they are all Silver Moon Dragons!
(not to be confused with games, this refers to age)
On the wall of Plago, the faces of Peter and Erickson immediately darkened, and at the same time they ordered the surrounding gunners:
"Aim the muzzle at the sky, and prepare all idle artillery for air defense!"

"Let the helicopters withdraw, hurry up and get the organ guns ready, if these dragons dare to come over, I will reward them with a shuttle!"

After receiving the order, the idle cannons began to load iron ball shells with stronger armor-piercing capabilities. The gunners all nervously aimed their aim at the air, waiting for the approach of the dragon.

They didn't have much fear in their hearts. After all, the Sigmar Empire next door had killed a Shining Star Dragon with a cannon, so they all had the bottom line in their hearts.

Human beings have never lacked the courage to face danger, and the only thing they fear is the unknown itself.

With the retreat of the dwarf helicopter, the situation at the second transfer station suddenly became precarious, and even the city gate was about to be breached by the Minotaur.

Looking at the nearly a hundred Chaos Warriors who had already climbed the city wall, and the cracks that had begun to appear on the iron city gate, the noble officer gritted his teeth and made the same decision as the first transfer station:

"All the Cossack fighters stay behind and cover the retreat of the artillery and firing troops. We will do our best to drag them here!"

On the Chaos Wasteland, hundreds of thousands of Norscans are forming hundreds of huge phalanxes of thousands of people, roaring towards Prager.

The blood of countless Chaos Warriors and Minotaurs was spilled on the ground.However, as the Lord of Chaos, Sigurd didn't have any distress, but kept secretly laughing in his heart.

With so much blood and fighting, it must be able to please the great blood god, right?

How did he know that his Lord Blood God was sulking right now.

——— Warp, on the Brass Throne
On the brass throne covered in endless rage and skulls, Khorne was staring at the silver portal in front of him with an angry gaze enough to cause a warp rift.

"Hmph~ A mere elf god wants to participate in my meticulously prepared blood donation feast, he is simply impatient!"

Seeing that the destination of this portal was Prago, Khorne immediately roared angrily, and the entire subspace seemed to be shaken by the roar.

A majestic blood-red subspace energy immediately flew out from the brass throne, flying towards this silver light with an overwhelming force of destruction.

He managed to get a good card, and was about to call the landlord Leheleha, but unexpectedly, he was robbed of the landlord!
The most exaggerated thing was that this female elf suddenly placed a chair between the four of them, as if forcing her way into the poker table!
Can this be tolerated? !
The red energy is like Khorne's big hand, ready to forcibly take away the card stolen by the silver energy, and then expel it from the chess and card room.

And at the other end of the table, the pink energy was squirming dissatisfied with Khorne's roar, as if it was disturbed when trying to find a way to cheat;
The other green energy exudes a harmonious atmosphere, just like a kind elder is preparing to use his years of experience in playing cards to be ready to grab the landlord at any time.

The red energy is constantly pressing towards Yinguang, who just joined the chess and card room is like a newcomer, precarious under the pressure of Khorne's powerful momentum...

slap~
Suddenly, a blue energy directly hit Khorne's outstretched hand, and then, taking advantage of the red energy's dazed effort, he took the initiative to help the fragile Silver Light repair the portal!

boom--

The entire chess and card room trembled instantly because of Khorne's angry stomping. Several cards that were originally on the Khorne chess table turned into Chaos Eggs and jumped off the chess table with strange screams.

Even the two energies, which were originally busy on their own, were attracted by this vibration, and looked here curiously, to see if there was a chance to peek at the cards.

"Blue chicken! What do you mean?!"

"Bahahaha - guess what?"

In the subspace, the war between the [Lord of Blood] and the [Lord of Changes] started without warning, and countless demon legions began to join the new war.

Even the other two evil gods briefly withdrew their eyes from the chess table, and looked at the two 'bear children' who threw cards into the opponent's field with a smile on their faces.

Even at this moment, the four evil gods briefly forgot about the flash of silver light and the chair quietly placed between them.

(End of this chapter)