The Ominous Lord of the Skaven

Chapter 123 Armored Warrior
"What are they talking about?"

The tribal warriors on the opposite side were chattering, and Ikert couldn't understand a word.

Fortunately, Ikert rescued many humans from the skinning tribe last time.

For this operation, he took Wilbur, the cobbler, as an interpreter.

Regarding the words of these gnolls, Wilbur carefully considered, and then said to Ickert:

"Lord, the wind is too strong, I can't hear clearly, what they probably mean is that you are a worthy opponent!"

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Ickert has been reaching out to feel the wind speed just now. In fact, there is no wind tonight.

When Ickert was speechless, there wasn't even a cool breeze to set off the atmosphere.

Wilbur, you need to find a better excuse!
"According to what you said, the quality of the wolf man is quite high."

"That's true, my lord! Those jackals value the glory of soldiers very much! I don't know which world the jackals came from!"

"Okay, shut up, Lapa, raise your gun for round bullets, and use them as targets for practice."

Ickert ignored Wilbur as a living treasure. After arranging the weapons team to hunt turkeys, he ordered the ambushing teams around:

"Don't shoot until you reach the killing line!"

Then it's time for a happy shooting.

Although there were only Liao Liao six people, the morale of these jackals was frighteningly high.

Even when their companions were brought down with one shot after another, they did not fail.

However, they were still shot and killed halfway.

There was even a bullet that went straight through the two Jackals, smashing them to pieces.

"These are good warriors."

Ickert admired the Gnoll's will to fight.

It's a pity that times have changed, and sooner or later these guys will be swept into the dustbin of history by new weapons.

After the last batch of Horde warriors are dealt with, the entire Ironhide no longer poses any threat.

At least that's how it seemed to Ickert.

However, the fire inside the Iron Tribe was completely extinguished.

This was to be expected since the tribe has wells.

But the purpose of setting fire to create chaos has been achieved, and the Iron Fist tribe has lost its ability to resist.

What should we do with the remaining dozens of gnolls?

I can't afford to raise them, so I can only kill them all.

But to kill, you also need to pay attention to a timing.

These guys, Ickert is still useful.

Ickert intends to persuade him to surrender first.

That's why he brought a translator.

"Wilbur, it's time for you to play, and the third team will cover you."

"Yes, my lord."

Wilbur patted the broken leaves on his body, and walked towards the tribe under the cover of the third team.

The Rats also cut down the

"Cough cough!"

Wilbur stood still, cleared his throat, and shouted to the jackal inside:
"You bastards! Just now! Your chief has been beheaded by my glorious and powerful Master Ikett!"

After Wilbur finished speaking, he immediately kicked Tinhide's head into the tribe like kicking a football.

The head flew across the air, and none of the surviving tribesmen dared to look at that ferocious face.

"Those ridiculous tribal warriors of yours were all killed by my lord with thunder!
think carefully!Did you not hear the thunderous noise?

That is a noble spell that you low animals will never be able to achieve in a lifetime!

Now!Lift your dirty asses and get off the fence!Master Ickert might save your life! "

After Wilbur finished speaking, the gnolls in the tribe had already surrendered.

Biological thing, want to live, not shabby.

"If you don't obey your lord! Your lord can only order the ratmen to swallow you alive!"

"Swallow it alive?"

A gnoll shuddered.

This word may be a bit exaggerated in human grammar, but in the language of gnolls, swallowing alive means eating alive in the physical sense.

As soon as the words came out, even the youngest baby stopped crying.

The wolves began to whisper to each other, and the few remaining fighters looked at the desperate crowd around them, and finally could only sigh.

But just as they were about to go out and surrender, there was a tremor like an earthquake from behind.

The thick steel-covered soles stepped on the ground, followed the signposts formed by the dead warriors, and walked out of the hut under the guidance of life.

Step by step, solid and powerful.

And every time you take a step, the soil on the ground will sink like snow.

"That is?"

"It's Bemke! It's the Warrior of God!"

"That's right! We still have God Warriors!"

During the excited discussion of the wolf people, the figure of the warrior of God gradually appeared.

Some green flames burned in the gaps of the armor, and the drained blood formed countless river-like red and black lines, completely covering the original color of the silver armor.

The exaggerated protruding iron breastplate and strong limbs give it a sense of surging power just by looking at it.

Bemke moved slowly.

But he is always advancing step by step.

This march continued for a long time, until he saw a chubby thing appearing in front of him.

It was Tinhide's head!
Before accepting the transformation, the two sympathetic soldiers chatted for a long time, as if they were old friends.

Bemke admired Tiehide for being strong and healthy, and Tiehide also admired Bemke for his responsibility.

The two should be best comrades in arms.

But why?

Bemke couldn't figure it out.

On the side, the surviving Jackals surrounded him.

"Soldier of God! Help us defend against foreign enemies!"

"No! Warrior of God! You must personally protect the tribe's only fire!"

"Protect us! Warrior of God!"

"We are the only fire left in the tribe! We must be allowed to survive!"

The noisy language irritated Bemke's fragile nerves.

The current state does not allow him to think too much.

And these jackals!As a tribesman under the protection of the chief!Do not live and die with chiefs and warriors!What are you still doing here!
Whenever something happened, he was busy saving his own property, and let the most noble fighters fight to death outside!

When they are all fools!

Bemke couldn't bear it anymore, he punched out, and a jackal was thrown straight into the ground!
Bemke's punch created a pit, and inside the pit was the head of the jackal.

All that remained was a headless corpse, pumping blood in the mud.

The onlookers scattered and fled.

They don't know why the Warrior of God treats his own people like this.

But in order to survive, the remaining Jackals had no choice but to flee, hiding in a corner and watching the battle.

The Warrior of God gently picked up the iron head and placed it on his chest to comfort him.

then,

Squeeze hard!

The mixed substance splashed all over Bemke's armor, and crushing his friend's head did not arouse his sentimentality.

On the contrary, Bemke was happy that he could finally fight side by side with him!
The warrior of the gods returned in silence, removing a pillar from the hut.

Then the seemingly cumbersome warrior actually made a posture like a javelin thrower!

Amid the piercing sound that resounded through the tribe, the thick pillar was thrown vigorously!
(End of this chapter)