Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 134 Chapter 130

One-Eye of the Plains had been fitted with a gnarled iron arm, bigger and waaag, but the sting of missing limbs shamed him.

Pain was nothing to the green skins, even if their skins were all festered, it would only feel uncomfortable, but they were defeated but not dead, which made them feel painful.

Generally speaking, the green skin only cares about whether he can survive, and then set off a bigger waaagh, but the martial madness of the Bretonnian obviously didn't penetrate the green skin's bones, which made the black orc obsessed with this feeling.

The same race in the southern badlands will probably laugh at its idea, but it has to be said that Cyclops is more human than human in this respect, which is why the first generation Granset did not kill it.

If it wasn't for the fact that the green skin couldn't transform, he might have been kissed by blood!

During this time, Cyclops received many challenges, but it didn't matter, those maggots were no match for him at all. When he killed the boy, he accumulated too much iron armor.

A clever goblin proposed to use the armor of those losers to build a waaagh-enough iron hand. They probably don't know why the thing that is directly glued to the arm can move.

Maybe they think this thing moves.

As a result, Cyclops got a terrifying arm that shone with silver light. The rough iron arm only had huge iron teeth like clamps, not fingers at all.

But for One-Eyed, even needing goblins to feed him is better than not being able to fight.

The Vampire Earl did not destroy him, on the contrary, One Eye became stronger at this moment, and this big, flashing giant hand made him admired by more boys.

Soon, the scattered army gathered again, and the greenskins surpassed most of the old world races in action in front of things that were waaagh and big enough.

This is also the root cause of this race being feared by other beings in the old world.

But Cyclops soon realized that the vampires could not be defeated by his own troops, he needed allies, and the forest was indeed full of life force.

When the Greenskins were attacked by the Beastmen, the two worst things mixed together, when the two races that Sigmar once defeated completed an alliance of force, it must be overwhelming!
But how could the Beastmen communicate with the Greenskins?
One-eyed quickly found a more convenient way to drive those hoofed races towards the castle with his huge hand.

How many Beastmen are there in a forest, even if you ask them, they can't answer clearly.

But today the loud voices of the green boys urged them out of the forest, and the beasts galloped, and the cluttered and lonely tribes of beastmen rushed out of the forest, chased by the horns of the orcs and a large number of boys.

The bighorn beast is constantly appeasing its own tribe, but soon, several teams of specially equipped green-skinned orcs will cut off its head. A single tribe is too weak in the face of regular army-level greenskins.

Even if there is a few hard bones occupying one or two scattered dimensional stones, the warrior has a mutation, can resist the attack of the kid, or has the strength of a warhorn beast, but he cannot become the opponent of the one-eyed black orc. "Rock" would also be a toy for orcs.

At this moment, Cyclops was sitting on the huge chariot shaped by his own boy, and only five or six orcs could support it to walk on the plain when it grew a lot bigger.

"Haha, as I said, those with horns can be used." He said to himself, as if talking to his iron arm, maybe the challenger he killed really resided on it?
When the charge from the forest to the plain comes, flesh, horns, and madness are displayed in front of the dead. If it is a fully armed soldier, the charge of a group of hundreds of horned beasts may be ineffective, but it is already unstoppable for skeletons and zombies. .

When Brionne was trampled by the horned hooves on the filthy plain, the necromancer obviously didn't realize what happened, surprised, abrupt, skeletons and zombies were not afraid of death, and formed walls with broken bodies.

Their rough structure resisted the charge of the horned beasts, and the tattered blade pierced into the flesh, but made the horned beasts even more crazy.

It was both welcome and unsettling that Roel could see the situation from his perch on the hillside.

Things, the faster the battle situation becomes, the worse things will be. When the green skins make a comeback, the three-way war will be infinitely prolonged.

As long as one side has a flaw, it will attract group attacks, but hunters will also fight each other, and it may end up fighting for a year and a half.

Don't let your troops be exposed, and kill both of them at the best opportunity, this is the fight between the snipe and the clam, and the fisherman benefits!

Elena asked now. "what happens?"

Roel got out of the way so that she could also see the battle, and then the elf's face showed surprise. "The greenskins are back?"

Roel replied. "The dwarves know better, this group of guys is like this, they can't be killed, they can't be killed, they will only become happier and happier."

When the girl's peep became clearer and clearer, the less than one kilometer-wide battlefield turned into a terrifying meat grinder.

Bloodthirsty giant bats the size of small dogs flew down from the castle walls and gnawed at the horned beast's flesh. Skeletons and zombies were knocked over, but there was more.

The horned beasts have no will to fight. When they find that there is a castle where they hit, many of them want to go around or escape, which causes a lot of trampling.

There are even more crackling sounds on the battlefield than the clashing of warhammer blades, chaos and noise, blood, flesh, and screams.

The undead suffered heavy losses, and the formation gradually collapsed. The orcs looked at the enemies with a sneer.

They are the blades, and the orc boy is. Compared with those disgusting horned beasts, the armor on their bodies and the machetes in their hands are more terrifying.

If you look down from the castle, it is a green blade inserted into the skeletons and corpses, cutting the entire formation like a hot knife.

One-eyed laughed and jumped out of his rickshaw, grabbed four or five withered heads with giant pincers, and crushed them like walnuts.

"Ha, I, cool!"

The necromancer stood on the wall, his hands in his robes, watching the damn thing ruin his soldiers, which was the last thing he could bear.

The mages of Mousillon, the nobles, must not allow the greenskins to play on his head as anger rolled over his head.

The wind of death whizzed by his side, and groups of corpses stepped out of the destroyed gate and walked out from the inside of the castle.

They are powerful and have good armor, enough to withstand the enemy's attack.

The horned beasts seemed to hit the wall, jingle bells, jingle bells, and the wights had blue fire in their pupils and wore black armor. They used to be the best knights in Bretonnia, but now they are the shields of monsters.

Seeing his old opponent, One-eyed haha ​​raised the giant pincers, followed his kid, and grabbed a poor wight. The giant pincers creaked until its struggling body was powdered.

(End of this chapter)