Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 383 Fighting
The hotbed of flames that entered the battlefield became a reminder for the rats, and the Skaven standing next to them saw their compatriots vaporize and disappear in this terrifying red light. .

A large number of rats chose to ignore the buff magic on their bodies, and instead timidly thought about how to leave the beach. From the afternoon until now, they have not seen any loss from these hairless things, even fighting those scales. This has never happened.

The suspicious ratman suspected that he could not kill them, but that he would die here.

As the warlord of the Skaven warlord, when he saw the Clan Rat army that had fallen into a state of hesitation, he knew that he had to put the most elite Stormrat in his hands into the battlefield, otherwise it would be difficult for the Clan Rat to gnaw off this hard bone.

After all, he is not the core leadership of the Pestilens clan. The number of absolutely elite plague censer monks is very small, and there are only a large number of clan rats who are not afraid of pain.

"The horned rat walks among us!" The warlord raised the rotten halberd blessed by the plague lord himself, and ordered the storm rats around to charge immediately.

The few black fur mice lined up neatly and approached the front.

Although the Pestilens clan, as an outlier in Skaven society, is very different from their Old World compatriots, these strong black fur rats have proved their worth in this cruel place of the New World.

The Stormrat began to make direct contact with Patunuin's claws, and the great sword cut off the decayed halberd. Before him, he opened his foul-smelling mouth, intending to bite the hairless thing's unprotected elbow.

Oliveira swung a big sword that was as tall as a person, and cut the black-haired mouse in half with never-ending rage. The crimson blood splashed on the dirty breastplate, and there was a little bit of blood. Blood entered the mouth.

Oliveira, who spit out a mouthful, observed the battlefield. The battle situation was tilting towards his own side, but the long-term high-intensity battle caused his physical strength to be exhausted quickly.

His helmet was a piece of equipment bestowed by the court at that time, which could allow the wearer to recover faster, but it was difficult for others to persist.

Most of the effects of the plague have been wiped out. Although it lost its fatality, it still has some subtle effects. This makes the physical strength consumed much faster than expected. Patunuin's claws, who were attacked by the Stormrats, swung their big swords The speed has become a bit slow.

While Oliveira was panting slightly, a familiar voice came from the left, and he couldn't help but look towards the source of the voice.

After a short time, Oliveira's eyes widened.

A mouse that was far stronger than the other black-haired mice was pinching the head of an elf, with a pained expression on its bleeding face.

"The pointy-eared thing. Die! Die!" The warlord threw down the pointed-eared head. As smart as he is, he would definitely not touch the damn thing with the ice crystal sword, and those two murderous gods. No hairy thing, those plague priests who don't know death will hold off, yes, yes.

Oliveira, who saw his men died in battle, did not fall into anger, but gritted his teeth and ordered the soldiers to charge.

"For Caledor! For the Dragon Lord!"

The Great Sword Troop and the Stormrat launched a meat-grinding battle, and often an elf soldier would encounter two or three attacks from the Rats. After knowing that the quality was difficult to compete with, the warlord ordered the Clan Rats to cooperate with the Stormrat as a meat shield, or those slaves mouse.

In any case, in terms of numbers alone, there is no enemy in this world that can match the Skaven.

One after another screams and the clang of metal impact, everyone has more or less the body tissue of the enemy.

The Skavens couldn't stop the great swordsman's violent attack, while those rats who tried to attack from the side stabbed out their weapons with the mentality of wanting to win, but only left a white mark on the armor.

Oliveira engages in a duel with the warlord, with a group of stormrats as guests.

The big sword swung forward suddenly, and a large amount of dark red blood was drawn out from the silver-white sword body, forming a colorful arc.

But the warlord's halberd stabbed out at this moment, and the dark weapon formed a black shadow in the dusk, pointing directly at the elf's face.

Oliveira, who had no time to dodge, chose to use the sword to resist the black shadow out of his long-term fighting intuition, accuracy in distance control, and confidence in the big sword in his opponent's hand.

After a clang echoed, the great sword narrowly stopped the deadly attack at a distance of less than five centimeters from the face.

Misha's Eagle near the beach is still entangled with a large number of rats. Although the soldiers of Kislev were surprised by the miraculous hotbed of flames, they even saw the moving cursed city with their own eyes, and they were only surprised for a short time. For a moment, immediately put your energy into the battlefield.

The hand crossbow had been thrown on the beach. Thirty crossbow arrows, which was a standard number, were shot out in the long battle. They could only fight with the knives against the roaring Skavens.

Lasker gritted his teeth and slashed down with the saber. His tall stature allowed him to gain some advantages. A little time to make the first move was enough to determine life and death on the battlefield.

A plague monk who didn't know what death was was hit in the head with a sword, and the hard skull was cut open from the top, revealing the red and white mixture inside.

There were some fine bones remaining on the drawn sword. When Laskall wanted to finish off the monster, the plague monk had already moved.

The rats who had been split in half were still waving the rusty swords in both hands. There was no so-called skill and method, only the madness of a dying thing.

Laskall swung the shield out with his already numb left arm, so that the monster would never be able to spread the sad plague in this world.

These rats were not afraid of death, which Sergeant Kislev didn't expect. As someone who had served in Kislev's northern army for several years, he had of course encountered many Skavens.

In his impression, as long as the battle situation is not tilted towards them, these rats will easily lose their minds once they are caught in a long-term battle.

But these rat people in Lustria seem to have no idea what death is, the huge number, and the way of fighting without fear of life and death. Even if there are no large monsters in the north of Kislev, they are still extremely terrifying enemy.

"For Esun!" The centurion saw the great swordsman who was already fighting Stormrat, and knew that the current battle had reached the final stage.

As long as this wave of enemies is killed, the landing on Chapeyuto has been successful, and then they will face the endless forest and the ratman frenzy with no end in sight.

"For Erson!"

(End of this chapter)