Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 714 Angland Baseball

The dwarf walking alone attracted the attention of the war-marked boy. Although it was strange to meet a dwarf deep in the badlands, action was faster than the brain. This was the racial talent of the green skin.

"There are dwarfs, waagh!"

Belegar's beard trembled slightly. He was not only angry, but also excited because the tactics worked. Usually, the greenskins lured the dwarves into the ambush circle. This time, it was good. The war environment had actually changed in the past thousand years.

The dwarf prince raised his war hammer and hit the round shield hard. When it made a clanging sound, he also roared at the oncoming green-skinned boys,

"I am Belegar, the son of the Angland clan, the blood descendant of King Loen, and a green-skinned orc. Today is the day of revenge!"

Although he didn't hear the meaning of Dwarf Duozi's words, the greenskins, who have been fighting dwarves all year round, still heard the most crucial word - revenge.

"waaagh!!!"

The charge is accompanied by a war cry. When there is no trebuchet that Brother Mao hates, the green boys are invincible.

Seeing the greenskin taking the bait, Belegar raised the corners of his mouth and shouted a command to the pointed ears hiding in the dark,

"Go!"

Although he was not satisfied with Belegar's command, Coster still took the lead and gave the greenskins a heavy blow with the magic hammer. Judging from the momentum alone, it seemed vaguely like the Chaos Dwarf Flame Hammer.

The accurate and deadly spell broke the greenskin's attack. The flame knight carrying a sledgehammer quickly followed up. The flames could not cause any harm to it, but would become a protective umbrella. The smoke and fire were what it belonged to. The battlefield of Caledor.

Seeing Pointy Ears attack, Belega did not follow up and started walking towards the planned route. With the speed of his movement, if he was not prepared in advance, the plan might change.

The wild orc boys, numbering less than a hundred in number, were quickly surrendered. In order to provide some information to the greenskins who were reinforcing them, the group deliberately directed the direction of the corpses - due east.

After deploying the induction information, relying on the acceleration magic provided by the advanced mage, he ran to the southeast according to Belega's guidance. The next target was the Scarface tribe.

The guerrilla war between you and each other lasted for a long time. During this period, without the physical strength magic provided by the life mage at all times, even Caledor Superman would have been a little difficult to persist. In addition, the shadow warriors conducted advance reconnaissance and constantly communicated the route status, barely letting the situation slip. Enter the expected stage.

Covered in dust, Bruni came with the Flameborn knights. The bottomless stone steps - the bitter salt mine - the steel rock, the handover point of the three greenskin warbands, will also be the last step in the implementation of the plan.

The Dragon Prince took the kettle and took a big gulp. His tense face softened a little, and he jokingly asked Belega who was preparing,
"Are you ready to be a human flying machine?"

Belegar cursed and took off the heavy meteorite plate armor, replacing it with the light scale armor provided by the elves. He comforted himself that it was only for movement needs and was by no means meant to be worn.

"Can you guarantee that Damian's jumping power can take me away with him?"

Bruni shrugged and just brought a dwarf with him. Even if he couldn't carry it and jump away, he could still throw Belega a few hundred meters away and away from the central melee area.

"Don't question my decision. Your dwarves' habit of determining ability by age is of no use to Assur. And even based on this theory, I am more than three times smarter than you."

"***." Bellega said a dwarf curse. This was a joke, but it seemed to be the best choice.

Coster, who knew very well when to use the provoking method, grinned and spoke with great disdain for Belega in private, "If you're afraid of death, just let me do it. If you have some backbone, you shouldn't question your comrades." "Who said I have no backbone? I can kill these green-skinned guys with just one hammer." Belega took a final deep breath and drank a mouthful of the unknown green concentrated puree specially provided by the life mage to adjust his body's physical condition.

As a loud roar came from the distance, the action team knew it was time to take the next step. Bruni lifted the collar of Belegar's armor, nodded to the advanced mage, and finally raised the dwarf prince straight with one hand. Keep the soles of your feet one meter above the ground.

Coster, who was the main attacker, laughed and hit the dwarf like a ball, but it was a technical job, and he really didn't dare to do it himself if he didn't have some skills.

He walked to the side of Belegar, held the war hammer behind his shoulders with both hands, and only waited for the mage to make the necessary preparations before sending the short stack up to the sky.

Although the strict Saffrey Azul acted very seriously, the corners of his mouth were twitching crazily, obviously extremely excited about this interesting action.

The life mage holding the green staff first put a petrified body on Bellega to ensure that the damage suffered was minimized when receiving physical damage.

The advanced mage has a lot more tricks, such as the weight-reducing Shenjingruyan, the Savri Shield that provides effective protection, and the magic shield that can create impact in the direction of attack.

After years of collaborative spellcasting, the dwarves' demon-hating physique has not had a serious impact on their faction. The next step will be to see whether Belegar is blessed by the mother goddess.

The dwarf, shrouded in white light, was a little nervous, but when Coster hit a hammer and flew out in a parabola, he knew that the most difficult part had been passed.

A shock wave lifted the elf's long hair, and with it came the excited call of the Vaal priest. Belegar could only vaguely hear it through the howling of the wind.

"Hey, it feels like the past."

In the dark night, the dwarf turned into a cannonball and sprinted through the air. The dazzling white light became particularly attractive, and the collection of harmonies that could amplify the sound fully demonstrated its effect in the dwarf's roar.

"You green-skinned thing, I am your executioner - Belegar. If you are brave, come and fight with me! This is the battlefield of the Angrond clan!"

Meteors streaked across the sky, like meteorites hitting the calm ground, causing an uproar.

To the greenskins along the way, this was a short stack flying in the sky, provoking him with a louder voice than the boss, which made Brother Mao shout heresy when he saw it.

"Kill Dwarf Duozi!"

"Brother Mao is the one on top, this is so waaagh."

Various calls came with the sound of footsteps trampling the earth, and the place where they gathered was in the north where Damian kept roaring.

No one knew how many greenskins were dispatched this time. The action team hiding in the dark only knew that after about half an hour, the ground kept shaking, and the strong stench carried by the wind was killing the elves.

Belle's acceleration when flying in the air is not very fast. In order to attract as much attention as possible, he has put on an anti-gravity magic pendant. Although the effect is weakened by the dwarf's demon-hating physique, it is still successful.

After all, with the green-skinned mind, as soon as the boss starts running, the remaining boys will definitely think that they are going to have a serious fight.

A show that attracts the attention of a large number of greenskins, this is the opportunity Belegar needs to win for the clan's expeditionary force, try to avoid casualties on the march, and make all preparations for the battle of recovery for his eldest brother.

(End of this chapter)