Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 715 Fighting alone
With a plop, in the dark bad land like a falling meteorite, Belegar shook his head to look for traces of Damian.

But a hungry wolf head drooling with saliva let him know that even with strong support, it would not be an easy task to escape successfully.

He simply hit the shield with his warhammer, using the clang of steel as an incentive to call out the name of Grimnir.

The dwarves swung their hammers not very fast, but they always had an iron will, venting thousands of years of anger to the greenskins. The crude iron weapons in the hands of the goblin boys who came first could not penetrate the meteorite shields.

And even if it was lucky enough to bypass the shield and hit the lighter scale armor, it would be isolated by an invisible layer of magic protection.

Facing thousands of armies, Belegar was not nervous, and even had a vague sense of fate. Fighting alone was the fate of the son of the Angland clan.

Not understood, not respected, just for a little vain hope.

"what!!!"

Belegar, covered by a horned helmet, let out an angry roar and loudly chanted the hatred of the Angrond clan for the greenskins. An invisible wind blew through his body, and his chest-long beard danced wildly, like an evil ghost. The greenskins take revenge.

A sense of fear entered the minds of the green-skinned boys. The figure of the short man seemed to have become very tall, and his eyes seemed to be a three-meter-high dwarf giant.

The hammer fell into the head of the green skin, forming a ball of blood, but the green skin that followed quickly drowned Belegar, and the lone battle was about to collapse.

But the son of Angland did not give in. He just raised his words of hatred by three tones. This low, angry Khazadli language could be heard from a hundred meters away.

Soon Belegar was surrounded by corpses of green-skinned boys. After completely giving up on defense, this descendant of King Loen finally unleashed his potential, and every move was like the roar of thunder.

This king-of-the-mountain temperament reached its peak when he crushed the head of a big war pig with his steel boots.

Belegar, who walked to the pile of corpses, raised his warhammer and shield high, stopped his words of revenge, and stared at the green-skinned boys with fear in their eyes without any emotion.

But if you only know Man Chong, you will inevitably be unable to tolerate Brother Mao's teachings. Several sneaky goblins carrying sharp swords crawled towards Belega's position lying on the gap between the corpses.

The elbow armor, which had multiple defects, was the target of these treacherous goblins. If Dwarf Duozi's arms were destroyed, they would win.

The orc leader, who was familiar with the train of thought, knocked on his shield and challenged Belegar, "Dwarf Duozi, our Scarface tribe is the strongest, and the Anglashi clan is just a dish, ready to serve as a chamber pot for us."

Belegar was furious when he heard the words that insulted the clan. He stepped down from the pile of corpses and walked toward the Black Orc general. His pace was not fast, but he was extremely determined.

Seeing that Dwarf Duozi's attention was focused on him, the orc leader let out a loud waaagh and created an opportunity for the goblin boys to secretly give this Dwarf Duozi a few knives before hacking him to death. This is a kid who is very knowledgeable about the true story of Brother Mao. Only we can understand.

not right...

Belegar suddenly opened his eyes angrily and turned his body to defend himself. The shield that had been drilled into his bones for many years subconsciously covered most of his body, but his right arm was still hit by a knife.

This knife that penetrated into the bone marrow made the dwarf take a breath of air, and the blood slipped for the first time, but it was not the time to care about the injury at the moment. After blocking the attack of four daggers with his shield, he had already used his strength to throw the goblin boy away, and he kicked the goblin away. Sniper with right hand.

He kept walking and twisted his body backwards again. He saw that the leader of the black orcs, who was twice the size of Belegar, had already raised a rough axe, preparing to cut it in half with an unstoppable force.

When he was about to die, a flashback-like scene flashed through Belegar's mind, and his first reaction was to think only of the clan.Sorry, father, Domga...

But fighting alone is not worth advocating. After a pair of big feet descended from the sky and trampled the orc leader to pieces, Damian gave Bellega a hearty smile and signaled to the dwarf who had closed his eyes and waited for death not to lose heart. He was so high just now that he forgot that there was another person. Tactical objectives.

Belega's heart beat suddenly after escaping from death, and he regretted that when faced with the dilemma of life and death, his subconscious reaction was to close his eyes.

After seeing Damian's old face full of flesh, he quickly realized that he had been rescued.

The dwarf prince said in an imperceptible voice, "Thank you."

If it were the Dragon Prince represented by Imric, he would definitely have to tease the dwarves again, but Damian obviously would not do that.

He raised his two swords and stood in front of Belegar. The thick steel armor was already covered with unknown stumps. He smiled at the green-skinned army with a cheerful tone.

"Are you ready, Belega? There are still 10 minutes left."

Belegar, who had adjusted his condition, no longer thought about his weak move just now, stood next to Damian and gave the answer,
"Come on, the greenskins here are not the trash from the mountains at the edge of the northern world."

Damian smiled, showing his white teeth.
"But I like it."

"Me too." Belegar said the same, but in that smile was endless hatred for the greenskins.

If there is still some possibility of resolving the hatred with Assur and using Malekith to take the blame, then it is absolutely impossible for the greenskins to obtain the forgiveness of the dwarves.

The two combinations of spears and shields began to take the initiative to attack. There is no doubt that Damian is far more exaggerated than Belega. He seems to be a machine born for war.

But in order to protect this dwarf, the barbarian must be restrained. There is only one method of group warfare that he is best at. He rushes into the enemy and slaughters them like crazy. He can't do it with an individual standing next to him.

But Belegar had no idea about this. Under the cover of Damian, he could always get results and get one-on-one conditions with the enemy's high-power units. He didn't need to face a large group of boys surrounding him. I don't know how many big guys were killed. The hammer hit his head to pieces.

Just after hammering a war pig and the big guy on it to death, Belegar glanced at Damian and couldn't help but be stunned. The two swords were swung out as fast as the wind, forming afterimages. With the wails and screams, his fingers Meat strips of various sizes kept flying out towards the rear, like a real meat grinder.

No wonder Agrim always likes to partner with Damian. With this terrifying strangulation ability, there is no one else in the Mountain Kingdom.

But there will always be a pause in the battle. As a 12-meter-tall wild giant tramples the ground and comes from the south, the greenskins that are constantly surrounding the tall and short people seem to have received instructions and slowly retreat to the rear. .

The wild orcs, who wore no armor and only wore white war patterns as protective gear, came with songs and dances praising Brother Gaomao. The smell of war-patterned wild boars floated in the wind, like a tide of green-skinned boys. Under the leadership of the big guy, they are ready to have a fight with Dwarf Duozi and the human big guy.

In front of the wild giant, a wild orc warlord riding an extra-large war pig, like a miniature elephant, looked up at the big steel guy. It was this unknown thing that had killed many boys these days, making everyone nervous. No time to dance.

The green-skinned army that had just been fighting the tall and short people suddenly heard the sound of rolling wheels. Amidst the screams of the goblin boy being knocked away and crushed, an orc chariot pulled by four war pigs also followed the trend. Come on, the three-meter-tall orc warlord opened his fangs and said to the advancing barbarian tribe opponent,

"This is my prey, you barbaric cowards, get out of here."

(End of this chapter)