Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 716 Heading towards Bafeng Mountain
The wild orc warlord hit the dishonest war pig with a bone hammer and roared from a distance of a hundred meters.

"I heard Brother Ge's thoughts. As long as we defeat this steel thing, I will be the boss of this land. Get out of here, you little brat."

In fact, there is not much irony among the greenskins. When it comes to it, they are just mocking each other for having the same courage and strength as the grunts. But one thing is certain, they are better at using their hands than using their mouths.

But now there is a steel thing that is more valuable for fighting, and there are obvious differences between the two groups. For the time being, let go of the idea of ​​fighting to be the boss.

But as the number of tribes and warbands attracted by the Belegar sent meteors increases, this delicate balance seems to be broken. Who can refuse to kill the steel thing and become the boss of the Badlands?

An orc warlord who was so huge that even the wild boar chariot could not carry it dragged a battle ax the size of a door panel and walked towards Damian, ignoring the muttering boys beside him.

This is what Brother Go is thinking. As long as we kill this steel thing, we will be the most capable boys and the most waaaagh tribe.

Seeing that his competitor was about to confront Damian, the wild orc warlord who was the first to appear did not hesitate. He raised his bone club and it was unclear whether he was aiming at the steel object or trying to rob his opponent. The orc warlord roared,

"We can't let him snatch it away, give it to me, boys, waaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

"waaaagh!!!"

Seeing that a fight was about to begin, the orcs who thought they were the best in fighting were also mindless. We boys were born to fight. We were either fighting or on the way to a fight.

There was no need for the warlord to remind them. The greenskins, whose tribes could no longer be divided into different tribes, ran toward the central area. An invisible energy field enveloped their green skin. The shaman shouted before blowing his head off, "Follow me." The orc leader roared and yelled at the boys for working hard and giving them a few more teeth if they won the battle.

The wind could not blow away the smoke and dust from the multiple charges. As Damian suddenly stamped his foot, splashing large pieces of stone mixed with flesh and blood onto the greenskin's face, the boys who could not see the situation became even more excited.

Seeing that all the work was completed, Damian raised his sword to block the orc army's valve-plate-sized giant axe. When he was about to push back, he reminded Belegar, who was raising his shield on alert, "Get ready to go."

Belega was a little dazed, but subconsciously replied, "Oh, oh."

The barbarian used all his strength to push the door panel and the ax with only one hand. The sword in his left hand remained powerful, and the sharp sword gleam penetrated the orc warlord's abdomen. Amid the angry roars of both parties, he pulled hard towards the chest.

Unless the head of this kind of monster with strong vitality is chopped off at once, even if it penetrates the heart, it can still survive for a period of time relying on the strange energy field.

But after being seriously injured, the brain power of these warlords will further decline, completely reducing them to crazed beasts.

The sharp move left a wound on the orc warlord that was irritating to the brain but would not cause serious damage to the body. Damian kicked him away and aimed at the wild orc who was riding the charge of the war pig.

Covered in dust, Damian lifted up the collar of Belegar's armor, stamped his feet violently again, jumped up in an almost impossible way, and stepped over the large array of war-marked boys, facing them at a loss. His eyes stepped on the head of the wild giant.

Jumping again without any gaps, using the giant's broad skull as a support point, leaving a clearly visible depression, the tall and short people gradually left the center of the most chaotic war under the moonlight.

Seeing that the big weapon was about to run away, the Savage Orc Warlord wanted to turn around and pursue it, but the black shadow rushing towards him made him subconsciously hit it with a bone club.

And this blow completely lit the fuse. The big orc warlord who had lost his mind turned his attention to the wild orc tribe, and began to fight on the spot with the barbaric thing that had just attacked him.The onlookers who didn't know the truth thought that the steel thing had been defeated by the big warlord, and ran away in fear. Now they were competing with the wild tribes for hegemony in the badlands. They all muttered and roared that they were the only ones who could fight best, and they deserved it. The badlands overlord.

As for the boys whose vision was not obscured by the dust and could clearly see the steel objects running away from the periphery, their voices seemed to be particularly weak compared to the noisy center of the battlefield.

An encounter known as the Rebellion of the Badlands soon broke out. According to Belegar's description afterwards, the dwarf prince strongly demanded that the High King must first determine the list of personnel before he and Caledor could jointly operate on a small scale. Otherwise, several People who are happy are bound to do some amazing things.

Damian, who carried Belegar away, arrived at the rendezvous point as quickly as possible, and saw a group of people looking at the chaotic northern battlefield through observation magic.

Several flame knights who were watching the excitement and not showing any seriousness had already taken out the nuts and put them into their mouths unconsciously. They seemed to be observing an extra-large theatrical performance. From time to time they commented on the strength of the orcs in the melee and how long it would take to solve them.

Costella pulled the black cloth and felt Belega's vital signs, and found that somewhat unexpectedly, the short man did not suffer much damage.

In the first 10 minutes after landing, he and Bruni estimated that Bellega would at least suffer multiple injuries that would not affect his movement, but now he only suffered a stab wound on his elbow.

No wonder the prince's attitude towards this short man was a little vague. He was not like Domgar. He almost sentenced him to death immediately after the negotiations between the High King and the Noble Council. It seemed that the potential was pretty good.

Belega, who had just landed, did not ask the action team to leave quickly. Instead, he took out his shaky legs and expressed his needs in a hoarse voice.
"Beer, come on, give me another life."

The great swordsman handed the beer to the dwarf and stared at Belegar who was drinking the water of life with a strange look on his face. He must have been tricked.

Damian briefly served as an instructor for the Claws of Pattunuin. It can only be said that what the great swordsmen envy most is definitely the macho enemy army, rather than the bells and whistles of the Blade Lord.

Bruni, who was observing, must not only be having fun, but also silently remembered several green-skin tribes that stood out in the chaos, and was preparing to submit a report to the palace immediately after the operation.

They are difficult to deal with. As elite large orcs, they are very tenacious. Caledor's current standard armaments are not outstanding in terms of shock resistance. Small-scale encounters may be risky...

He carefully observed the troll battle group with only more than thirty members. The attack on giant beasts and monster infantry has always been Caledor's key direction. The implemented concept is not to allow infantry to engage with the enemy. Long-range firepower and magic solve.

But the magic runes of the Dragon Claw Ballista may be ineffective when faced with the strange waaagh stance of the greenskins. After all, the current observation magic of advanced mages cannot even see the location of the central area clearly.

And because magic ballistas are expensive to make, they have begun to reduce their numbers in recent years and instead use artillery for cheap replacements.

But the accuracy of the artillery...is a little questionable.

After thinking for some time, Prince Long decided to finish the work on Bafeng Mountain first, and then prepare relevant materials and propose how the palace should customize the military equipment in the bad land.

Effective combat preparation for the battlefield environment is also a military theory advocated in recent years, rather than the usual combination of swords, spears, bows and cavalry that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Instructing the mage to disperse the magic, the captain waved his hand and ordered in a cold voice, regardless of Belega's feelings as he was sitting on the ground resting.
"March to the Eight Peaks Mountains and take back our heritage!"

(End of this chapter)