Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

A bloody bull-head flag made of human skin emerged from the shadows of the ruins.

No one knows the name of the beastman tribe. These crazy bloodthirsty creatures will always migrate under the guidance of the evil moon, eating all the creatures they see along the way, and they will not be satisfied until the whole world becomes a bloody realm.

A large group of horned beasts stood on the hillside looking at the steel formation in the center of the ruins. They raised the bows and arrows that were crude imitations of intelligent creatures. They shot bone arrows at the dwarves indiscriminately without any intention of firing them in unison.

In a certain sense, the horned beast is very similar to the goblin. Just pulling the bow and shooting the arrow is already a great feat.

As for whether it can hit the target and how much damage it can cause, only Brother Mao/Xie Yue knows.

The long-range firepower of hundreds of beastmen does not have the sense of oppression it should have at all. Shooting randomly will only make the dwarves despise these bastards even more.

The arrows that splashed on the shield did not leave even a trace on it. The fragile wooden branches broke instantly, leaving only the helpless roar of the inferior horned beast.

The bow and arrow shooting lasted for several minutes. While using arrows to attract the attention of the dwarves, several fanged beasts that were as big as bulls were staying on the left side, rubbing their rough and ugly hard skin against the ground, waiting for the whip to fall. Charge forward.

The rangers reported the situation to the king and asked whether men should be sent to hold off the beasts in case Pointy Ears temporarily changed his mind and did not provide flank cover.

The king expressed his trust in Pointed Ears, believing that the fanged beasts on the flanks would definitely not be able to attack in front of him, and ordered the fire team behind the sworn guards to take out weapons and aim at the inferior horned beasts on the hillside.

Relying on the legs of a dwarf to chase beastmen in a complex environment, no one except Kaderin, a desperate butcher, wanted to leave a heroic deed that would be ridiculed.

The firepower team arrived in front of the formation with long guns and short cannons. The "dense" arrow rain from the inferior horns did not obstruct the lookout's vision. After calculations inspired by beer, he quickly estimated the approximate distance.

"One hundred and twenty meters, hit me!"

Needless to say, the fire team carrying the hand cannon has placed the shield on the ground. The unique concave structure can perfectly accommodate the space required for the hand cannon. The oak shield wrapped with meteorite is enough to form an absolute immunity to small-caliber long-range firepower. Defense, keeping the shooter safe.

Black powder was stuffed into the barrel, followed by projectiles, which roared neatly and ignited the flames of war in the ruins.

One hundred and twenty meters is the limit of a musket, but not the limit of a dwarf.

Many skilled shooters, at such a long distance, still used the weapons in their hands to hit the low-horned beasts on the hillside.

The flower of repentance appeared from the chest of the beastman. The projectile was originally used to penetrate the thick armor of the green-skinned man. The powerful power it carried instantly formed a cavity in the body.

The temperature caused by high-speed friction made the internal organs around the cavity blurred, leaving only the beast lying down swinging toward the ground.

"Morkin on top, I hit that stinking guy!"

"That's what I hit. Don't shout and take the credit."

Even on the battlefield, dwarves are still a group that never stops. They will celebrate happily when they get some results, but when the situation is at a disadvantage, they will become extremely silent.

When the dwarves took out weapons that could fight back, there was a commotion among the beastmen, and the horned beasts who were afraid of death tried to retreat back.

But as the bull-headed flag flashed with evil light, the timid horned beasts went out of their way and continued to draw their bows and shoot at the dwarves, which seemed to shake the steel shield with their flesh and blood. The heavy breathing appeared in a chaotic manner, and even the loud roar from the hand cannon could not be covered up.

This lets Belega know that the big guy is coming on.

The dwarf king pursed his lips, hoping that it would not be a giant creature like the Gur beast, otherwise he would really have to ask the elves for support.

Fortunately, his expectations were not disappointed, as a giant-horned bull wearing heavy armor led the herd of big-horned beasts to charge across the mountains with overwhelming force.

Let Belega understand that this is just a small encounter.

Under the king's loud roar, the fire team immediately retracted its hand cannons and shields and moved to the rear in an orderly manner. Angland, who was already on call at all times, swore to be a personal guard and immediately took over the vacant position.

A highly militarized clan, while well-trained, it also retains absolute trust in blood relatives. Angland is far more united than imagined.

The charge of the giant-horned bull was aimed directly at Belegar. The brainless beast would always think that it would kill the opponent's leader, and the remaining weak ones would naturally not escape the fate of waiting for the slaughter.

The two warriors carrying the Stone of Oath had no fear in their eyes, just like the kings on their backs. When a behemoth charged, they just raised their shields and prepared to meet it. There was no possibility of dodge.

The giant-horned bull collided with the Shield of Resistance. Even though the beastman bowed and charged, he was still half taller than Belegar on the Stone of Oath. The terrifying horns were enough to pierce the dwarf king's body completely.

The three people above and below the Stone of Oath paused for a moment under the power of the giant-horned bull, but soon followed a low growl from Belegar's throat, and a heart of revenge that rivaled the power of the beast of chaos surged out.

"In the name of Karak Eight Peaks, filthy beast, you will die under my hammer!"

The hammer of Angrond, which had been ready for use for a long time, shimmered when Belegar raised it over his shoulder. The clan relic that had suffered from the blood of greenskins and rats for thousands of years was enough to rival any artifact.

The dwarf king suddenly hammered down, as fast and fierce as thunder, first breaking one of the bull's huge horns, and the remaining power was not reduced to the head. The beast, which was still breaking through the shield of resistance, was like a broken bow string under this force. With a sound, he was already lying on the ground.

The blow was effective. Although he knew that the big horned bull was not dead, Belegar still raised his warhammer and shouted to encourage the sworn bodyguards who were facing the charge of the big horned beasts.

"Let's put an end to this new feud!"

"End the hatred! For the sake of Karak Eight Peaks! For the Angland clan!"

The big horned beast wrapped in crude armor followed the giant horned bull and crashed into the dwarf shield wall. Their invincible pig-rushing tactics now encountered an iron plate.

These shields engraved with the ancestors' faces are like the temper of dwarves. They are stubborn and do not know how to adapt. As long as they choose to stand here, there is no room for negotiation.

The charge caused the shield wall to retreat by one centimeter. The beastmen had a difficult victory, and the dwarves chose to respond with a battle axe.

Under the loud command of the leader, the guards in the front row removed their shields, but what was waiting for the beastman was not flesh and blood like a stone, but a battle ax that cut through the abdomen.

The crude armor that symbolized the identity of the tribe could not stop Master Torek's proud work. Amidst the roars and lamentations, the great horned beasts, as warriors of the tribe, became the dead souls of their sworn guards. (End of chapter)