Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

During the fierce battle, when Imrik beheaded the Black Orc warlord, held the huge green-skinned head in his hand, stepped on the cold corpse with his right foot, and shouted victory to the exhausted coalition forces, the end seemed to be coming.

"Sons of Caledor, victory is ours!"

"Victory belongs to us!"

Not to be outdone, Thorgrin opened the last page of the Great Book of Hatred about Karak Eight Peaks.

"Domgar, son of Angrond, died in the land of his ancestors, still shouting Valaya's name before he died.

In the name of Valaya, brave dwarf, let us retake the lost mountain fortress! For the Angland clan! For Bafeng Mountain! For the Kingdom of Mountains! "

"In the name of Vala!"

After fighting day and night, the green-skinned waaagh gradually loses its strength. Even the most powerful orcs will have doubts in their hearts and bodies after seeing too many of their compatriots die. The boss was killed by Pointy Ears, can we really win?

There are many greenskins who think this way, but for the warlord's personal guard Black Orc Legion, after witnessing the death of their boss, they went crazy and burst out with even more amazing power, which only temporarily put the coalition forces under greater pressure.

But this counterattack is only for a moment, the last bit of time, finally, finally...

Masnow, the backcourt commander, observed the battle situation with cold eyes. No matter how many familiar faces left forever in his eyes, the champion warrior still did not enter the battle. Victory requires blood to pave the way, and the coming end may be far from victory...

As he expected, the stone wall on the east side of the tunnel suddenly collapsed, and a large group of people with scarlet eyes rushed out of the hole in the darkness.

The rat men, who were waiting for the opportunity to make a sneak attack, finally seized the opportunity and prepared to take the Eight Peaks Mountain into their hands when the coalition forces made their last call to assemble.

Under the command of the leader of the Moss clan, the first thing that emerged was not the elite black-haired storm rats, but a dimensional stone war machine the size of a house, a dimensional lightning cannon that was carefully crafted by the leader of the Scully clan!
What provides energy for the lightning cannon is an extremely pure dimensional stone. The operators all wear thick isolation suits. They have only one mission, to ensure that they do not die before the lightning cannon is fired.

Unexpectedly, there was a brief chaos in the formations of both sides who were attacked by surprise, but compared to the greenskins, the command ability of the coalition forces was undoubtedly more outstanding. Amidst the sounds of horns and drums, the soldiers who were fighting too far forward began to shrink their formations and beware of lightning. gun aiming.

But the Lightning Cannon was never set to target low-value soldiers. This weapon, which Mosquita tested many times, was only given one rating by the Lord of Great Engineering.

"The lightning cannon thing only fires once, once, yes, yes. But once is enough, that's enough."

Lord Moss has only two goals, the first is the Pointed-Eared Prince, and the second is the Dwarf High King. The former has a higher priority!
At this time, Imrik was still fighting against the Black Orc Legion alone, seemingly unaware of the Skaven attack from the side.

"Attack, attack the pointy-eared prince thing. He is on the green skin side, wearing a shiny white armor. Quick, quick, quick!"

The operators, who had been confused by the Gray Prophet's magic, did not know that getting close to the lightning cannon meant committing suicide. They pulled the lead and pulled away the brass that blocked the resonance with the dimension stone. Countless thin lines of light jumped and surged from the evil thing. Several filaments twitched into the air unconsciously, and with just one contact, the operating hand was already lifeless.

A green beam of light with a diameter of three meters spurted out from the top of the lightning cannon, grazing the ground and flying towards the Pointy-Eared Prince. Everything it touched along the way turned into blood and thick juice. In just three seconds of flight time, a big explosion appeared in the center of the Black Orc Legion, killing all the already sparse green-skinned elites, leaving only a hole in the place.

Looking at the empty pit, the son of Caledor momentarily forgot how to deal with it. The prince... was dead?
It happened too suddenly. It took less than half a minute before the ratman broke through the rock wall of the deep pit, and Caledor paid a heavy price.

The mid-level and lower-level commanders who could originally remain calm, after witnessing the disappearance of the prince, momentarily forgot the instruction to retreat conveyed by the sound of drums, and aimed their long swords at the rats who had just appeared.

As the captain of the royal guard, Creon's eyes were bloodshot, trying to let the rats experience the anger and sadness in his heart.

"Vani! Varney! Varney!"

The captain of the imperial guard called for revenge three times in a row, completely igniting the hatred of the elves. The dragon prince who was responsible for the final charge came from behind and pierced the center of the rat with an arrow formation.

The rats, who had already made the registration, were not at all panic at this moment. The self-destruction of the dimensional stone lightning cannon made the tunnel area much larger, enough to accommodate the evil creations of the Corrupt Clan.

One after another, the giant rat trolls stopped the counterattacking elves with their flesh and blood bodies. Even if there were dozens of sharp spears in front of them, their terrifying regenerative power could still resist for a long time.

After the appearance of the Abomination of the Pit, based on the mother rat, the Dragon Prince, who was a serious threat to the rat troll, could not expect that the four-meter lance in his hand could hit the vital point of the giant beast.

"Close the distance and aim the ballista at the behemoth unit!"

Seeing the elves focusing all their attention on the rat-men who appeared, Thorgrin felt a little sad for a moment. Is the Pointed-Eared Prince dead? He didn't quite believe this. How could he survive a surprise attack by a rat-man dimensionstone machine if he survived from Be'lak's hands?

Perhaps he just wanted to follow up on this unexpected incident and motivate the exhausted soldiers to deal with the sneak attack by the rats.

But regardless of the outcome, the dwarves will have to deal with the mess Pointy Ears left behind.

"Let them avenge their prince, and the brave dwarves will deliver the final blow to the greenskins as the end of the Battle of Eight Peaks Mountain!"

The never-tired dwarves march forward bravely at the call of the High King. The hatred engraved in their bones makes them have no mercy for the greenskins, and their battle axes and shields are always vigilant.

Although the situation of the war has changed dramatically due to the rats' surprise attack, the facts have not changed.

After realizing that they had been manipulated by the rats, the Angland clan led by Belegar was filled with anger. They had been fighting guerrilla warfare with the rats in the tunnels for a long time. They originally thought that the effective force of the rat people had been expelled from the Eight Peaks Mountain.

But I never thought that the Moss clan had never regarded Angland as an opponent, and all the early signs of weakness were in preparation for the sneak attack at this moment.

The incarnation of revenge has enveloped Belegar, and the souls of the warriors buried in the eight peaks are inspiring the sons of Angrond. With just one vent of rage, both greenskins and ratmen will be crushed!
Belegar repeated Thorgrim's actions again, and the dwarves standing on the Stone of Oath chanted loudly the hatred accumulated by the clan for thousands of years, just to win. (End of chapter)