Just as the sky was gradually turning white, the soldiers of Fort Bunker, who were sleeping on the ground, woke up from their sleep.

What shattered their dreams was the sound of hurried footsteps and the roar of some creature coming from the darkness.

While most people wake up with sleepy eyes, they quickly realize what the sounds mean.

This familiar feeling immediately reminds one of the enemy attacks that night.

Like frightened birds, everyone bounced up from the ground and loudly reminded their companions, but it was too late.

In just a few minutes, countless hordes of green skins scurried out of the woods, like a stream of green magma, full of tyrannical and fanatical energy, and their purpose was simple, to destroy all living beings in front of them.

In the blink of an eye, many soldiers close to the depths of the woods were swallowed by this hot magma, and before they could even shout, they were torn to pieces.

The complex geographical environment, the sudden attack, the tired body, and the fear and hesitation from the heart, are all weakening the combat effectiveness of the human soldiers, although they are the most elite fighters of the "Arsenal Fort", but at this moment, there is not enough space for them to use the halberd in their hands, and there is no time for them to form a battle formation side by side, at most, they only have time to raise their weapons, and they are caught up in a huge storm of chaos and disorder by the rampaging orc boy.

The storm spread rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dim forest seemed to have a passage to the Greenskins, and a steady stream of heavily armed orcs rushed out.

In addition to these big men, there are many agile figures shuttling back and forth on both sides of the woods, and anyone who tries to hide in the forest will die under their spears and poisoned arrows, oh, and there is a possibility that they will be killed by a giant spider the size of a wild boar.

There is no doubt that this was a well-prepared ambush, and the attacking greenskins had been planning for a long time, and their number suddenly skyrocketed from a few hundred at the beginning to four figures, and it is still increasing.

On the other hand, on the human side, although the number is still superior, there is no preparation at all in a hurry, plus they are not good at this kind of chaotic war without rules, so they can only retreat one after another, and their morale drops again and again, and soon batches of deserters appear.

The numerical gap between the two sides is rapidly narrowing, and it will not be long before the only advantage of humanity will disappear, and the results will be self-evident.

The anxious officers could only hope for the lord who had led them to countless victories, but Havelock gave no orders, and he had been standing in place since the appearance of the greenskins, his face like ashes.

Traps, it's all traps.

Why did these greenskins appear without warning, why did the patrolling cavalry not give a warning, and ...... Why, after the attack, not a single person from "Fetenburg" saw it!

Hit the trick! Those bitches of Arabi!

A great sense of frustration swept through his body, almost destroying the confidence of this illustrious lord.

He clutched the hammer in his hand tightly and whispered the name of Sigmar over and over again, the only way to barely suppress the anger in his heart and prevent it from controlling his mind, and at the same time he was expecting some miracle to happen.

But no matter how devout he prayed and clung to the hammer, nothing happened to turn the tide of battle, and what appeared before his eyes was a mutilated human corpse all over the ground, everyone's face was familiar, and what fell into his ears was a familiar voice, but it was the last scream before he died.

Lost, completely lost......

The greenskin's attacks rose wave after wave, as if they were devastating, and the strong orc boys were like giant locusts beaten with chicken blood, and no human could stand anywhere they passed.

Seeing that this deadly green tide was about to rush in front of Havelock, the captain of the guard who protected him saw that the lord had not moved for a long time, gritted his teeth, and ordered his men to drag him out of the woods.

At the same time, the others also spontaneously rushed to this side, using their own flesh and blood to block the powerful machete of the green skin, exchanging their lives for time.

Havelock really wanted to stay and continue the fight, even if he died in battle, he would kill a few more orcs, but the others didn't think so, their idea was very simple, as long as the lord was still alive, then there was hope for revenge, and if he also died here, it would not only be the three thousand soldiers here, but the entire "Arsenal Fort" would be finished.

"Run! Lord of the Castle! ”

"You must avenge us!"

"Long live Sigma!"

Seeing the soldiers go forward to cover themselves one after another, one by one died tragically under the green-skinned knife, Havelock had tears in his eyes, and finally could only let out an unwilling roar, and the dozens of people of the personal guards rushed out of the woods and fled in a hurry in the direction they came.

You can't die yet, otherwise everyone's sacrifice will be in vain.

Havelock's escape doesn't seem to attract Greenskin's special attention, and their attention is still on the shrimp in front of them, as long as there is a fight.

I don't know if they had a good time, but this ambush battle soon came to an end.

With Havelock's departure, the already demoralized Fort Arsenal soldiers finally collapsed, and most of them gave up resistance, throwing away their weapons and turning around to flee for their lives again.

It's just that this time the deserter is not as lucky as before, even the fastest guy is lucky enough to get out of the forest battlefield, and he can't get rid of the fate of death.

Because what awaits them is a group of cavalry that has long been ready to go.

On the backs of hundreds of strong wolves are green faces with cruel smiles, and their blood-red eyes are full of desire to slaughter their prey.

That's right, it was a brutal hunt, and at the dawn of dawn, the deserters of Fort Gunko had nothing but despair in their eyes, and they found that no matter how much they ran, they could not escape the enemy's pursuit at lightning speed.

The relationship between the hunter and the prey is extremely obvious at this moment.

In just an hour, as the sky completely brightened, the originally noisy battlefield became a lot quieter, and most of the three thousand soldiers of the "Arsenal Fort" turned into fresh corpses, and there was only one place, no, to be precise, only one person was still fighting.

In the midst of hundreds of orcs and goblins, a warrior covered in wounds was still fighting: Havelock.

Obviously, he was no match for the goblin marauders by his feet alone, and he was soon surrounded by bloodthirsty wolves, and the soldiers of the personal guards around him fell one by one, and finally he was the only one left, still supported by bruises.

Greenskin seems to be deliberately playing with this human being, and he does not rush to the front, but waves of wheel battles, sometimes one-on-one heads-up, sometimes he alone goes head-to-head with a dozen, and in the process of these "heads-up", there will be some unexpected surprises from time to time.

No, Havelock had just smashed the head of a big orc with his war hammer, and before he could relax, he was stabbed in the back by a ghostly figure.

He let out a muffled grunt, and without looking back, he reached out his left hand, pinched the attacker's thin arm, and smashed out the brain of the despicable lurker with another hammer in his backhand.

This kind of scene is played out repeatedly, but whether the other party is a person or a group of people, the "skinner" does not flinch, and always rushes forward with firm steps.

But after all, he was only a high-level peak witch hunter, and he was seriously injured, not the legendary invincible human emperor, as time passed, his steps gradually became heavier, his vision began to blur, and the war hammer in his hand became more and more difficult to wield.

After knocking out the orc in front of him for the first time, Havelock couldn't hold on any longer and sat on the ground.

At this time, a hole opened in the dense encirclement of the greenskins, and a particularly strong black orc walked over, like a moving black fortress.

Although it was the first time he had seen this greenskin, Havelock immediately reacted that the other party was the leader of the group of greenskins, the guy who played himself around.

He struggled a few times, wanting to avenge his dead men, but let alone fighting, he couldn't even stand up.

The black orc quickly walked up to him, and as soon as he spoke, it turned out to be the lingua franca of the mainland.

"Do you know why I'm not in a hurry to kill you? It's because I'm afraid that the boys will be too heavy and ruin your face, so to put it simply, I still have to rely on it to open the door of the Arsenal Fort! ”

Before Havelock could digest the meaning of his words, the black orc pulled out the machete like the door panel behind him, and with a wave of his hand, the former's shocked head was separated from his body, and a generation of heroes returned to heaven like this.

"Lost! If you are still skinning, if I am not in a hurry, I will skin you first! ”

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