The mighty army of greenskins set out again, and surrounded by the boys, the stone chariots passed through the sparse dead woods and came to a small hillside.

As soon as he arrived here, his first feeling was cold, swishing cold, you must know that it is now the scorching sun at noon, just walked a few hundred meters away, but the temperature dropped sharply by seven or eight degrees.

Sure enough, it is a place where the winds of death gather, and it is simply an excellent place to shoot ghost movies.

But with the exception of the stones, the other greenskins seemed to be unaware of this strange cooling phenomenon, or didn't care to them at all, they only cared about one thing, where the opponent who would fight was.

Soon the boys spotted their target, and a cruel smile appeared on all of their green faces.

The same is true of the stones, and in the distance, below the hillside is a large low-lying valley, the same barren black earth, just as lifeless.

In this open valley, countless black shadows are moving, like black ants, guarding their nests.

There is only one creature that can survive in this environment, the undead soul!

That's right, these shadows are the opponents of the Greenskins, skeletons with all kinds of weapons.

There are thousands of them, densely packed like a sea of bones, and in the depths of this sea, there is a building like an island, built against the mountain, which seems to be very tall, but the distance is too far to see.

But the stone knew that it was the heart of the control of the undead, the tomb of a former king of Nehekhara, and the place they would conquer next.

Just as he was about to take the boys to do a good job, the human shrimp also came out of the woods.

Seeing that they were ready to go, Fitandila, who was at the forefront, preemptively said:

"That...... You see, this is the valley of the undead, as long as you wipe them all out. ”

Stone squinted at these "allies".

After seeing the massive skeletons, their faces were no longer as relaxed as before, and were replaced by extremely solemn, and Fitandila was the same, and there was even a trace of tremor in her voice just now, because she felt that those skeletons seemed to have more than she had seen when she came before

Hmph, shrimp as small as a rat man.

After so many years of tribal life, Stone seems to have forgotten who he once was, and completely considers himself a greenskin.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, we're going to solve these bones right away, you can follow it, I don't care anyway."

After saying this, he couldn't wait to twist his neck, first roared, completely drowned out the noisy voices of the boys, drew their attention to himself, and then continued to roar:

"Boys, do you see those ant-like things down there? This is your opponent, do you think they are many? ”

Hearing the boss's question, all kinds of garbled answers immediately came one after another.

"That's a lot, that's great! There are more rat cubs than last time, and this time it's enjoyable! ”

"I'm going to take a few skull heads back this time, and I'm going to put a little fart hardcover on my shield, it must be very stylish!"

"Lost! Great idea, I want it too! ”

The stone could guess that their answers were varied, but he didn't expect them to be so unreliable, so he quickly interrupted some of the arguments about how to decorate his weapons with trophies, and continued to shout:

"No matter how many of them there are, follow me and crush all these skeletons! Crushed to slag! aaaaaagh！ ”

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and with the sound of the boss after the battle, thousands of greenskins raised their heads and roared angrily, and the high voice echoed in the mountains, which immediately attracted the attention of the skeleton soldiers below.

These legionnaires, who had been buried in the ground for an unknown number of years, reawakened and became undead, only retaining their fighting skills and not really conscious.

But among them, there are some more advanced existences, many of them were powerful officers before their burials, their souls are by no means comparable to ordinary soldiers, and after thousands of years of time, they can still vaguely remember a little memory of the past, belonging to the undead who have a certain independent mind.

These stronger and smarter Nehekhara warriors soon spotted the uninvited guests on the hillside and began to command their undead army, slowly but skillfully clearing out defensive formations.

Seeing this picture, Fitandila's face darkened, and she felt like she had met a pig teammate.

"These idiots, such a good opportunity, don't you know that a sudden attack has made such a big move."

Without waiting for her to finish complaining, these green mushrooms rushed down the hillside like opening a floodgate, without any concern that the other party had already prepared.

"Well, we're going to go on too, we can't let these greenskins underestimate us."

Perhaps due to the influence of the Greenskin Charge, Egrem, who was the spellcaster, also became impatient.

Stamping her feet hard, the girl also gave her men the order to fight.

"Go, soldiers, don't let them underestimate Fetanburg, charge with me and break those bones!"

…………

It seems to be a long distance, and it is a-soaked time on the battlefield, no, it should be said that not long after the pants were taken off, some orc boys who ran fast were already within the range of the opponent's archers.

In Guni Hekhara thousands of years ago, every king understood the importance of using ranged to kill enemies, so they had a group of well-trained archers.

Awakened from underground, these highly skilled skeleton archers still follow the way they once were, using their bows and arrows to quickly kill every enemy who dared to break into their range.

From the first sharp arrow that accurately hit the head of a certain green-skinned orc, directly after shooting him in the head, wave after wave of arrows covered the sky and the sun, like a torrential rain, kept falling in the formation of the "Broken Claw Tribe", in an instant, there were dozens of unlucky eggs hit the arrow, but most of the wounds were not fatal, the pain and blood instead stimulated their wildness, no one stopped, all continued to roar and rush forward.

However, they were not supported by the ranged troops behind them, and the goblin archers were still running forward at the urging of Skarsnik, and their range was far worse than that of their opponents.

Soon the stone chariot also entered the area of the rain of arrows, and his tall body stood alone in front of the cart, with two brand-new battle axes in his hands, which were picked up like two windmills, blocking all the sharp arrows shot from all angles, so that the big bear on the side could drive with peace of mind.

Since the big fart got into the car with the "Iron Claw Battle Flag" on his back, the task of driving fell on him, if nothing else, he will sit in the middle of the next battle, while protecting the old shaman on the car, while guiding the direction of the boys with the battle flag, as for the stone, as long as there is a chance, he will definitely rush to the front.

PS: The first month has passed after it was put on the shelf.,It's really a tempering for me.,Approaching the end of the year.,All kinds of things are more than usual.,So I haven't been able to add more explosive.,Fortunately, it's basically guaranteed to be two more every day.,Here's how to continue to thank all the brothers who have subscribed.,Thanks to your monthly pass and recommendation ticket last month.,I'm not alone at all.。