Grimg Ironhide sat on top of the bloodied corpse, panting. Half an hour ago, he had just chopped off the head of the Troll King Solonga, and after a day and a night of fighting, he had finally knocked out another opponent.

It's not just about strength and speed, it's about skill. The Troll King has an incredibly powerful ability to heal regeneration, and after countless slashes to no avail, Grimg Ironhide discovers that the part of the Troll King burned by the fire does not heal quickly, so he comes up with a way to kill his opponent completely - with fire.

As the soldiers of the Undead Guard handed him the spare grease, Ironhide smeared all the grease on the blades of his axes and set his tomahawk on fire with the torch still flaming. Meteor-like tomahawks swirled through the air, and finally, with the final blow, Grimg Ironhide slashed through his opponent's heart. He stepped on the Troll King's chest as a victor, and then the axe, which he didn't recognize, slashed down, and with several axes, he split the Troll King's neck in two!

He finally won. Later, it was discovered that inside the cave, outside the cave, was full of corpses of humans, orcs, and trolls. When he entered, there were sixty or so black orcs following him, and now, there were only twelve left.

To make matters worse, the wind and snow outside the cave intensified. They're stuck here......

The bloodthirsty red light in Grimmg Ironskin's eyes faded away, and he walked up to a dead ice troll, the ice troll and chaos troll were undoubtedly the most on the field. However, they cannot be eaten, and troll meat cannot be used as food. Not every greenskin can be a potbelly king. Well, the only thing that can support them through this time is the corpses of those humans.

Grimg Ironhide didn't know how long the snow would last, so he ordered all the remaining greenskins to dispose of the human corpses, drag them into the cave, and strip them of all armor and clothing as a reserve for food.

Remembering the battle that had just ended, Grimug Ironhide was satisfied. That outburst, that overflowing power, made him feel endless satisfaction, and this was the battle he wanted. If he had the chance, he would have to challenge an opponent like the Troll King, no, he would have to challenge an opponent stronger than that.

It was the White Bear Lord who brought him here, and after killing the Troll King, Grimg Ironhide felt that the human lord was too boring. He could have fought himself for a few rounds, but only for a few rounds. Moreover, it was so difficult to find him to fight, it took more than two months to cross the entire Kislev and chase him, and he barely caught up. Iron Hide knew that he didn't want such an opponent, he wanted an opponent who could put him to death. Not even the Troll King could do that, let alone the human.

But where is he going next? When this blizzard stops. He still has no opponents.

Maybe the White Bear Lord will take him to his next opponent?" Grimg Ironhide sat on the Troll King's corpse, "pondering". He was indeed pondering...... And after contemplation, he came to the conclusion that he had to catch up with the White Bear King again, even if he couldn't bring him a new opponent, he had to catch up with him. After all, after the death of the Troll King, it seems that the only opponent in this area is still the White Bear Lord......

The heavy snowfall ended after two days. When Grimg Ironhide and the twelve undead guards walked out of the Troll King's lair, they saw the last thing they wanted to see - the footprints of the humans who had fled were gone, completely buried by the blizzard at the top of the mountain.

Roar......

Grimg Ironhide let out a snarl of displeasure, and he had to descend the mountain alone, much to his chagrin at the loss of his goal.

But he is not a fool, the worst plan is to kill the human castle again and lure the White Bear Lord out again...... Sister Literature Network

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At the foot of the Troll Mountains, when Rhodes and his party walked out of this terrifying snow-capped mountain, there were only six people left in the group...... Seven more fell as they climbed over the mountains. As before, they had no way to take the corpse out of the mountains, so they could only let it sleep in the snowy mountains. Rhodes knew that in extremely low temperatures, these corpses could last for decades or even hundreds of years...... I really don't want to be resurrected by some perverted necromancer one day......

But there's really nothing they can do...... I could only leave the body behind and continue on my way. When they came out of the mountains, everyone was exhausted. There has never been a moment when they crave food so much, even if it's just a bowl of hot soup, it's the most beautiful delicacy in the world.

Rhodes had to let Yeskovich and Ussok go hunting, while the others rested under a rock for the time being.

"Lord, should we continue on our way, I'm afraid the Greenskins will catch up with us again......"

As soon as he stopped, Sibes, the bear rider, asked anxiously.

Rhodes lay down behind the rocks and returned with a smile -

"It's okay, Iron Sheet won't catch up so quickly this time. He had already caught up if he wanted to catch up, and the fact that Greenskins didn't chase after us retreated proved that they were still fighting the Troll King, and that Solonga was a very difficult opponent, and his wounds healed infinitely, enough for the Iron Skins to fight for a while. If he hadn't found a way to defeat the Troll King, the Greenskins would have been unable to come down for ten days and half a month. Even if they had defeated the Troll King, by the time they came out, the wind and snow would have buried our footprints. They don't know the way and are likely to get lost in the snowy mountains. No matter how lucky you are, it will take a while to get out of the mountain. ”

"So we've managed to lure Greenskins out of Kislev?"

Sibez was tired and excited. What was supposed to be an impossible task has now been accomplished. Although the price to pay is enormous.

"I'm not sure yet. Don't underestimate the survivability of the iron sheet. ”

Rod's expression was solemn and melancholy. If it were other orcs, let alone fighting the troll king, they wouldn't be able to get out alive even if they entered the mountain. But Ironhide wasn't your average orc, he was the most powerful orc warrior ever built. He could run without food or drink for three days and three nights in a row, and his endurance was amazing. Even if all the Greenskins who entered the mountain were dead, as long as Grimg Ironhide made it out of the mountain alive, all the Greenskins scattered around the world would gather on him again.

"But don't be too pessimistic, we've done the impossible. We, dozens of us, saved Kislev from the brink of perdition. It was a miracle in the first place. ”

Rod put his hand on Sibez's shoulder, encouraging the young Bear Rider.

Caroline took a small dagger and shaved off the beard from Rod's cheeks. Before entering the snow-capped mountain, everyone was still a civilized world, and after coming out of the snow-capped mountain, everyone's face and chin grew a thick beard, like a savage......