The blizzard that surrounded the city of Kislev blew day after day, and as far as the eye could see, the sky and the earth were gray, and ice crystals swirled like sharp knives in the air. This unnatural storm has been blowing for five days and five nights, and no one knows how long it will last, as if in the dark, a pair of invisible hands are drawing energy from under the land, sprinkling wind and snow on the capital of this kingdom and enveloping it, turning the inside and outside of the city of Kislev into a snow-covered world.

Grimg had been waiting on the periphery for five days, and he couldn't wait any longer, and in five days, he had cut down no less than a hundred orcs in his army to vent his mania and anger. And now, he decided not to wait any longer, this human kingdom is not just a city in front of it, it has many other castles and towns.

Grimg Ironhide had heard that in the far north there was still a force that could fight and that there was an opponent worth fighting. Rod Lawn, the most powerful human lord in the North, has a dwarven thunder battle axe and a giant white bear with great fighting power. In the north, he is known as the king of the white bear. Moreover, the experience of this opponent is legendary, in just five years, he has expanded his territory several times and become the most powerful lord in the western part of the North.

What is the difference between a human lord and a greenskin lord, Ironhide doesn't care, he only cares about how to find this white bear lord. His tomahawk had been able to drink the blood of a formidable foe for a long, long time. Grimg Ironhide roared, his heart was like a river of lava, and only a strong opponent could calm his inner agitation and anger, and only a strong opponent could make him feel truly excited. This desire to fight outweighed all else, and at this moment, he was leading his legion on a northward march.

To be exact, it wasn't him leading, but hordes of greenskins following him, so it looked like Ironhide himself was leading the army.

Dressed in thick blood-forged armor, Grimug Ironhide made his way forward. When he was away from Kislev, his skin and armor were once again free of snowflakes, which was annoying, and Grimegg promised that he would never see ice again. He used his tomahawk to chop down the branches that stood in his way, and the dead branches here gave him a familiar smell, a dry smell. The faraway badlands are such breaths. The dry wind in the desert almost set the last remaining vegetation on fire.

He walked at the front of the group, personally over the mountains, through the swamps and forests, and closer to the so-called north, nothing could stop the orc leader's progress, and all the creatures of the forest fled as birds and beasts before the greenskins arrived. The mighty army of greenskins swept through the forest, sucking in all the mushrooms and other food.

"Incomparably powerful, incomparably huge, incomparably brave, over this forest, we have reached the plain, which, according to the shrimp, is called the land of the wilderness. That is, where there is nothing but dwarf grass and gravel. But the largest gathering place of shrimp is behind this wasteland. There's what you're looking for. ”

Grimg Ironhide stands on a high rock, a small hill in the middle of the forest, overlooking the entire forest. In the glow of the setting sun, he could even see the gray open area at the edge of the forest. Presumably, it is the wilderness plain in the mouth of the goblin.

Grimg Ironhide didn't care how big the plain was, he just wanted to know how far he was from the big castle. As long as there is sunshine, he can go without eating or drinking for more than half a month. As long as there is an opponent, you can fight.

"One big shrimp with thousands of small shrimps, they live in a stone house. ”

"The great Grimmge Ironhide will conquer them, defeat them all, slay them all. Yes...... We'll be there in three, four, five days at most. "Dream life

He stepped down from the rock, and the little goblin was still chattering around.

Grimg Ironskin's face turned blue, a clear scar ran from his forehead to his chin, and two yellow-brown fangs emerged from his lips, one of which had been broken, and dark red spots of blood still remained in the broken teeth. He wields the famous battle axe Gisnik, a weapon crafted by the Chaos Dwarves, like the Bloodforge Armor. No matter how many enemies you slash and kill, it won't dull. The blade of the axe is always as sharp as new.

He held the axe in his large, rough hands, which never left his palm. The heavy weight made him feel very comfortable. Even while sleeping, the tomahawk never stayed away from him.

"The little shrimp will call in more small shrimp, and there will be bean sprouts and dwarf stomping to join in. We've got opponents, boss......"

The goblin kid was still hissing, and the black orcs were distraught, he had heard enough of this nonsense. In so many small thoughts, he only heard the words, the shrimp gathered in the castle made of huge stones, which was not far away. It can be reached by crossing forests and moors. Everything else is nonsense.

Grimg Ironhide didn't say a word, he grabbed the goblin boy who was still thinking about it, and wrenched his throat, blood gushing out of the broken throat, wetting Ironskin's big hands.

In front of him, there was a large wave of excited orcs. Grimg Ironhide raised his tomahawk and roared out under the blood-red sky. This time, there will be no more storm to stop him, and he will kill all his enemies, destroy everything, and tear down the stone houses of men. And, find out their leaders. White Bear Lord, he remembered the name.

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Watchcastle, Count Cyril awoke from a nightmare of ghosts crying wolves, in which he saw a green tide engulfing his castle. His lords were encroached, and waves of tidal waves poured up the castle heights. He saw countless civilians wailing, countless lonely ghosts roaming over the castle.

When I woke up, the nightmare became a reality. The Rangers found that a large army of greenskins was marching through the wasteland a few dozen kilometers from the Watch Fort. Their goal is obvious, and this is it – the Watchtower.

When the news reached the city, Cyril immediately gathered everyone and prepared for battle. At the same time, send out all the messengers and inform the other northern lords. They had already gathered a large army ready to take on the Greenskins. However, due to disagreement, the crowd eventually parted ways. According to the Scouts, the size of this greenskin army is unprecedented, reaching tens of thousands, if not more.

Cyril recalls his strange and terrifying dreams in the halls of the castle, and at the same time remembers Rod's words not so long ago. I couldn't help but feel a panic in my heart. Although the Watchfort had three thousand defenders, and its walls were tall and thick, could it stand firm in the face of tens of thousands of orcs? He had said that he was going to cut off the head of the leader of the black orcs, but now, it seemed that he couldn't help but look a little naïve when he said it......