Early in the morning, Rhodes and Caroline are awakened by a sudden turn of events.

Ciriel, Lord of Watch, and Volkuf, Lord of Splitstone Keep, went with their own troops to pursue Greenskin early in the morning, and it happened so suddenly that they didn't even have time to inform the other lords.

"Damn, hasn't he been beaten yet?"

After learning the news, Rod couldn't help but scold. If this was Ironhide's vanguard, then Cyril's invasion and slaughter of Greenskins like this would undoubtedly arouse Grimg Ironskin's interest again. But at this point, the troops of the Overwatch cannot be left alone, after all, they are also part of the North. Today's war has connected the entire northern border, and no one is inseparable, because in the face of the green-skinned army, no one can fight alone. Even Blackhammer Fort can't stand up to the Iron Skin's army on its own.

To the south of Grizzly Bear Castle is an infinite stretch of plain that stretches almost as far as the eye can see, and not even a small hill can be seen. This plain stretches from here to the capital city of Kislev. In fact, the territory of Kislev is mostly such plains, unlike the empire next door, which has many forests and rivers. The terrain of the plains is also in the only way for chaos to move south, so several large-scale battles have broken out in the territory of Kislev in history.

Riding a war horse and galloping with a large army to help, Rhodes just hoped that he would not encounter the main force of the iron skin here, otherwise, with the terrain of this area, once he met the main force of the green skin, he would not even have a chance to escape. There are no hills and no rivers, and all barriers have been lost. Unless you withdraw to Fort Grizzly again. However, on the plains, the numerical superiority of the Greenskins is evident, as they can encircle or even divide the outnumbered northern army......

Rod can only hope that Cyril and Volkuv are chasing after not the main force of the Greenskins.

Soon, at the end of the line of sight, eagle flags appeared, which were the family crest of the Cyril family.

"Hey!"

Beside him, Baron Giger of Wintercastle shouted, and rode away on his black steed. Although Baron Giger, like Rod, did not like the Earl of Cyril. But at the moment, the North is a whole, and it has been a whole since the invasion led by Grimg Ironskin. It has been torn apart and cannot continue to die.

The northern cavalry and the Ugol cavalry combined in a long formation and rushed in the direction of the enemy.

Rod could only roar in anger and order his troops to follow. The Overwatch was no longer glorious, and Blackhammer became the absolute workhorse of the North. You can't let the main force watch the play in the back. Rod roared, and the giant bear Usok took the lead, rushing past the warhorse and hitting the green-skinned army in front of him.

It wasn't until they rushed to the front that they realized that Cyril and Lord Volkuf were only pursuing a few hundred greenskins. I just don't know if it's the vanguard of the iron sheet, or if it's just a lone unit.

Rhodes rode his horse and rushed past a green-skinned orc, and the tomahawk then slashed down, and with the power of the horse's sprint, he cut off its arm with an axe. Blood spurted from the orc's severed arm. Rodra reined in and charged back again, this time the tomahawk split the helmet of an orc infantryman, splitting the misshapen head in two. Scarlet blood squeezed out of the cracked skull and sprinkled all over the body.

The other troops also surrounded the greenskins and goblins in the middle to assassinate them. Ursok directly ripped off an orc's thigh and slapped the orc's cheek with his fat bear paws, tearing his flesh apart. The little goblin on the side was directly scared to pee, and before he could get up, he was slapped to death by the giant bear and fell to the ground, motionless.

The short battle was soon over, Rhodes dismounted and joined the others, the air was filled with the smell of flesh and blood, some of the green-skinned orcs were wounded but not dead, lying on the ground struggling and twitching, while the human soldiers walked over and made up for it, killing them.

"You shouldn't go out alone!"

Dismounted, Rhodes found Count Cyril, who was clearing the battlefield. Although he is also an earl, Cyril's recent situation is much worse than his own. The Watchtower is gone, and the once-spirited Earl of Cyril seems to have aged much more overnight. But the pride remains. 168

"This is my mission, every Northerner who sees Greenskins should take action, kill them, kill them all. ”

Cyril returned sullenly. With hatred in his eyes, it's understandable that Greenskin stormed his castle and slaughtered the people of Overwatch. It is tantamount to depriving Cyril of all his privileges as a lord.

And Rod just wanted him to be calm. In a situation like today, if you encounter the main force of the Greenskins, the troops of the Overwatch will definitely not be able to escape.

"But you should think about whether this is a trap or not, you should think about the big picture, think about all of us. Now, we are a unified whole, no longer individual lords, our armies, and no longer separate territorial troops. ”

Rod retorted. Cyril's face darkened, and a hint of anger crossed his brow.

"It's not your turn to dictate my decision!"

Cyril replied in a shrill voice, and though it wasn't even enough to argue, the smell of gunpowder was already in the air, and some of the soldiers even stopped to watch the two lords glaring at each other.

Just as the conflict between the two was about to escalate, the ground under their feet suddenly shook violently.

"Greenskins! It's greenskins! They're coming!"

The air was filled with the frightened cries of the soldiers. Obviously, compared to the green-skinned troops who were caught up and slaughtered just now. This orc force that is about to rush into the battlefield is the big force.

Anyone who has fought against the Ironskin's troops knows what kind of legion they are up against. Even Cyril himself is beginning to be uneasy.

He was still standing there, but his lips were trembling, and his right hand holding the sword began to shake unconsciously.

At the same time, on the other side, Rhodes shouted for all the northern soldiers to assemble, "For Kislev!

The White Bear Lord shouted loudly, and the soldiers unconsciously all gathered around Rhodes, forming a battle defense formation after circle. No one knew if they were about to face the main force of the Greenskins or another roaming orc army. This could be a small force under Ironskin, or it could be a Greenskin tribe following Ironskin.

But no matter what it was, everyone unconsciously centered on the Lord of Blackhammer Castle. Because that's the only one who can lead them to victory, the only one who can lead them out of trouble. He is also the only one who survives the duel with Ironhide.

"Defensive formation! Cavalry ready!"

In the center of the position, Rhodes shouted loudly.