Boris Boca stood in the snow that had not yet completely melted, looking out towards the Wiesen Valley. A few days ago, the bloody battle with Greenskin was still vivid. It wasn't the first time he had fought in battle, his father took him to his first battle when he was thirteen. It was a battle to clean up the nezumi. After that, he followed his father in many battles, and for five years, he and his father were present wherever there was war in the kingdom, and even later in the Erengrad rebellion, he joined the queen's regular army.

However, compared to the previous battles, the bloody battle a few days ago was the real battle, and it almost became a nightmare for Boris.

[Hold! Hold the line!]

【General!Greenskin...... Greenskins rushed in! We couldn't stand it!]

[Orcs!ah, no, it's black orcs!]

Boris's mind recalls those images, those brutal and bloody ones. It was the bloodiest battle he had ever seen...... The miserable cries of the soldiers are still heard in my ears.

On that day, Lady Keighrie formed an impregnable wall to stop the Greenskins as they crossed the mountains of the edge of the world. They were confident at first, but the soldiers realized something was wrong when the battle began. They were fighting against an army of terrorists, and the number of greenskins was several times that of them. They poured down like a torrent of greenery to the defensive line formed by Kislev's infantry.

He saw the black orc who was leading the charge, with an ugly and distorted face, two huge fangs sticking out of his lips, one of which was broken, and only the root of the tooth remained. The other fang was stained with the blood of the stars, the dark red stains of blood left over from years of slaughter. He held a huge axe in his hand that was taller than a normal human, but when he fought, he held the axe in one hand, coming and going like a storm. Everywhere he went, flesh flew everywhere, and even the strongest plate armor was split in two with an axe.

Led by the berserk Black Orc, the Greenskins flooded Kislev's army into positions.

His father, Vladimir, climbed to a hill with the remnants and stubbornly resisted with the advantage of the terrain.

When reinforcements, the Griffin Legion, arrived on the battlefield, they thought victory was in sight. However, the Griffon Legion, known for its bravery and skillful warfare, disappeared after fighting the Greenskins for half an hour. He saw the black orc leader turn around and rush to the back with his battle axe, and even if he was flanked, the orcs were still undaunted.

Later, Boris learned that the griffin regiment had suffered heavy losses after half an hour of fighting, and had to withdraw from the battle. Hundreds of knights of the Griffin Legion died at the hands of the orcs' machetes.

Blood flowed in the valley, watering every inch of the valley.

[Boris, come to me!]

[Boris, stay away from that orc!]

The morning breeze blew from the forest, and it seemed that the smell of the day's blood still hit the nose. He could almost smell the special smell of sweat mixed with blood on his father's body that day, which was very unpleasant. And even worse is the smell of burning corpses, in order to stop the siege of the orcs, father Vladimir finally ignited the corpses of the surrounding soldiers, whether it was the corpse of Lady Keshry or the corpse of the greenskin, all of them were set on fire. Form a burning wall of flames. This barely prevented the Greenskins from further invasion and massacre.

The soldiers waited in despair, waiting for the green-skinned orcs to retreat on their own. Thick clouds of black smoke rose from the flames, blocking the two armies. They could only hear the roars and roars of the orcs on the periphery, but they could not see them. Luckily, before the flames could be extinguished, the greenskins retreated. Left behind a field of corpses, whether orcs or goblins, the Greenskins had no interest in cleaning up. They came in like a tidal wave, and then retreated like a tidal wave.

Everyone knew that their next target was the city of Kislev. It was the center of the kingdom and was home to the largest population of the entire country. However, the father, Vladimir, was helpless. He only had more than a thousand people left at hand, and even if they were all in battle, it would only be a matter of minutes to encounter the main force of the orcs. It will be slaughtered in a few minutes......

A breeze blew, and Boris felt nothing but the smell of blood in the wind. chamberlain

"My child, are you thinking about that battle again?"

Father Vladimir did not know when he appeared behind him, his face was haggard and sad. But it is full of the last pride and unyielding.

"Hmm......" Boris pursed his lips, "Father, are we really just orcs?"

"Well, the Orc Legion, an orc legion like never before. Bloodthirsty, brutal, and unimaginably fierce. ”

Vladimir patted his son Boris on the shoulder and motioned for him to sit down and relax.

"Don't say you haven't seen it, I've fought for this country all my life, and I've never seen a legion like this. It was an army that destroyed the kingdom. ”

"So are we going to give up on Kislev like that?"

Boris asked, frowning.

The father did not answer, he squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, where there was his beloved motherland, and there was his unfinished mission. However, darkness has come. How can the power of mortals resist the tide of annihilation?

"Come, child, let me pray together. Father Bear is watching us, perhaps, the gods have their own plans......"

Vladimir said tiredly and melancholy, and he slammed his sword into the ground. He knelt down on one knee and prayed earnestly to the bear god Ursun.

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Grizzly Castle.

The southbound Northern Coalition is repairing in the castle, and they have been marching rapidly for seven days, and the soldiers' physical strength has reached its limit, and if they do not rest, without the presence of iron sheets, the troops themselves will collapse.

Rhodes held the Thunder Tomahawk in his hand, restlessly walking back and forth in the castle hall, he knew that at this time, it was the military spirit that was more likely to collapse than physical strength.

The last time they faced the Iron Sheet was four months ago, not so long ago. The battle in front of the Watchdog is still fresh in everyone's memory. They know that in a head-on battle, they are by no means an opponent of the Greenskins. Everyone is praying that the Greenskins will not invade Kislev in the coming year. However, they came anyway. It seems that the more you worry, the more likely it is to happen.

Rod had already lured them away once before, and this time, there was no guarantee that he would be able to lure Greenskin away again. He knew that Ironskin's goal was still himself. Until he finds an opponent stronger than himself, this black orc will always come. For Ironhide, the battle is full of charm and attracts him all the time.

Rhodes thought over and over again, the whole of Kislev, in addition to himself, the only more powerful opponent - the Ice Queen. But the queen avoided it, and last year's heavy snowstorm buried an unknown number of green skins, and Iron Hide may not go to her again. And out of Kislev...... Out of Kislev...... Rhodes pondered......