At the end of the summer, a forward force of 1,000 veterans and 2,000 recruits arrived at the foot of the Greyfang Mountains on the border with Kislev. It is a small mountain range sandwiched between the Rim of the World Mountains and Kislev, and it is an intermediate mountain system that passes from the Rim of the World Mountains to the Kislev Plains. At the foot of the mountain, you can see a corner of the snow-capped mountain, but the whole mountain range lies like a giant between Kislev and the world's mountains. You can only get a glimpse of the majesty and majesty of the world's mountains from afar.

In fact, the mountains on the edge of the world are just a general term, which contains many mountain systems, and many famous dwarven fortresses are scattered among them. Among them, the closest dwarven fortress to the Ironhide invasion is Redeye Mountain. It's just that whether this magnificent fortress has been breached by the Greenskins or not, so far Lady Kithrie is not clear, and the absence of the red-eyed dwarves to take refuge can only mean two results, or the entire fortress of the red-eyed mountain has been besieged and conquered, and all the dwarves have been slaughtered, and there is no one alive. Or, there is another possibility, that is, the Red Eye Mountain has not been conquered, and the dwarves inside are still stubbornly holding on to the fortress.

But who knows? Leonis' mission is to lead these 3,000 soldiers to the frontier to defend against the first wave of migration of the Greenskins. Was the queen too contemptuous, or was the dwarf's description too exaggerated? He only knew that as a soldier, he could only obey the arrangements of his superiors. And the arrangement of the superiors was to take these 1,500 soldiers to the frontier to defend against the invasion of the greenskins.

Leonis remembered his conversation with the dwarves before the trip—

[There are thousands of them, and they can't be described by numbers]

[They are the most brutal orc legions of all time]

[Don't try to confront them head-on, they will cut off your head, but hang it on your waist, hang it on your chest, and even make your head into a flask]

[They'll skin you!...... you alive]

Leonis's scalp tingled at the thought of this, it was not that he had no experience in fighting the Greenskins, they were all small-scale battles, and the number of people fighting each time was no more than a thousand. And now, apparently, it is no longer a matter of twelve thousand people. If tens of thousands of green skins really pass through here, can these 3,000-strong legions be able to stop it?

In fact, 3,000 men were no less, and the standing army in Kislev was only about 2,000 men, and they were recruited from all over the country in wartime. And the queen at once allocated three thousand soldiers to herself to defend the frontier. It doesn't seem to be less. It's just that Leonis is still worried, and this worry comes from the depths of his heart, a deep fear.

Look at the towering mountains and canyons in front of you. A sense of unease came over me. He had to rely on alcohol to temporarily numb his nerves. Leonis knew that alcohol could not be consumed in wartime, it was the rule. However, without a little wine, he couldn't calm his nervous and melancholy heart at all, and he couldn't sleep every night. It was as if he heard the howls of wild beasts from the valley, and day and night, what was hidden in the fog kept him awake. It seems that what he is greeting is not an army, but the end of the world.

The fears were confirmed three days later. At first, the howls of wild wolves rang out in the Misty Valley, and then several goblin wolf cavalry appeared in the watchtower's line of sight.

They are small in size, and the wolves they ride are even more scrawny. It's like a hungry dog. These wolf riders were used in the Greenskins to find their way, and they were soon captured by the Scout Cavalry of the Kislev Field Army. The soldiers killed the goblin riders, then stuck them with spears and erected them outside the camp as a warning. The wolves were skinned and piled up in the barracks as trophies.

However, the smell of blood attracts more green skins. Battle

When the main greenskin appeared, Leonis knew that the dwarves were not lying, and that they were facing an army of hell. Moreover, there is no possibility of negotiation. All they want is war, just killing. The stronger and more resistant, the more they will fight you. If you don't resist, they will kill you...... This is an incomparably brutal army. Humanity appears so weak in front of it.

"Quick, go and inform the Queen, the Greenskins are coming!"

As soon as the mountains of green skins appeared, Leonis asked his cavalry to leave the camp through the back door as fast as possible, and rushed to Kislev City to report the situation to the Ice Queen.

Then, the brave Leonis drew the sword at his waist. Prepare to fight the orcs to the death. The blood-colored sunset cast a red glow, and the orcs began to let out a deafening war howl.

Leonis stood on the tower, looking at the dense army of orcs outside the camp, their green skin connected together, like a sea of green.

Leonis stared, and suddenly, he saw the war machine behind this green tide. They are – catapults...... Obviously, the Greenskins are not beasts, and they also know how to make some improvised siege weapons. Before they crossed the snowy mountains, they thought about how to attack the human town.

Leonis was hysterical in his heart, how he wished that an army of humans would appear behind him at this time, to be his strongest backing. Whether it's Kislev or the Empire, in short, he needs the backing to face this massive army of orcs. However, at the moment, he didn't. The human general's heart was beating violently, and he saw the orcs begin to order the diminutive goblins to reload with stone bullets, and then ...... Rocks rained down from the sky, shattering rows of wooden stakes that had been used to defend against orc invasions. The parapet wall of the camp also fell to and side under the torrential rain.

Before the catapult finished throwing the stone bullets, the orcs in the front row couldn't control their desire to kill, and rushed up with a frenzied roar.

[I finally understand the desperation of the dwarves]

Leonis wailed inwardly. But as Kislev's general, he could not retreat. The battle horn sounded quickly, but he knew that it was nothing more than a battle of trapped beasts. His throat was already held in the hands of the enemy.

The large, black-and-green-skinned orc in the orc army was staring at him with blood-red eyes. That's absolute domineering and subjugation.

"Roaring ......"

The orcs let out a terrifying roar. I saw that under the leadership of the leader, like a green mudslide, they instantly poured into the camp.

Leonis trembled inside, and he forced his body to rush down the tower, only to see the scene of the defense line being torn apart. The shield-based defenses of the Kislev veterans were overwhelmed in an instant. The rampaging orcs rode on top of the corpses and chopped off the heads of the human warriors, while some of the more brutal orcs gnawed the human soldiers' severed limbs on the spot. They chopped off the arms of the corpses, opened their bloody mouths, and bit down......