Powerful attacks were sent from each of the two places, and after a few moments, the energy of the thunderstorm was broken through by the dwarven crossbow arrows, which also lost a lot of kinetic energy and slowed down.

Bair laughed.

The bolt barely plunged into the dragon's throat before it could close its mouth, perhaps only scratching a little flesh, but also allowing venom to enter its body.

Under the astonished gaze of countless greenskins and peasants, the huge monster fell straight down with a crossbow arrow in its mouth.

Smoke, mud, fog and rain, a mess of green skins, shouts, cheers, mixed up on the battlefield.

Some chanted Byer's name, others called him the Dragon Slayer, and Byer continued to twist his grip and get his crossbow bolts ready.

There are three more shots to take away the rest of the trolls!

A huge number of corpses had accumulated under the wooden walls like meat grinders, and at this moment Greenskin no longer needed to climb, but only needed to step on his companions to climb the wall.

Sir Flender also ordered it at once.

"Give up the wall, 40 on the left, 40 on the right, and form a phalanx!"

The Poisonblade soldiers were out of breath, and the weapons made by the dwarves were covered in blood, wet and slippery, making it difficult to exert force.

At the moment they raised their shields, more to provide protection for the farmers' pitchforks wrapped in horse manure.

Who said peasants couldn't fight?

Normal greenskins lack armor-piercing methods and armor, and their pitchforks are inserted into their bodies, but their weapons are unable to break through shields.

And the peasants who were protected by the soldiers also showed their usual bloodiness, and countless corpses were accumulated in the camp.

They are afraid that when they are old, they will also tell their children how to insert the green skin with a pitchfork is the easiest way.

At this moment, a troll walked in front of the phalanx, and a huge hammer immediately smashed it, and even a pitchfork and a wooden spear could not be killed instantly!

As long as the huge object like an engineering hammer falls, and the phalanx shows its flaws, it will tear the people inside apart.

But a heavy crossbow flew in and slammed into the troll, sending it diagonally and scattering a green-skinned formation.

Sir Flender gave a thumbs up to Byer, who was on the hillside, which he couldn't see, and shouted.

"Spread out, keep your distance, poison it, and the rested soldiers in the back row grab their spears and go to defeat the trolls."

After a period of arrangement, the formation changed rapidly, and although the peasants inside were exposed, it was also a helpless move.

One shot at a time, the giant crossbow took the life of the troll, but there were only three left, and Sir Flender could barely deal with one.

But the remaining two can only rely on the strength of individual soldiers...

The poisonous wooden spear was thrown by the soldiers, and Sir Flender finally cut off the head of a troll.

Mountains of greenskinned corpses filled the camp, announcing that the greenskins had also failed for the waaaaagh of Camp Bayer.

But the rain did not stop in the slightest, and Bair looked at the corpses of the peasants and the green-skinned corpses all over the land, and his soldiers were wounded, although not dead, but also wounded 54.

Thanks to the dwarven chain mail that has a good resistance to slashing, the orc's attacks are basically rough machetes, and they all turn into smashes when they are cut on the chain mail.

But the goblin who really dominated Waaagh was still not dead.

This war is not over yet, and it is only a small victory at the moment.

But in order to maintain morale, Baier chattered.

"Bretonnia is beautiful and rich, attracting the greedy eyes of the greenskins, and now we have crushed the enemy!"

"Slaughter the dragon! All in one! ”

"I declare that at night everyone has a piece of meat the size of a green-skinned head!"

Bair then instructed the peasants to clear the greenskinned corpse from near the wooden wall and begin to reinforce it.

He also called the Poison Blade Army to collect the corpses of trolls and dragons.

Byer went back to his tent and sat down on a dry blanket, wiping his wet head.

The previous momentum and confidence were all discharged, showing that he was not good-looking for this war.

"What's this thing?!"

"It's a troll and a dragon, I killed more than half of the peasants at once, and the traps and hole cards were also played!"

He muttered to himself as if he couldn't stand it, this crazy war was going to drive him crazy.

The feeling of dying anytime and anywhere was unbearable for him, and he didn't have that strong faith and worship, or chivalry.

And the meat the size of a basin for one person who boasted about Haikou can't really be realized, after all, the storage of food is limited, most of it is jerky and barley.

But he dared to say this because he had heard a recipe from the dwarves...

At this moment, the Poison Blade Force also carried over the 13 corpses of the trolls and the corpses of the dragons.

Byer chases them away and calls for Jazz, whom he trusts.

And took out his saber and cut off a piece of flesh from the troll's abdomen in front of him.

It didn't smell good, it was bloody, and it was the size of a washbasin.

"Take it to the cooking class, everyone has it..."

Sir Flender looked at his lord in disbelief.

"Oh my God, do you really want to do this?"

Bayer nodded. "It's a dwarven recipe, it's delicious and unforgettable."

Sir Flender's cheek twitched. "I've felt it unforgettable."

But the royal order could not be disobeyed, and Sir Flender could only push the cart, holding his breath, and trying to make himself think that it was horse meat or something.

During the night's rest, the soldiers discussed the lord's power and ingenuity, and the killing of the dragon made them even more in their dreams.

A moment later, when they smelled a haunting smell, their stomachs gurgled in unison.

It was a sticky and delicious thick soup stew that smelled like seafood and mushroom soup...

Many soldiers and peasants came up and divided the meat and soup, and Bair asked for a tasting.

When you take a bite, it feels like it's mushroom-flavored.

And he asked, looking at Sir Flender next to him.

"Sir, don't you want dinner?"

Sir Flender ate the blistered bread dryly, and quickly shook his head.

He'd rather kiss Greenskin's ass than eat those things!

However, it has to be said that the troll stew restored the morale of the troops very well, and the next day it was alive again, and even the wounded wanted to fight again.

If it weren't for the fact that the bolts were gone, Bair would have liked to have a few more trolls...

By the next day, the rain had stopped, and with improved visibility, Bair could even see the greenskins camped in the distance directly from the watchtower.

He was surprised to find that the green-skinned team had only gotten bigger than it had been yesterday!

This shows one thing, that is, if the initiator of WAAAGG is not killed, the greenskins will continue to join the army.

Joining from a nearby forest, mountains, or something else feels like you'll never be killed.

But the good news is that the trolls and dragons are truly dead, wiped out, and gone forever.

But the situation at the moment still gave Bayer a signal to the farmers below.

"Light the wolf smoke!"

If an attack comes on this scale, I'm afraid my camp will collapse completely!