A jet of black wolf smoke rushed into the sky, erecting a pitch-black bouquet in the pale clouds.

The floor of the Bretonnian plain was still a dark red soaked with blood, and the smell of blood surrounded the brownish-black soil

Byer sat on the watchtower, leaning against his saber, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He listened to the sound of the wind, the joy of the greenskins in the distance, the screams of the unknown place, the sound of the soldiers praying to Lakcha with the peasants at his feet.

Even though their armor was soaked in blood, their internal organs were almost torn, and their muscles were constantly sore, they had to remember the mission of soldiers and warriors.

A moment after the wolf smoke was lit.

There was a sudden sound of horses' hooves, and Bair opened his eyes, and quickly descended the tower, looking at the hillside in the distance.

But it's just Mir. Hogg was alone, slumped on the horse, clamping the horse's body with his thighs.

As soon as he entered the camp, he fell to the ground weakly, his armor covered in mud with blood, and his helmet was nowhere to be found.

Bair walked briskly, helped him, and dripped water into his mouth.

"Mr. Mill? Father-in-law? He kept shaking the man's body, and the middle-aged knight could spit out a word.

"It's... The night goblins ride Scrog, they are short, the blade cannot be cut when riding, they cut the ankles of the horses, they have toxins..."

"Lord of Long Lake, knights..."

"We are calculated!"

After saying that, Mir. Mr. Hogg choked for a long time, then closed his tired eyes, black blood spilling from the slit in the plate armor in his chest.

It's a toxin!

Bair suddenly felt in a trance, the two annoying knight brothers, Mr. Mill, the Lord of Long Lake...

"Quick, come on!"

And save! The toxins in my neighborhood are really strong, and the soldiers under my command are all good doctors who have been sick for a long time, and the toxins of the goblins...

Can be solved!

Watch as the soldiers stretch Mil. Hogg carried away, and Bair sat on the plank next to him, feeling like he was falling into an ice cave.

At the beginning, we sent people to scout our territory, and when they were discovered, they were able to accurately predict the situation.

Face my camp and send monsters, dragons, to attack the well-defended infantry camp.

In the face of the knights, first send the goblins to pretend to attack, and then use the goblin's dwarfed body and toxin to kill the horses and drown the knights.

Skarth. Nick, the warrior of the Eight Blades...

The most cunning greenskins...

The dwarf's words of advice only rolled into Baier's heart at this moment, if he hadn't asked for a ballista, he would have been like the knights in yesterday's battle...

What exactly he was fighting against, it seems that Bayer didn't figure it out.

At this moment, it was as if Greenskin felt the atmosphere in the camp.

In the distance, the rock-and-roll trumpets and earth-like howls of the greenskins tumbled beyond the horizon again.

The warriors drew their blades again and drew their bows and arrows.

Bair took a deep breath and kept the situation in his heart and told it to those who could still fight.

"The knights are coming soon! Hold on! ”

But in the camp now, the wooden walls have been stained red, the trenches have been filled, and the muddy ground is covered with orc footprints.

The tattered defenses and the tired body faced the green tide again like raindrops on the walls of people.

Slashing, shield strikes, beatings, Flender and Beyer also keep killing the greenskins that are starting to cross the wall behind the wall.

And the defense that was crossed, the soldiers and peasants stationed there, what happened to them is needless to say.

As Bair panted and sliced through the body of an orc, even the dwarven blades began to break in the attack.

And in the war that lasts for an unknown amount of time, respite? Rest?

In the waaag that the greenskins were looking forward to, now is the rest for them.

The soldiers' equipment began to break, their blades curled, their chain mail crumbled, and when they were left unarmed, they smashed them with shields and forked in their haystacks.

They shouted suddenly. "For Lakcha!"

His body glowed with a faint green light, and he relied on the equipment like broken copper and iron to defeat the green skin several times.

Although they soon returned, the small miracle was even smaller than the massive warhammer, so much so that the user himself did not notice the increase in their power.

Byer's half-blade plunged into the throat of an orc who had entered the camp, allowing the bright red liquid to spill onto his face.

The sword was also completely unusable at this moment, and Baier had no choice but to smash the orc's head with his shield.

The goblin in armor and top hat was in the heights, and he was Skath. Nick!

Looking at the situation here, they are going to win!

The soldiers and peasants were not stupid, they could probably see that there was no support in such a situation ... Fear...

Morale was sluggish, and the defenses crumbled due to the fatigue of battle and the fear of aliens.

Soldiers were constantly being carried off the battlefield by their companions.

And the greenskins seem to be endless...

When Bair smashes a greenskin with his shield and looks up, he finds countless enemies around him like a tidal wave...

The feeling of powerlessness, exhaustion, and even the dopamine produced by the fight can't sustain a powerful punch...

When the greenskins crossed the wall in droves, the number of soldiers who could fight was reduced by half, and the Poisonblade troops lost almost half of their living force!

Lost...

Sir Flender and Bair glanced at each other, and sat down leaning against each other as they collapsed in the middle of the battlefield.

"Sir, I lost the fight, but it's the same as when I trained my swordsmanship before, let's get a score."

Sir took off his helmet and wiped the blood from it.

"Full marks, my lord."

"But your swordsmanship is still 60 points."

Bayer laughed. "I haven't scored 61 points."

Jazz nodded. "Neither do I."

"No one can, there is no perfect score for the sword."

Beyer's head twitched suddenly, and he asked.

"The same is true for Sigma?"

Jazz choked up for a moment...

"Sigma..."

At this moment, the roar of the green-skinned beast broke their conversation, and Baier closed his eyes helplessly, only to hear a buzzing sound in the distance...

Resemble... Helicopter?

Traveled back in time on your own?

When I opened my eyes, it was still a hell of green skin...

It's just that at this moment, the green skins outside the wooden wall began to fall in batches, the buzzing sound hovered overhead, and the red projectiles sprinkled on the battlefield like raindrops.

The soldiers were able to kill the invading greenskins with their blades, and the situation suddenly improved.

When Byer looked up, he saw dozens of steam helicopters circling the sky, spitting fire snakes.

In the distance, on the hills, bright trumpets echoed, and countless mixed voices sang, singing songs of praise.

"Over the cold, misty mountains

Go to the deep ancient cave and old rock

We must leave before dawn

Find our long-lost gold

The pine waves roar on the top of the mountains

The night wind groans like a heartstring

The scarlet flames burned endlessly

Giant trees spread like torches in the mountains and forests"

Blue hammer flags climbed out of the mountain peaks, and countless soldiers in silver armor sang as they approached.

Bair smiled.

"We don't deserve to die, Sir."

"Jazz?"

Now Jazz breathed a sigh of relief, collapsed directly on the ground, and fell into a deep sleep.

Muskets, crossbow bolts, helicopter serpents were constantly spewing out, and green skins were like grain, falling in the harvest season.

The loud singing and trumpets overshadowed the waaagh that covered the sky and the sun, and it was the wrath of the inhabitants of the mountains.

Among the many dwarves, one was dressed in blue-gold plate armor with a white beard tied in knots, long and long.

He held his tomahawk and yelled at the greenskins.

"The green skin of Bafeng Mountain, how dare you come to my territory!"

Then he handed his tomahawk, the head of which glowed silver, and the handle was green, carved into it with indescribable intricate patterns.

He said.

"Human friends, can you still stand up?"