Section 12: Strangers

"Dwarves...... It's been copied from the back!" The goblin didn't understand the logic of the yellow-eyed boss at all, but cried out to his mother.

The yellow-eyed boss turned his head, and he realized that a phalanx of dwarves had appeared in the distance. These dwarven soldiers were not musket-wielding engineers, but hoplites. Their bright armor and weapons in their hands made the yellow-eyed boss feel a chill in his heart.

If it was a normal situation, the yellow-eyed elder would immediately order his subordinates to do it. The dwarves are good at war, but they are too few in number. The dwarven infantry that emerged from behind the canyon would not exceed two thousand, and the greenskins could drown them with their numbers. But now it's different, the Yellow-Eyed Boss's subordinates have been dealt with ninety percent of them, and most of the remaining hundreds of centaurs are goblins.

In front is a group of war machines that are in full battle, and in the rear are elite infantry that is pressing forward step by step. The green skin sandwiched in the middle can be said to have no way to enter the sky and no door to the ground.

In front of the hoplites was a different phalanx—the dwarves who made up this phalanx were naked, each with half of their hair shaved off, and the remaining half dyed orange and erected with oil.

As long as you are greenskins, you will know that these dwarves are butchers! All of them are madmen who don't want to die! The kind of mania of butchers is that even when Greenskins have a numerical advantage, they will weigh a few points, and now it is even more useless.

"When did these dwarves come? By the way, we must have crept up from behind after entering the canyon!" guessed the yellow-eyed boss. But there was no point in guessing these things at the moment, because the butcher's front had come into contact with the greenskins.

The goblins, who were originally not high in combat effectiveness, were immediately killed by the butchers and lost their armor, crying for their fathers and mothers.

"Head, I found the Greenskinned Boss! That must be the Boss! He's still alive!" a dwarf with eyes on the scope reported loudly at a distance from the Yellow-Eyed Boss, or rather, in the center of the Dwarven Legion. The sight is not a separate component, but is mounted on a new type of ballista. The name of this ballista is none other than "Dragon Terminator".

"So what are you waiting for!

"Do it!" the dwarf staring at the scope struggled to move the machinery in his hand. With a whistle, the massive arrows mounted on the ballistas were fired, creating deadly arcs in the air.

The Yellow-Eyed Boss was immediately relieved of his troubles.

"I shot!" shouted the operator of the Dragon Terminator.

The remaining greenskins watched in horror as they were pierced by a giant arrow. Without a leader, they didn't know what to do for a while. And in front of them, the butchers have already begun to charge.

This will be the first and last charge of the butchers in this battle.

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The army of the dwarves is one of the most distinctive of the armies I have come into contact with. It should be said that the dwarves have a "specialized" army. Their advantages and disadvantages are equally obvious. They have the deadliest war machines and the most determined infantry.

If elven armies rely on their sophisticated equipment and the strict discipline of their ruthless nature, the greenskins rely on the high morale of their warlike nature, and the dwarves are a combination of both. On the one hand, all the dwarves are well-equipped and disciplined, and on the other hand, they are passionate about fighting and their morale is high. Many dwarven warriors are completely unafraid of death, and even see death as the ideal outcome they seek.

Therefore, on the battlefield, the high morale of the dwarves is unimaginable. All the dwarves behaved similarly - well-armed, disciplined, morale-high, and fierce in battle.

Although the elven troops are very disciplined, once they are breached into a corner, it can easily cause the collapse of the entire formation. But this trick doesn't work for dwarves. The morale of the dwarven soldiers is high, and each soldier has a great deal of initiative. Especially the veterans, each of them knows their place well and knows what to do and when. The bearded veteran always stressed how difficult his battle was (and bragging about it, of course) and how easy it was to deal with today's enemies, which made ordinary soldiers think that the enemy in front of them was not so dangerous.

The same goes for the dwarven war machines. No other army has such an abundance and such an excellent means of long-range attack. Although the elves' talon ballistae are excellent, they are much inferior to the dwarves' rich and powerful artillery. The role played by the Dwarves' ranged units must not be considered mere "auxiliary". Before the enemy reaches the unyielding shield wall of the dwarven soldiers, they must endure the ravages of various weapons of war. Regardless of the troops, attacking the dwarven soldiers' defenses can be a challenge.

However, compared to this powerful defensive force, the dwarves' tactical offensive means are very lacking. They had no cavalry and could not engage in roundabout operations. Their infantry is also slow, making it difficult for the dwarves to catch up with them and deliver annihilating strikes once they have fled. This makes it difficult for the dwarves to take advantage of the victories in the battle with the greenskins, although they continue to win. In addition, due to the drag of war machinery, the dwarves are heavily dependent on the terrain. A surprise attack without preparation is a disaster for the dwarves.

Compared to the dwarves, the greenskinned army has a great advantage in mobility, and the spider cavalry is the best class of troops in the mountains. This makes it possible to fight in the mountains almost always in the hands of the Greenskins. I can now understand why it is difficult for dwarves to gain an absolute advantage over the greenskins in the mountains, because the difficult terrain makes it extremely difficult for dwarves to take the initiative. But on the other hand, it is also difficult for Greenskins to capture a dwarven fortress city, and it is extremely difficult to succeed.

This may show that the two sides have been fighting for countless years about what will happen in this state of see-saw in which no one can help the other.

—Ashrufat

The snow is already deep in winter. Heavy snowfall for several days has made the mountains increasingly difficult to navigate.

The white-handed boss trudged through the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow. In fact, orc names are always simple and straightforward. You only have to see the white-handed boss to understand what he is called "white-handed". It is possible that his skin has undergone some kind of color variation, causing his right hand to become particularly white rather than greenish. Thankfully, there's only one hand.

As a boss, the white-handed boss was still drinking his subordinates in the cave where he was his lair a few days ago, living a comfortable life. Although it is said that the white-handed boss has only a hundred or so men and horses, he is also the boss anyway, is he also the leader of an independent force, and he has a little reputation in the surrounding area. Perhaps in the dream of the white-handed boss, there is also the ambition to annex other tribes one by one, and finally become a war boss or even a war commander.

However, all this is in the past tense. Last night, a kid reported to the white-handed boss that a group of dwarves had appeared nearby. It's impossible for a dwarf to appear around here, and if it does, it must be a small scout. After making this very rational judgment, the white-handed old nature, like all orc bosses, planned to go out and teach the dwarves who dared to break into here a lesson. But it was he who learned the most lesson - with three successive waves of musket volleys, the white-handed boss was left alone.

Of course, maybe there are other kittens and puppies running out three or two. But now that the white-handed boss has lost the battle, he is not qualified to be the boss in the other greenskins' opinions. Among the greenskins, such ideas are common. The big tribe is okay, and the boss will not immediately cause his tribe to dissolve if he loses the battle. But the smaller tribes are much stricter in this regard, and even if the boss who has suffered a defeat does not die, his subordinates will choose to leave secretly.

So the whole tribe of the white hands disappeared immediately, and the white hand boss became a lonely man, and he couldn't even go back to his lair - the dwarves somehow knew the location of his lair, and burned everything there clean with a fire.

Then again, the white-handed boss is indeed an orc with a little bit of intelligence. He knew that he had nothing now, and it was a bit difficult to pull up a new team of men and horses in such a cold and snowy winter. The bosses of several tribes hostile to him probably won't give him a chance to fight alone, and when they see him, they will directly order his subordinates to rush up and chop him up. So, the only way for now is to go to a large tribe, a tribe with thousands of kids.

Of course, after joining the group, the white-handed boss is no longer a white-handed boss. At best, he will become a "white-handed boss", and if his luck is not good enough, he will even become an ordinary brat. The worst-case scenario is that the tribal boss refuses to join him, or simply kills him. However, these are not considered by the self-made boss. What is more important than the status of the boss at the moment is how to survive this winter.

It was morning, and the sun had finally appeared. The white-handed boss walked slowly, looking around from time to time, lest he stumble into a tribe's territory and be attacked. It is important to know that the territory of the nearby green-skinned tribes is changing rapidly.

Suddenly, his eyes widened. For he saw something very unthinkable, in the woods in front of him, a strange stranger came out. That one wasn't greenskin, and with the limited knowledge of the white-handed boss, he thought it should be a human.

The human smiled at him. Before the white-handed boss was able to react in any way, the man raised a hand, and the hand glowed white.

Even before the white-handed boss realized it, his body was paralyzed on the ground. The white-handed boss struggled instinctively, but the only result of his efforts was to turn his body over and face the sky on his back.

"Greenskin, you're in luck. The human walked up to him and said condescendingly. It was easy for the white-handed boss to understand that this human actually spoke green language? No, it was not this human who was speaking green language, but a small box in his hand that emitted green language.

"Hopefully, this luck will stay with you and get you through the surgery. The human said. Then he easily took the machete from the white-handed boss's hand, glanced at it contemptuously, and threw it to the side. Then, with a wave of his hand, the white-handed boss saw a mysterious flying object suddenly appear in the sky that he had never seen or imagined, and landed beside him silently.

Then, the white-handed boss lost consciousness.