Section 45 Duel

There wasn't even time for people to figure it out, and the hordes of zombies had already pressed over the outer walls of the camp and rushed in.

If the Greenskins had built a sturdy camp, the zombies might not have been able to rush over for a while. But the problem was that the white-handed boss didn't intend to defend the camp at all, so the greenskinned camp was crudely built - the zombies easily tore down the outer walls of the camp like wooden shelves and poured in.

These zombies are all green-skinned corpses. It can be seen that some of them have been dead for quite some time. Their rotten flesh stenched, maggots wriggled in their bodies, and their broken skin hung limply on their bodies, allowing for a clear view of their rotting entrails. The rotten eyes of the soldiers revealed only hatred and attachment to the living. Some of the zombies were already rotting and indistinguishable from skeletons, while others had just been dead for a few days. This mix can make people feel more frightening. The orcs were okay, but the goblins trembled one by one, and almost lost the courage to fight.

The white-handed boss instantly realized that he had made a big mistake. He dispersed his troops, originally intended to deal with the dwarves, but he forgot that the Scarlet Duke had another trick.

It was too late, and in the blink of an eye, the two armies had already begun to clash. The zombies are slow, but they never flinch. The greenskins on the front line cut down the enemies in front of them, but were quickly knocked down by the zombies behind them. And the zombies chopped in two still wriggle underground, grabbing the greenskins' feet. The goblins screamed, some kept fighting, others turned around and ran. But this is meaningless, because at this time, the other three zombies are also killing one after another. The green skins of the sub-camp had been wiped out by the overwhelming number of zombies, and a large group of zombies poured in from all sides of the camp, and the two armies fought in the camp.

The greenskins are waiting to deal with a small number of dwarves, not a huge horde of zombies. All their tricks are meaningless, and at this time, the big and small bosses can only cheer up and supervise the teacher to fight to the death!

To say that Greenskin is in a hurry, even goblins are not easy to deal with. The entire camp turned into a chaotic battlefield. On one side are zombies who never retreat, and on the other side are greenskins who are motivated by bloodthirsty passion. The two armies fought to the death, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

......

"The Master is back!"

The news spread quickly among the dwarves. Although the action is a little strange, the Great Foundry Ashrufat has indeed returned. But then again, the dwarves didn't have the concept of "the general left us and fled", so they didn't pay special attention to this news. Most people just breathed a sigh of relief. After all, when going to the battlefield in the absence of the main general, even an elite army like the dwarves will not be able to give full play to their combat effectiveness.

The Great Foundry Ashrufat quickly summoned the officers of the army and held a small meeting on the side of the road.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have discovered something very important. Eshurufat didn't drag his feet, but said it bluntly. "Greenskins are fighting tonight!"

"Infighting?"

It's normal to talk about greenskin infighting. Not to mention marching, camping, or anything like that. Even on the battlefield, Greenskins can quarrel over trivial matters, or even kill each other with knives and blood. The veterans of the dwarves have witnessed this kind of thing countless times.

"There's a civil war among the greenskins!" said Ashrufat. "We want to seize this opportunity to catch all these green skins!"

He didn't explain why he knew about the infighting, and he didn't give others a chance to ask questions. After finishing speaking, he immediately began to arrange tasks, and the whole army formed a battle formation and quickly advanced in the direction of the greenskin camp.

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The white-handed boss wields his tomahawk and chops down several zombies like weeds.

The battle has come to an end. After a night of fierce fighting, the Greenskins won the victory. This is because although the zombies do not flinch, they are slow to move and have low individual combat effectiveness. And since there is no command of a unified will, it is not a small loss in battle. At this moment, the entire Greenskin camp was covered with a layer of corpses. Some are long dead, some are just dead tonight.

The east has already revealed the whiteness of the fish's belly, and the time has reached dawn.

There were no other enemies around, so the white-handed boss stopped. Not far away, the last group of zombies has been surrounded by a large group of green-skinned boys, who have been defeated one by one under the attack of machetes, spears, and axes. Although a kid was occasionally knocked down by zombies, the greenskins finally won the battle.

The white-handed boss's heart is filled with the frustration of failure. He came with confidence and arranged everything carefully. But the worst result was that everything he did turned into a joke.

In fact, this battle is a completely harmless trick for him. But what is unbearable is that he originally wanted to prove the stupidity, weakness and incompetence of the Scarlet Duke through this battle, and he is not worthy of Yilan's worst comments at all, but now the situation is exactly the opposite.

There aren't a few zombies left over there. A loud explosion landed among the greenskins who were battling the last group of zombies. Pieces of green skins and greenskins flew all over the sky. More explosions followed. As a result, all the remaining zombies were wiped out, while Greenskin suffered hundreds of casualties.

In the morning light, the mighty dwarven warriors, dressed in fine armor and armed with weapons, appeared on a hillside outside the camp, their armor reflecting the light of dawn and looking a little dizzying.

I couldn't tell how many dwarves there were, but what I could see was a steady stream of dwarven troops pouring out from the rear. At this time, taking advantage of the melee in the Greenskins' camp, the dwarves had already chosen the favorable terrain to set up their cannons. Soon more artillery fire fell on the heads of the chaotic greenskins.

The greenskins began to shrink in formation, gathering behind the white-handed boss. After a night of fierce fighting, they suffered great losses, and the surviving greenskins were terrified when they looked at the dwarven army in a well-formed formation without any combat attrition. Even though the greenskins are fanatical combat creatures, at this moment, they don't have much morale left.

"Boss, this battle ...... I'm afraid I can't beat it. "A goblin came up and made a proposal to the white-handed boss.

"What are you afraid of! There are still more of us!" the white-handed boss waved his hand, "Let's attack!"

The boss had an order, and the boys had to bite the bullet and rush up in the face of artillery fire. They were greeted by three waves of bullets, enough for thousands of greenskins to settle their accounts directly. This instantly knocked out the greenskin's attack momentum. Some of the greenskins turned around and ran, while others hesitated in place, not knowing what to do. The dwarven infantry rushed up from the front, striking the greenskins in a tight formation. After a hammer and axe, the fighting spirit of the greenskins collapsed.

The greenskins who rushed up turned around and ran back, and the goblins ran very fast. Although the white-handed boss did not lie, Greenskins still had a numerical advantage at this time, but after a night of hard fighting, the deadly and exhausted Greenskins were no match for the dwarves. Pursued by the dwarven infantry, the Greenskins were defeated. And the dwarven cannons took the opportunity to bombard indiscriminately, blasting the greenskins with shell after shell.

Even if he is a self-made boss, he can't control the situation at this time. The defeated Greenskins could not hold their feet and turned around and fled in the other direction. Unfortunately, the fleeing Greenskins are confronted by another group of dwarven troops. Under the indiscriminate fire of muskets, the greenskins, who had lost their fighting spirit, did not dare to break through from the front, and turned around again and ran in another direction. But it didn't work, because another dwarven army appeared ahead. Several organ cannons bombarded indiscriminately, and the greenskins in front were knocked down by more than a hundred or so, and the greenskins behind them turned around and fled again.

This is not a battle, but a one-sided killing. Because at this time, the greenskin has completely lost his fighting spirit, and is just trying in vain to break through from all directions. On the contrary, the dwarven fire and bullets are steadily harvesting the life of the greenskins. And their new ballista is even more focused on attacking the leaders of the team who are trying to regroup. In this chaotic situation, Greenskins could not organize effective resistance at all, and could only fall in droves under artillery fire, bullets, and axes and hammers.

The battle has reached its worst. The chaotic Greenskins were crushed back to camp by dwarven fire and tomahawks. Although there are many greenskins who are stimulated to do the last fight, the musketeers focus on these dying greenskins with accurate bullets. And the infantry also lined up a neat shield wall. Even if the Greenskins were desperate to slash, all they could do was leave one inconsequential scratch after another on their shields. All the greenskins who tried to cross the shield wall were slashed by the dwarven warriors on the second and third lines.

The white-handed boss is an exception. He wielded his magic battle axe, relying on his own strength, to fight his way out of the dwarven shield array. However, the only ones who could break out of his encirclement were a hundred boys, and the other dwarves quickly filled the gap, continuing to push the remaining greenskins in place so that they could become live targets for muskets and cannons.

Defeated, this battle has been completely lost! No matter how angry the white-handed boss is, everything is irreparable at the moment. His army of up to 40,000 was wiped out in such a short period of time, and all that was left was a hundred or so boys around him.

Even the current situation was short-lived, as the dwarven musketeers had already spotted them. They are about to be baptized by a wave of bullets, and only God knows how many boys will be left at that time.

The white-handed boss was furious, and suddenly, he raised his magic battle axe and shouted towards the second line of dwarves. The boys around them looked at their boss in surprise, because their boss was shouting in an unfamiliar language to the opposing position, obviously challenging the dwarven general in dwarven language.

The dwarves have a tradition of learning the language of their enemies, and the greenskins are not so troublesome. Their loose nature also makes them have nothing that can be called "traditional" at all. For the most part, you don't expect a Greenskin to speak any language other than the Greenskins - not even goblins, let alone orcs.

The white-handed boss waited for a few seconds, and then he saw a dwarf emerge from the neat queue. The dwarven general stood on a shield, and the four guards carried it over their shoulders. After the small group had traveled a short distance, the dwarven general jumped off his shield and continued on his own, holding a greatsword taller than himself.

The white-handed boss felt a wave of ecstasy in his heart. He hadn't lost yet!Anyway, his goal was only to kill the Scarlet Duke on the battlefield, not to win the battle with the Green Skin. What does it matter to him who wins or loses between the dwarves and the greenskins?

And he does have the capital to kill the Scarlet Duke. Because this body is adjusted for this purpose. The bones of this body have all been replaced with high-density alloys, the nerves have been optimized and adjusted, and the muscular system has also been remodeled to match. In fact, the original goal of this body was to entangle and even defeat the Scarlet Duke on the battlefield, so as not to allow him to break through the army and escape by virtue of his physical superiority.

The white-handed boss knows what to do. He will take a blow from the Scarlet Duke head-on, and then wait for an opportunity to fight back. Since the bones of this body are special, no matter how powerful the Scarlet Duke is, it is impossible to cut him in two. In other words, no matter what the Scarlet Duke does, as long as there is a one-on-one battle, the white-handed boss has a good chance of killing the other party. Of course, this could well make the body doomed, but what does it matter?

The white-handed boss roared and rushed forward alone, while the dwarves on the opposite side strode towards him. Seeing that the two sides are about to enter a white-knuckle battle.

At the moment when he was a few steps away, the white-handed boss saw the other party raise a hand. This is a completely counterintuitive thing to do, because the two sides are already very close, and the need to do this is to hold on to their weapons and prepare for battle, rather than raising a hand—wait, raise a hand? Who's signaling that? But the white-handed boss has no time to stop and can only rush forward like this.

A huge impact came from the oblique stab. The white-handed boss's body vibrated violently, and it was a few seconds before he realized what had happened—a ballista shot from the dwarven position pierced his body in the face and pinned to the ground.

The white-handed boss roared, his survival instinct and strong reluctance to make him struggle—and then he saw a dwarf with hair combed like an orange-red cockscomb, with a naked upper body, jumping out of nowhere, standing beside him, raising his axe high.

Then he felt a chill in his neck, the coolness of the blade of a tomahawk cutting through the gap in his neck bone.

"What a fool, why should I duel you?" he heard the mocking voice of the dwarf with the greatsword. "Are Greenskins really that stupid?"

This is his worst feeling.