Section 14: Rise

This was the end of this short and bloody battle. Seeing that his boss was cut in two with a light blow like this, blood and fragments of organs were scattered on the ground, and the leaders and boys of the Broken Axe Tribe were all stunned. They were so surprised that they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

The White-Hand Boss added an axe, cut off the Broken Axe's head, and held it in his hand.

"I'm the evangelist chosen by Brother Mao! Listen, from now on, I'm your boss! You should all listen to me!" shouted the white-handed boss to the boys around him.

But it wasn't that simple to subdue a tribe, and at this point, the leaders began to come to their senses. In the Broken Axe Tribe, there are actually many leaders who covet the position of the boss. Seeing that the boss hung up like this, these leaders couldn't help but be moved.

"I'm the boss!" a leader jumped out. According to Greenskin's deep-rooted view, the bigger ones are stronger. So he instinctively thought that the boss of the broken axe lost by chance.

The white-handed boss's axe immediately corrected his erroneous view.

What happened below quickly proved what the white-handeder is capable of. The White-Hand Boss easily defeated five leaders who felt they were qualified to be the Boss, so the remaining members of the Broken Axe Tribe decided to follow the White-Hand Boss.

"Boys, listen up!" When his rule was established, the White-Hand Boss immediately gathered all the boys of the original Broken Axe Tribe (of course, it should be renamed the White-Hand Tribe now). "A bunch of dwarves have come to us, and they're pretty powerful! So Brother Mao came to me and let me take the boys to fly them! From now on, we must unite all the tribes of the Greenskins here! Then we can go to these dwarfs!!" Waaaagh......!"

"Waaaagh......!!" the boys shouted in unison. In fact, they didn't understand what the white-handed boss meant, but they all knew that the boss was taking them to war. What greenskin wouldn't like to fight?

......

Once again, there was a loud explosion in the distance.

I've experienced a lot of things, and I'm actually getting used to it. Mante 61 Bergman was startled when he first heard this voice, but now his face had not changed and his heart was not beating.

As a long-bearded warrior, especially the captain of a long-bearded warrior, Mante is a battle-hardened warrior. But he really had never seen such a way of fighting. An engineer to act as a general - a dwarf would probably think it was a joke when he heard such an unthinkable thing. An engineer should build cities, make weapons, and at most operate all kinds of war machines. Yes, the Engineers' long-range firepower is important, but the real battle must be fought with axes, shields, armor, and powerful arms.

But in fact, these engineers really fought the war at the level they built, and they fought well. Although Mante and his men were reluctant to admit it, deep down they were envious of the way the engineers fought.

The Engineer's combat is really characteristic of the Engineer - using a canyon, digging holes in key locations, and setting up gunpowder. Wait until the greenskin is attracted to it and detonate it directly. Then the rocks and sediment will directly swallow up most of the green skin. If there are any greenskins left, then muskets, cannons, and ballistas will solve the problem. Melee units are committed only when necessary. This resulted in the dwarves annihilating tens of thousands of greenskins at a cost of almost zero losses. The stupid Greenskins will rush straight over, and the clever Greenskins will send detachments to reconnoiter whether there are ambushes on the cliffs on either side. Of course, there was no difference between the two, as the dwarves did not place any troops on top of the cliffs except gunpowder. The greenskin did not check the IQ level of the blast point.

"Looks like we've got it again. Fei Wen, who was beside him, rubbed his hands happily. Fei Wen was a fellow member of the Society of Engineers, commanding an organ cannon to provide the "necessary" fire support for the detachment.

Mante glanced sourly at the engineer beside him, they had been friends for many years. "The green skins are not a big deal now. "They weren't so stupid back then, and they just fell into this kind of unsavvy trap." ”

After repeated use during this period of time, the cliffs on both sides of this canyon have been "detached" by blasting. It's starting to fall out of place for this "death trap" tactic. This will be the last time they will fight here. The task of this detachment is to hold on to the area and prevent the remaining Greenskins from breaking through.

Fivin returned to his organ cannon and began to calibrate the cannon's target. In fact, this dwarven detachment is stationed here purely out of a prudent judgment. The Greenskins may not be able to successfully break away from the battle from the main force of the dwarves, and even if they do, they will not necessarily choose to break out in this direction. In the previous few battles, this detachment watched the end of everything from the sidelines, and did nothing.

But it seems that God senses the unwillingness of this group of dwarves. A shout came from the scout ahead.

"Greenskin!

It was too late, and in the blink of an eye, a green wave appeared on the hillside. They let out a wild cry and rushed towards this direction. Mante didn't need to count to know that there were more than twice as many greenskins as his men.

"Grab the axe!" shouted Mante. He knew what was going on, and the greenskins were in a hurry to escape, and chose this place as a breakthrough. This meant that the Greenskins wanted to break through the detachment's block in a short period of time, otherwise they would inevitably be overwhelmed by the dwarves chasing from behind, and the army would be wiped out. Both sides know this, indicating that the upcoming battle will be a bloody fight to the death with no way out.

"Hold on!" roared the old dwarf, all of them clenching their weapons and ready for battle. As the greenskins charged, the dwarves slammed their shields into the ground and snapped them together to form a solid shield wall. The dwarves at the front rested their shoulders against their shields, while the axes rested behind the shields, ready to kill anything that rushed through the shield wall.

"Good brothers, support us, don't be afraid, the eyes of our ancestors will be on us. ”

The organ cannon fired. Taking advantage of the fact that the two sides were not yet engaged, the engineers aimed their four-barreled war machines at the enemy. An iron ball the size of a fist was blasted into the crowd of orcs. Within this range, the members of the Society of Engineers have never missed. The cannonballs caused massive damage, destroying dozens of greenskinned orcs, but the orcs did not waver. The living orcs tread the blood of their companions and continued to rush forward.

The orcs crashed into the longbearded warriors' defenses from the front. The ferocious impact caused the entire line to tremble. The orc boys, who were desperate to escape, all had red eyes and let out a crazy roar. They began to rush over the top of the shield, trying to get over the barrier just like that. But the dwarves in the first row were all skilled warriors, their feet firmly on the ground, and then they pushed their shields hard against the greenskins, causing the orcs who tried to climb to lose their balance and fall to the ground.

The dwarves in the second row used axes and hammers to attack the orc boys, and the blood of the orcs soon stained the snow beneath the dwarven warriors' feet.

The dwarves halted the first few waves of the attack, keeping the two sides firmly together. The impact of the orcs gradually weakened, and the kid began to try to break through the shield wall by slashing and slashing. However, each time they succeeded, the dwarven warriors in the back row would immediately take the place of their fallen comrades. As a result, the efforts of the greenskins had little effect.

If it weren't for the troll, maybe the battle would have lasted so long. But there's also a troll among the greenskins who narrowly escaped the death trap. This monster has a terrifyingly large body and large, sharp claws. It used its brute force to tear a gap in the dwarves' shield array, and managed to knock out two dwarves.

The engineers fired the organ cannon a second time, but Mante didn't have time to see what the results were. He lunged at the troll, slashing at the troll's body with all his might with his axe. It is true that the trolls have very strong resilience abilities, but this time, the old dwarf's special rune battle axe cleaved the troll's legs. This level of damage would take a little time for even a troll to recover.

Mante didn't have much time to enjoy the win, though. The fallen troll also grabbed him and crushed him underneath. Mante stood in front of him with his shield, and judging by the terrible sound of "zez" on the shield, the troll spat out his corrosive gastric bile. If he hadn't used his shield to block it, he would have been dissolved into polenta by now.

The troll's head poked out from above the shield.

Mante found himself staring at a large, ugly face with a drooling mouth and large, yellowed, sharp teeth. He tried hard to push the troll's huge body away, hoping that he wouldn't be the troll's last meal.

The rescue of his companions came in time. A blow from the back slammed into the troll's head, causing Mante to hear the sound of the skull shattering. The troll rolled away with a wail, and the other dwarves landed more blows on it. But the troll stood up again, and Mante was desperate to find that its leg had healed.

The troll rushed up again in a rage. Mante gripped his axe tightly, determined to deliver the last blow. But a giant arrow flew from afar, piercing the troll's body from the middle, pinning it to the ground, and the giant arrow was less than two steps away from Mante.

Then he saw a striking dwarf with orange hair leap out of the crowd and rush to the troll's feet. As the latter struggled, the dwarf raised his tomahawk and decapitated the troll with a single axe. The Butcher's Greataxe is engraved with the runes of the Dwarves, which they invented specifically to deal with trolls, which can completely disable the trolls' disgusting regeneration abilities. The headless troll collapses to the ground.

Mante stood still, and only then did he feel his body weaken slightly. He saw that the other dwarves had flanked them and had surrounded the orcs. After a burst of hammer and axe slashes, the Greenskins began to crumble down, and instead of fighting, they tried in vain to flee in a different direction. But more dwarves are pouring out from the lower end of the hillside.

A hand was placed on Mante's shoulder from behind, and he turned his head to see none other than Fivin.

"Looks like you need help. Fiwen looked pleased with his embarrassment. The battle is now decided.

"Hmph, you're just going to do you a favor!" Mante glared at him. "Look, this arrow almost hit me!"