Section 30 Traps

Another orc force rushed forward, lifted the giant tree once more, and continued to ram the gates.

"It seems that there are really not many short people. "Far away, the Tin Boss witnessed the siege. Attacking a city without the mechanics of war was a risky act in itself, but it seemed that the situation was better than he expected. This battle is still to be fought.

"Boss, most of their troops are out there. That's why we had so many attacks yesterday. A daring goblin said to the Tin Boss. "As long as we fight hard, we will definitely be able to take down this castle today. ”

"That's what I thought, too!" the Ironhide Boss glanced fiercely at the castle in the distance. According to the general logic of war, as long as he can capture this castle, then he will win. Because (no doubt) the dwarven ordnance, supplies, and so on are hoarded here. Without these, the dwarves are rootless wood, water without a source, and the only option is to retreat. Even if the greenskins do nothing, they will win without a fight. Of course, with the nature of the greenskins, it is simply impossible for them to do nothing in this situation.

"Boys, hit me hard!" roared the tin boss. "Tell the shamans to go up for me!"

On the lookout at the highest point of the castle, the Grand Foundry Naragrim had noticed the change in the formation of the greenskins. This is easy to notice - the offensive at the gates of the city has been temporarily contained, and in this case, some greenskins who have not taken their bows and arrows are still approaching. Naragrim turned his binoculars to take a closer look, and immediately noticed that many of the greenskins were not wearing armor or weapons, but instead wore strange cloaks and inexplicable masks.

An experienced old dwarf, Naragrim is familiar with the greenskins. He knew what these greenskins were.

"The green-skinned shaman is here!" shouted Naragrim, shouting below. "Brothers, get ready!"

Two cannons on the upper part of the castle began to fire, aiming at the newly replenished shamans. To dwarves, magic is an unreliable and dangerous thing. But admittedly, the greenskin's magic is still very threatening. When it comes to green-skinned shamans, the dwarves have always used only one way to solve the problem - cannons.

Relative to magic, cannons have the advantage of range. The green-skinned shamans were able to send the dwarves to the western heavens with cannons before they could strike them with magic.

"Guys, raise the muzzle. An engineer shouted. "Remember the Master's plan, we must prioritize the destruction of the damned shamans. ”

The dwarves' artillery, which had been dense just a moment ago, suddenly stopped. After a few seconds, the Tin Boss in the distance realized that this was not an accident caused by the accidental overlap of firing frequencies, but a plan.

The dwarves opened fire. The smoke and dust caused by the dense artillery fire instantly engulfed the newly entered shamanic troops. The power of the flowering bomb is so powerful that even Brother Mao can't shelter it. The shamans were blown up on their backs, and there was chaos.

"It's a pity......" Naragrim shook his head. After all, the distance was too far, and the shamans cunningly chose a more advantageous route, which made a considerable part of the cannon unable to hit. Even the best gunners of the Society of Engineers could not give these guys a devastating blow. Greenskins lost almost half of their shaman, but that was the end of it. A little further afield, they are sheltered by a slope that makes the cannon no threat to them, and their magic can reach the city.

Naragrim estimated that he was pretty much done here. Due to the cannon fire under the unsheltered city and the head of the city, the green-skinned bow boy had already suffered heavy casualties at this time. And shamans will soon launch magical attacks.

On a personal note, Naragrim would have liked to have fought a little longer, using cannons and new flowering shells to eliminate more of the Greenskins. Unfortunately, the Grand Forgeist Ashrufat had repeatedly stressed to him, and Naragrim had sworn by his honor that he would do what he was told.

"Tell your companions to prepare to retreat. Naragrim ordered with some regret. The dwarves pushed back the cannons and began to leave the walls in an orderly manner. Only the dwarves at the gates continued to drop the extra cannonballs, blowing up the greenskins who were still trying to break through the gates with giant logs.

Shortly after the dwarves withdrew from the walls, the greenskinned magic went on the offensive. A large foot of green light condensed in the air above the castle and stomped down, trampling the fortifications to pieces, and shards of stone and wood flew in the air. If it weren't for the fact that the dwarves had already evacuated, this blow would have been enough to cause a cannon and its operator to disappear from the realm in an instant.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the new greenskins rushed up, picked up the giant tree from the bones of their dead kind, and attacked the city gate once more. Magic fell on the castle walls one after another, destroying the holes that had previously spewed out death shells.

Even the ordinary orcs under the city have noticed that the castle's resistance has become extremely weak. Although many of the bosses believed that the castle had a limited number of defenders (according to the Ironhide Boss, of course), they now realized that they had an overwhelming advantage. All the cannons at the head of the city were silent, and even the cannonballs above the city gate no longer fell. In this case, even the goblins became brave and shot at the castle in a frenzy. And the orcs who were responsible for carrying the giant trees were even more fanatical, launching slamming again and again.

The improvised castle gate has a limited hardness after all. With a crackling sound, the gates were slammed open by the giant logs!Without any command, the greenskins dropped the logs, slashed them down, and stormed into the castle with the roar of "Waaaagh".

"yes, yes, win!" Beside the Tin Boss, the goblins jumped up one by one. The hardest part of the siege has been done, and now it's a street battle – but for the Greenskins, who have an overwhelming advantage in morale and numbers, it's their favorite kind of battle.

There was no need for the Iron Boss to give an order, and the boys who had been waiting impatiently for a long time rushed towards the city gates. More and more greenskins rushed into the castle.

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Narragrim slashed down the rushing orc boy with an axe. In such narrow passages, the superiority in forces is almost meaningless. A dozen or so butcher warriors cooperated with each other, gradually retreating, and cut down the pursuing orcs one by one.

A butcher's dream is to die in an epic, very important battle. But it is clear that this battle is not epic, let alone important. It's all a trap, and the dwarves stationed in the castle act as a decoy. Naragrim pulled out his musket and shot a green-skinned kid who rushed up to the ground, then retreated into the ground.

The other orcs rushed up, but they were too late. The dwarves have closed the entrance to the tunnel. The orcs used their weapons to try to pry open the heavy door, but it was all in vain.

The butchers had withdrawn from the tunnel, and after a short walk, Naragrim took out his communication rune stone.

"Master, we have withdrawn. He reported to Ashrufat, who was in possession of another communication stone.

"Very well, let's get out of here. The voice in the runestone was mechanical and calm, not at all like the tone of Aeshurufat himself. But this should be a matter of the quality of the runestone itself. "Time is limited, the underground passage is not dug very strongly, and if you are not fast enough, it may be affected. ”

By the time Naragrim was reporting, outside the castle, the Greenskins had turned into a sea of joy. The previous repeated harassment by the dwarves and the heavy losses had been completely thrown out of Greenskin's mind. The crowd of greenskins pushed me into the castle, hoping to catch enough loot in this victory. Every Greenskin knows that every time he defeats a dwarf, especially when he captures their castle, he can get a lot of good weapons and armor, as well as a lot of glittering treasures. Victory has been decided, so every greenskin has already forgotten about battlefield discipline, and it is more important to rush to the castle to make a profit.

Of course, it would be even more perfect to catch a dwarf and slaughter it.

"Boss, we won!"

"Win! win!"

The Ironhide Boss is also surrounded by joy. The goblins are desperately courting the boss, patting the boss's ass, and praising the iron boss as wise and powerful, invincible and invincible. Although the victory came so easily that the Ironhide Boss himself felt a little incredulous, it was an obvious fact that his troops had already stormed the castle.

In the future, the street battles in the castle, no matter how fierce and difficult, will be much easier than breaching the gates - the Greenskins think so from top to bottom.

"Boss, that helicopter is still overhead. A goblin who had never had a chance to get the boss's attention suddenly came up with an inappropriate remark.

He's not lying. All this time, these goddamn helicopters never left the top of the greenskins. The helicopters had been dropping bombs before. Now that the bombs are gone, they are still unwilling to continue to hover over the greenskins. However, to say such frustrating words in such a good situation is to ask for self-inflicted nonsense.

"Let them stay above their heads, and we will not be afraid. The castle has been defeated!" With these words, a goblin leader slapped the unfortunate ghost in the face, causing him to spun in a circle. "Boss, it's time for us to go in. ”

"Talky!" said so, but the Ironhide Boss had just won and was in a good mood, so even scolding didn't seem painful. "Let the boys slowly clear the dwarves inside. I'm going to think about it first...... How to deal with those dwarves outside next...... "The Iron Boss has a long-term vision and has considered his next move.

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In the distant dwarven camp, Ashrufat had already heard reports from Naragrim and the helicopter pilots.

"Yes, master. In her mind's eye, Carrie said to Ashrufat. "I have ordered the detonation. If the castle collapses in its entirety......" her voice grinned. "You can get rid of thousands of greenskins anyway. In this case, we will have wiped out half of the greenskins. ”