Section 22 Spring

Spring is coming.

There is no such thing as an "angel of inform" for the change of seasons. Despite the church's constant propaganda, there are always people who don't know if they are liars or cramps who announce that they have seen these angels. But facts are facts - angels or not, or whether you worship the gods of the star field or not, spring will come. The dwarves worship their ancestral gods, and the greenskins worship their brothers, which does not prevent them from reaching the mountains in spring.

The snow that was once thick enough to swallow your knees has left very few scars. This is also the result of making up for a spring snow in the spring. The temperature has become noticeably warmer. The Avengers' camp is already full of Dwarven Engineers wearing a simple coat - so they can get in the way of their work.

In a short time, the snow will completely disappear from the mountainous area, and spring is just around the corner.

Spring in the mountains is actually not as good as spring in the plains, because strictly speaking, spring and summer are short in the mountains, and autumn and winter are long. And spring

The first wave of construction on "Wide Area Battlefield Design" (which is also the name that Master Ashrufat gave himself to his latest design) has ended. Relying on the dwarves' superb craftsmanship and perseverance, of course, the encouragement and support of various fine wines, and their advanced steam excavation equipment, all the construction was successfully completed according to the plan.

Now they can wait for Greenskins to burrow into this elaborate battlefield. The results of Master Ashrufat's interrogation of the Greenskins had become known throughout the barracks, and almost every dwarf now understood that a very large tribe of Greenskins had gathered in the mountains. As soon as the temperature warms up, the tribe can launch a large-scale invasion at any time.

A great battle to determine the fate of this land is about to begin.

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"Listen! Tell the Tin Boss! Tell him that I'm waiting for him here! If he brings seeds, come here and fight us. ”

Wocher's fingers made a movement, and Eshurufat's voice stopped abruptly. "Well, his declaration of war is quite emotional, isn't it?" he asked his companion. "The dwarves built a simple castle and then released the goblins from the castle, so that the Greenskins' future offensive had a goal. ”

The gray cloak didn't answer, just sneered.

"So, I also specially captured the four goblins he sent back. Worchel said. "This can delay us for a month or so. ”

"About a month...... "The gray cloak tapped the table with its fingers. "Is it possible to be detected by the Scarlet Duke?"

"He couldn't have noticed. It is impossible for either side to penetrate the other...... Greenskins can't disguise themselves as dwarves, and dwarves can't disguise themselves as greenskins. Dwarves can only get their hands on each other by sending spies...... However, in this mountainous area, when it comes to scout warfare, Greenskin has a great advantage. I think the Scarlet Duke would be reluctant to throw his men into the meat grinder, and at worst he would have to use a helicopter to scout Greenskin's movements. ”

"Hmm......" the gray cloak nodded.

That way, even if Greenhide didn't react to his provocation in time, he could only assume that the couriers had an accident, or that the Ironhide needed careful planning to launch a large-scale attack. In short, the Scarlet Duke had no choice but to wait patiently. He can't send a dwarf to provoke the Tin Boss, can he? Of course, even if he did, we would still be able to capture the dwarf halfway. Now this weather ...... If the greenskins don't have a big stimulus, they won't go on the offensive right away......"

Indeed, the greenskins will become active as the temperature gradually rises, and sooner or later the dwarven legions will be spotted deep into the peninsula region. If nothing else, and according to the greenskins' habits, they will probably find the dwarves in early summer. Of course, it didn't take that long, actually, as the Dwarven Legion had already fought Greenskins more than once. Although they took advantage of the favorable terrain and wiped out more than one stream of green skins. But no matter how thorough their annihilation battle was, there were always some boys who escaped from the encirclement. Especially the slippery spider kid and the wolf rider kid.

These slippery boys probably all defected to a small tribe nearby. In this way, as the weather warms up and the activity of the greenskins becomes active, rumors about the Dwarven legions will soon spread throughout the surrounding area. And then—as a powerful boss who is eager to consolidate his position with a victory, the Ironhide Boss will definitely lead his troops straight through. Either beat the dwarven legions to shreds, or let yourself be beaten to pieces by the dwarves.

Neither of these results has anything to do with each other (the former is even better). But they had to make sure that the timing was right - if the Tin Boss was defeated, they had to get the White Boss to pick up before the dwarves could repair their military installations.

In other words, the Iron Boss is the one who stepped on the mines, and no matter what trap the Scarlet Duke lays, he will detonate it. Then, the real killer of the gray cloak, the white-handed boss will arrive in time to make up for the last blow.

"Those greenskins are all right, are they?"

"No problem, I injected them with hypnotic gas. When they wake up, they will probably only feel like they have slept well. Wolfell replied. "We need to get the timing right. What is the white-handed boss doing now?"

"Annexation and absorption of tribes as we have planned. The gray cloak replied. "It's a pity that winter is not suitable for green activities. Otherwise, he would probably be able to assemble a strong enough legion by now. But in another three months or so, under our guidance, he should be able to gather all the large and medium-sized tribes except the Tin Hide tribe. At this moment...... He's probably working hard......"

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"Waaaagh......" The white-handed boss raised his magic battle axe aloft and let out a terrifying shout of victory.

With his cries, the organized resistance of the Sawtooth tribe has collapsed. The remnants of the tribe retreated, relying on makeshift fortifications for the last stubborn resistance.

Like all greenskins, the white-handed boss's body continues to grow with his victories as he wins one victory after another. If the appearance of the white-handed boss in the past would have made his subordinates suspicious, now this doubt has completely disappeared. He has grown strong and big because he has reached his peak and become a veritable boss.

He's won the battle. With the Sawtooth Boss being cut off by his head with an axe, there is no suspense in the war. The rest of the Sawtooth Boys were all driven into the deepest part of their lair. The Lair of the Sawtooth Tribe is a cave with only one entrance, so the Sawtooth Boys have no choice but to fight with their backs.

Normally, the victorious, bloodthirsty Greenskins would not let their men go in such a situation. Even if they want to surrender, they will have to wait until their exuberant desire to kill is satisfied. But at this time, the white-handed boss stubbornly stopped the bloodthirsty impulse of his subordinates.

"You, come over to me!" said the white-handed boss, pointing to a goblin beside him.

"Boss, what's the matter?" Although the goblins are timid and cowardly, as the saying goes, the goblins are strong, and when they have a great advantage in numbers, they also dare to rush to the front line.

"Give me a pass, tell those boys, I'll give them one last chance. Listen to me, and I'll spare them!"

This is the time to surrender. Although many of the white-handed tribesmen were dissatisfied because they couldn't fully vent, they didn't dare to speak out because of the boss's power. The goblin left his line and walked proudly towards the back of the Sawtooth Tribe's defense.

In this case, there is no second possibility. The greenskins may not have much in their heads, but they are not fools seeking their own death.

With the help of the remaining members of the Sawtooth Tribe, the White-Handed Boss quickly swept away all of the Sawtooth Tribe's accumulated wealth. After doing this, he immediately ordered the whole army to set out of camp.

"Boss, boss, where are we going?" a goblin leader of the former sawtooth tribe came up to him and asked the white-handed boss.

"Go...... Red Cloud Tribe!" the white-handed boss replied bluntly. Brother Mao's oracle is like a whisper in the wind, always indicating his way forward. Although the white-handed boss had never been to this area before, and was not at all familiar with the greenskin tribes in the vicinity, the guidance from Brother Mao and the whispers from the wind told him everything.

The power of the white-handed boss swelled rapidly, and his subordinates were no longer as many as the thousands of boys before, but an army of tens of thousands. In terms of size, the Whitehand Tribe can be considered a large tribe no matter what. But for the white-handed boss, these are still not enough.

"Boss, I have a great idea. A goblin popped up. He was also a newcomer to the city - as the victory and fame of the white-handed boss grew, many rangers and small tribes joined him. Like all goblins, once they follow a new boss, they can't wait to show off in order to become the boss's henchmen.

It's also a shortcut for goblins to improve their status. If a goblin can give the boss a good idea and become the boss's adviser and follower, then his status in the tribe can be described as a step to the sky. No matter how small or weak this goblin is, with the boss in his hands, he can still instruct the other greenskins around.

"What's the idea?" asked the white-handed boss.

"Boss, I know where the Iron Tribe is. Boss Ironskin, I don't know if you've heard of it...... At that time, a green skin with a big top and a strong top could beat a wild boar with one punch...... Of course, it's still worse than you. ”