Snorri took a breath looking at this group of wild orcs. He is not a believer of Tzeentch. As a creation of the ancient saints, Snorri does not want to believe in the magic bird god, and he does not like the uncertainties in the plan.
"Brother Dimao, the most cunning one, told me that this little kid can't die, at least, he can't die here right now!" Urzago Green Seer sat on the war pig and opened his bloody mouth.
Snorri couldn't see the expression on his face, because the wild orc's big face was covered by a ferocious mask. The mask was covered in red and white paint, and had a handful of colorful feathers from an unknown bird.
According to rumors, this mask was drawn by Urzago based on his imagination of Brother Mao, but under the influence of my power of thinking, it seems to really give the wearer the power from the wild god, enhancing his defense and spellcasting. ability.
"In the name of the Mother Goddess Varaya! Skarsnik's hatred will be liquidated today!" Snorri shouted, naturally he would not be intimidated by a few empty words.
If you want to save people from him, it is absolutely impossible to just move your mouth, even if the person who comes is Urzago-Green, the prophet co-selected by Brother Mao and the most powerful spellcaster among the contemporary greenskins. Neither can a prophet!
"Oh ho ho! Dwarf Duozi, it seems you are determined to block my way?" Urzago started dancing on the war pig.
"Careful!" Snorri shouted when he saw this. Almost every move of this legendary green-skinned shaman, known as the Dancing King of the Badlands, can channel the surrounding waaagh energy, producing extremely destructive effects.
"Brother, step on him!"
Urzago raised his arms and prayed to the sky with wild gestures. With his roar, a ghostly green foot descended from the sky and stamped on Snorri and the dwarves around him, accompanied by a loud crunching sound.
Urzag-Green Seer may have a strong relationship with Gorge. His big waaagh spells are cast very fast. Snorri's reminder has almost no effect, although even if the reminder is timely enough, he and his men will be there. There is nowhere to hide on the narrow mountain road.
Although this shot of Goge Big Kick did not cause much damage to the heavily armored Anvil Guards, the powerful impact knocked the dwarves who were directly stepped on away, destroying the originally dense front. Kasnik keenly seized this opportunity and rushed out with his soldiers with the fastest hands and feet.
"Die!" Although Snorri was knocked to the ground, he still refused to give up. As he raised his left hand, a rune fireball went straight towards Skarsnik!
"What a difficult dwarf! But I have to listen to Brother Mao's words!" Urzago's eyes lit up, and the deepest malice from Brother Mao converged into a green beam of light and shot out from his eyes, but the target was not Snorri. It's the fireball he shot.
"Pfft!" With a sound, Snorri's rune fireball was offset in mid-air, and the green beam even had enough power to hit the plate armor behind him.
Snorri groaned and rolled two or three times. He turned his head and looked at the two dents on the plate armor, realizing the strength gap between himself and the green-skinned shaman in front of him.
Snorri knew that this hateful gaze was not caused by Urzago's own spell, but the skill attached to the strange mask on his face. If the green-skinned prophet performed a spell after a dance, Snorri would most likely not be able to handle it.
Skarsnik crawled and hid behind Urzago, although he didn't know why this strange kindred spirit wanted to save him - yes, it is true that orcs and goblins are both green-skinned, but at most they are the same kind. They don't think they are the same race.
But now Skarsnik can only choose to believe in this crazy and powerful wild orc who talks about Brother Gomao.
During this period of time, the dwarves were not idle either. The three groups of troops completed the gathering, and also set up the dwarves' favorite formation of melee resistance in the front row and remote output in the back row.
Seeing that the dwarves had no chance to take advantage of him, Urzago, who originally came to save the goblins, didn't want to fight. He turned around and prepared to leave.
Just as the dwarves under Snorri were sighing that their mountain enemies were kidnapped by uninvited guests at the last minute, they suddenly heard Snorri's voice.
"Hey! Urzago, I suspect you have found the wrong person. I think I am also trying to co-opt Brother Mao!" Snorri suddenly spoke.
The dwarves present were dumbfounded when they heard these words. No one understood what was wrong with this goddess's choice, maybe? Maybe he took a bunch of fresh confusion mushrooms that he had just seized?
Urzag-Green Seer heard this and turned around. He looked Snorri up and down, and then laughed maniacally.
"Hahahaha! Xiao Duozi, do you want me to laugh so hard that I can't do any tricks? If so, then you have succeeded!"
"Why are you laughing, you poor guy who was deceived by appearances! You still have the nerve to call yourself a Green Seer? You'd better give up your seat to me as soon as possible!" Snorri didn't take it seriously and mocked lightly.
"Hahahaha! If you want to be Brother Mao's co-selector, you must first be a greenskin, right?" Urzago and the wild orcs behind him laughed.
"Come on, give me a cloak!" Snorri ordered a ranger. He took a green cloak and put it on his body. "What now?" Snorri asked.
"Douduozi, are you messing with Xiami?" Urzago was stunned. He was confused by Snorri's abstract behavior. He decided to put aside the issue of defining the appearance of green skin, lest the crazy dwarf in front of him find a bucket of green paint or a dyed squig to dye himself a literal "green skin."
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking you must be at least waaagh, right?" Urzago changed the subject.
"Aren't I waaagh enough? Aren't I and my boys not waaagh enough?" Snorri turned the hammer in his hand, imitating the green skin's way of saying it and pouting at the corpse of the night goblin lying on the ground behind him.
"Well, okay, I admit that since I got the favor from Brother Gomao, you are the waaaghest guy I've ever met." Urzago respects reality more, and he affirmed Snorri results.
"But, let me think about it, we greenskins are both cruel and cunning, cunning and cruel! How can you, a short guy with a head full of mud, be worthy of comparing with us?"
Urzago then taunted, and after listening to his words, the greenskins shouted again, and even the small group of night goblins who had just escaped began to pretend to be powerful.
Snorri put his hands behind his back and waved them repeatedly to suppress the anger of the tribesmen behind him.
Tolerate? Are you kidding me? Am I not cruel enough? "
Thank you for the gradual disappearance of ignorance. Don’t be carried away by the emotional monthly ticket.
