"Prepare the iron dragon hand cannon, let's rush over!" Snorri frowned upon seeing this. In order to achieve the purpose of blocking, the Skaven warlord did not hesitate to sacrifice his own men's lives to build a poisonous gas zone through the Poison Wind Grenadier. .
Snorri didn't want to force his way in, but on the one hand, due to the life and death of the Sigma War Priest and the participation of the Gray Prophet, the human side was under great pressure and was squeezed back into the temple to fight around the damaged back wall.
On the other hand, if they take a detour, Snorri feels that humans may not be able to support them in arriving, but the problem is that the ratmen can travel faster, and they are fully capable of catching up with the dwarves and creating a poisonous gas zone on the new path. .
At that time, running back and forth consumes physical energy and it will be more difficult to break through, and the losses may be even greater.
Snorri saw the skin ulcers left by the rat people, and the miserable death of the clan rats began to retreat. It seemed that the Skaven warlord did not want to surrender all his power to the poisonous gas.
The iron dragon gunners in the rear group squeezed to the front, and with Snorri's order, more than a dozen tongues of high-temperature flames appeared in the not-so-wide road.
The flame heats the air in the tunnel, which reduces the density of the gas and floats upward. Although the poisonous gas cannot be completely dissipated, it can reduce the content to some extent.
"Hold your breath, let's rush over!" Snorri shouted, took out a towel, covered his mouth and nose, and rushed over.
The distance of more than twenty meters passed in an instant. At this time, the rat man in the front row was still coughing in pain while struggling to reorganize the front line. Once the Warpstone poisonous gas specially prepared by the Skryre clan is inhaled, the lungs will immediately be filled with foaming pus.
Snorri directly activated the Runes of Wrath and Destruction, and the sudden explosion ruined the rats' plan to regroup. This rune also allowed the clan rats who reacted faster, inhaled less poisonous gas and were lucky enough not to die to meet their horned rat god.
The only rats standing in front of the front now are the Storm Rats, who are stronger and have greater endurance. After being devastated by poisonous gas and underground explosions from friendly forces, these black-haired rats that had not had time to escape immediately suffered a new round of blows.
Snorri's Hammer Warriors charged very quickly, using their heavy hammers in their hands to smash the Storm Rats and their red plate armor to pieces with devastating force.
Without the cover of the clan rats, when these black-furred rats are directly exposed to the dwarves' attacks, they cannot sustain a few more rounds than their weaker counterparts.
After Snorri rushed away from the melee ratmen in the front row, he discovered that the ranged ratmen holding slings did not flee. He used one hand to protect his face, and the other hand used his war hammer to strike at the rocks that were raining down on him.
The stones hit his plate armor and made a "crackling" sound, but they did not cause much damage to Snorri.
"Fire! Fire!" Snorri called to Bloxon. He knew that firing when the enemy is clustered is undoubtedly the most efficient. Soon, two cannon shells hit the pile of rat men.
"Boom!"
The power of artillery is fully demonstrated in this kind of town. Even the debris on the stone road stirred up by the explosion is enough to make the clan rats who lack armor protection fall into mourning.
Although the Skaven Warlord and the young Gray Prophet were still shouting to supervise the battle, they had been forced back by their subordinates who had lost their will to fight.
Snorri noticed that several Poison Wind Grenadiers were at the end of the escaping team. These poisonous gas rats could not run fast because they wore rune armor under their robes for protection.
On the one hand, this is because the huge lethality of poisonous wind bombs will always make them the primary target on the battlefield, and it is difficult for guys who are not strong enough to throw the huge glass sphere too far by relying on pure rat power.
In order to avoid being killed by enemy long-range fire before reaching a suitable combat position, Poison Wind Grenadiers need some additional protection.
Of course, the Skryre clan, the number one arms dealer in the Demon Rat Empire, filled their warehouses with dimensional stone coins that also provided the necessary material basis for equipping rune armor.
When the average clanrat is more heavily armored than their burly Stormvermin counterparts, it makes perfect sense to be left behind in the literal rat-hugging phase.
Snorri didn't want to just watch them escape clumsily. He threw the war hammer in his hand and easily knocked down the fastest one, and then the anvil guards rushed up and tore the rest into pieces.
"Assign a few soldiers to take off their equipment and take them back. I want to study them!" Snorri ordered to Johnson-Shield while kicking the bodies of the gas rats to turn them over.
In order to save their lives in the event of an accidental poison gas leak, the Poison Wind Grenadiers are equipped with elaborate gas masks, goggles and bulky respirators.
Snorri was very interested in this set of things. He knew that there would be many battles with the Skaven in the future. In addition to the Skryre clan, the Pestilen clan, whose main force was in Lustria, was also good at using plague. These equipment may even be useful when facing Nurgle's demonic army.
The fleeing Skaven blocking force was moving towards their main force attacking the temple in embarrassment. The rapid breakthrough by the dwarves on the flanks undoubtedly caused chaos for the leading Gray Prophet.
Snorri saw it scolding his apprentice from a distance, and then found something strange and forced it into the young Gray Seer's mouth.
The reinforcements of the dwarves once again gave the humans courage, and Viscount Thompson knew he needed to seize this opportunity. If the dwarf reinforcements were driven back, all he could count on was William III of Altdorf.
And now that the walls of the Temple of Sigmar, the most important support, have collapsed, he is not sure that he will hold on until reinforcements arrive.
It is true that Montfort Castle, which stands at the other end of the Axbite Pass, is closer to Helmgart, but the viscount did not send anyone to ask for help from the Duke of Bretonnia at all.
For a nobleman of the human empire, if he did that, it would be better to fight and die at the hands of foreigners. In this way, at least the family's status could still be maintained, and his heirs could continue to inherit his title.
For this reason, Viscount Thompson rushed out with his most elite troops - a small group of giant swordsmen carrying two-handed heavy swords and a dozen Rick swordsmen wearing full-body plate armor, equipped with long swords and shields.
The light fire wizard had previously cast two more spells to contain the rat people's crazy attack inspired by the screaming death knell, but he still drained his magical wind and released a flowing fire cloak.
"Akshay protects you!"
Threads of fire surrounded the Viscount and his men, which could protect themselves or burn the enemy.
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