Snorri and his men responded to Viscount Thompson's team on one side and launched an attack on the Skaven from two directions.
The Gray Prophet Lord under the screaming death knell was obviously a little panicked. Under its desperate beating, the deafening bell resounded throughout Helmgart Fortress. Fueled by the sound of the bell, the Skaven's ferocious nature seems to have no end.
They surged toward the temple of Sigmar like waves. It seemed that the Gray Prophet who took the lead also knew that Snorri could not really fight for the humans. He wanted to crush the human troops first.
In fact, Snorri really wanted to reduce his losses. After all, it was Viscount Thompson's own business to protect Helmgart Fortress. His Majesty Dieter IV would not compensate him for the losses the dwarves suffered here. gold.
"Let the long-range troops fire freely!" Snorri led the melee troops in a tug-of-war with the ratmen. He wanted to rely on long-range firepower to destroy the ratmen flanks in front of him.
After receiving the order, the thunder gunners and heavy crossbowmen spread out on their own to find suitable shooting positions in the surrounding buildings. In human cities, the long-range firepower of dwarves with straight ballistic trajectories is difficult to display.
After a brief struggle and waiting for the long-range troops to be in position, Snorri directed the surrounding soldiers to retreat. He did not want to be accidentally injured by his own long-range firepower like his elder brother.
The Ratmen on the flanks were a little further away from the Screaming Death Knell, and the encouragement effect they received was relatively poor. Seeing these difficult bearded things in front of them retreating on their own initiative, it was too late for them to be happy!
These rats used weapons to support their bodies and panted heavily. Although they had a good meal before the war, their innate high metabolism still made them feel hungry and tired very quickly.
But soon, death fell from the sky, and hundreds of thunder guns and crossbows shot in turn on their heads. For a moment, the rat man fell down like wheat.
The storm rats equipped with armor can hold on for two more times, while the clan rats can only use the bodies of dead or even half-shot comrades as a shield.
"These rats are really worse than beasts!" Snorri noticed that some Skaven were secretly eating the corpses of their dead companions, trying to replenish some energy on the battlefield. As for touching the corpses of fellow tribesmen to get two good pieces of equipment for themselves, let alone them.
Several more clan rats found that the leading warlord did not stop them. They scrambled to tear at the body of a storm rat, and before the body had cooled down and stiffened, they peeled off the red-painted plate armor.
Snorri felt that he should fight hard against the rats when their morale was low, and he secretly told Bloxon to prepare to fire.
At this moment, Snorri heard a few muffled groans and screams.
"Something's wrong!" Snorri looked around and motioned for the anvil guards to move closer to him.
"Clan Eshin!" He and Johnson Strong Shield shouted together.
Snorri did not see the ratmen of the Eshin clan wearing black cloaks on the frontal battlefield, so they were probably deployed in some dark corners in advance or had just returned from a vicious mission.
"Work as a group to respond to our long-range troops!" Snorri secretly regretted his carelessness. When the dwarves' troops were united, the sneaky stalking rats refused to show their faces, but once they dispersed, they emerged to cause trouble.
Snorri did not dare to let the melee dwarves disperse as individual soldiers, otherwise, except for the anvil guards who were covered in meteorite plate armor, the other dwarf warriors might suffer disaster if they were caught off guard by the sewer-running rat's sneak attack.
As Snorri's order was passed on, the dwarf warriors in the rear group went deep into the building back to back in groups of three to five. Bursts of short shouts of killing came out.
Snorri was still worried about his people, but the Skaven warlord opposite did not want to miss this rare opportunity. Taking advantage of the sparse dwarves' long-range firepower, it reorganized the Skaven's front.
"Beard thing, die, die! Otherwise, otherwise, we have to die, die!" The Skaven warlord rat's eyes revealed madness, obviously it had been threatened by the Gray Prophet Lord under the screaming death knell.
Continuous failure to stop it makes its superiors lose patience with it. Skaven will not gradually gain respect or status, and of course it will not be given actively in the barbaric society of the Skaven, so they must brutally seize leadership.
Each Skaven warlord has proven himself to be a first-rate warrior and cunning opponent over the years, and when cornered they can unleash a ferocity that is fearsome.
The Skaven Warlord led the charge, brandishing his warglaive. It was very fast and headed straight for Snorri. This sudden increase in speed made Snorri suspect that it triggered an effect similar to the Seeker.
The young Gray Seer apprentice once again swallowed the warpstone coin to obtain additional reserves of magical wind. Just now it was fed a crazy potion by the teacher, and now it risks overloading the magic circuit and even exploding to death. To cast a spell.
It waved its hand gestures, stimulating the violent power in the rat people's bodies, prompting them to vent their madness on the dwarves. Their charge speed and strength have been increased.
Snorri felt the pressure for a moment, but he didn't panic. Even if Skarsnik killed him, why would he be afraid of these literal nameless rats?
"Spray them for me! Roast the rat meat and let these hungry ghosts eat it warm!" Snorri yelled. He did not disperse the iron dragon gunners and charged directly at them in the street. The large group of ratmen is a good opportunity for them to show off.
The iron dragon gunners strode forward with weapons in hand. Snorri and the anvil guards beside him asked them to make room. Tongues of flame raged through the streets of Helmgart as the trigger was pulled.
Snorri wrinkled his nose. He noticed the smell of burnt fur and the smell of roasted rat meat. He waved his hand in front of his nose to blow away the smell. You can't eat this roasted rat meat!
Only Fat Grandpa Nurgle in the subspace knows how many strange bacteria and viruses these beasts living in the sewers carry. They can be said to be "clean and hygienic".
However, the effect of this round of flame spray was not very good. Due to the madness, the rat men did not charge upwards in a neat formation but charged as skirmishers.
The armored elites couldn't outrun the unarmored low-level units, and they hardly suffered much losses. So when the iron dragon gunners retreated and reloaded, Snorri and his men faced the crazy Stormvermin.
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