"Rat, die!" Snorri roared angrily and slammed the warhammer in his hand into the ground. A shock wave spread out with him as the center.
The charging speed of the rats affected by the thunderous strike slowed down visibly, and some guys whose center of gravity was not stable fell to the ground. Because the rat men behind them fell into madness, they stepped over them without retreating or giving way.
Looking at the mouse in front of him, the dwarves around Snorri were not nervous. To be honest, the tribesmen who can become anvil guards and hammer warriors are strong enough and have rich combat experience.
Especially coming from Karaz-a-Karak, the capital of the Mountain Kingdom, there are no shoddy guys among these people. Even if bigger, stronger, and more waaagh big orcs come charging at them, they can fight them without changing their expressions, let alone these bigger rats?
The anvil guards did not retreat even half a step and started fighting with them. For a moment, there was a "puff" sound of the battle ax cutting into the flesh and the "puff" sound of the rat weapon scratching or stabbing on the meteorite armor. "Jingle bells" sounded one after another in the street.
Snorri twisted around and hit the storm rat in front of him on the waist, knocking it to the ground and then blocked a spear that was stabbed diagonally with his backhand.
Snorri stretched out his left hand to pass the spear head, and grabbed the wooden spear shaft. He pulled hard. Under the stronger strength and quality of the dwarves, even if it was strengthened by evil magic, the clan rat behind the spear He was also dragged over staggeringly.
"Poof!" Snorri smashed the guy's head with a hammer. In his madness, the rat did not dodge the hammer raised by Snorri's right hand, and concentrated on wrestling with him while holding the spear shaft with both hands.
"Guys, those in the back row come up, those in the front row go to the back and rest!" Snorri roared. He knew that after this group of rats was dealt with, there would be a fierce battle behind him under the screaming death knell, and he needed his subordinates. Save your energy.
It is not difficult for the Anvil Guards to seize the opportunity in the battlefield to drink a few sips of wine and take a rest to restore some physical strength. They often need to be vigilant around the clock when patrolling underground.
Snorri knew that for some teams of Ironbreaker warriors that had been formed long enough, they trusted their comrades enough that the warriors at the back of the queue could nap during the battle.
The dwarves quickly changed their queues, and these well-trained warriors made no additional sounds except the sound of their iron boots on the stone floor.
As time passes, the effects of the death rage spells cast by the Gray Seers' apprentices diminish. The remaining rat men who gradually woke up from their madness couldn't help but shudder when they looked at the broken limbs and broken arms of their kind.
What makes them even more frightened is that the dwarves on the opposite side don't seem to have suffered any damage. The faces of those guys can't see their expressions under the masks, and the armor on their bodies is stained with the blood and brains of their own kind, as if they have just come from the realm of the blood god. He got hit and rolled out.
"Beard thing, awesome, awesome!"
"Rush, rush, we will, die, die!"
The rat people were frightened, and they began to hesitate. At this moment, the muskets and crossbows of the dwarf long-range troops resumed shooting. Apparently with the help of melee troops, they solved or drove away the surrounding night rats and sewer runners.
These assassins of the Essien clan charge a high price, are not in large numbers, and will simply run away as soon as the situation turns bad. They collect money to do things, but there is no loyalty at all.
"Bang! Bang!"
A burst of gunfire completely shattered the rat people's will to resist. Without long-range firepower to suppress them, they were no match, and now they were even more vulnerable.
Perhaps because they were afraid of running back and being killed by the angry Gray Prophet Lord and sacrificed to the Rat God, the remnants of these sniper troops dispersed directly into the buildings of Helmgart. Some of the more clever ones even opened the sewer manhole covers and went in. jump.
"The wrath of Grimnir!" Snorri cursed. He threw his hammer and tried to save one of the two leading ratmen. However, he could not aim because there were too many rats, so he could only kill one. The storm rat chatted for comfort.
With the Skaven flank defeated, Snorri began to re-observe the battlefield. He saw that Viscount Thompson and his men were in a tough fight. The humans had trouble fighting against the rat men due to their height difference.
However, the height difference is only one aspect. The other aspect is the issue of weapons and equipment. Due to the sudden attack, the Rick knights did not have time to mount their horses, so they also gave up their usual lances and switched to one-handed swords and shields.
Compared to the walking knights who are wearing plate armor and can still resist the line although their weapons are not handy, the situation of the giant swordsmen is even more embarrassing.
This is a group of elite heavy infantry who can serve as personal guards for human lords on the battlefield. Unlike the knights, who were composed of noble children, they were composed of the most skilled veterans of the provincial legions.
Relying on the experience gained in bloody battles, wearing exquisite plate armor made by dwarves, and wielding a giant two-handed sword that can cut a green-skinned guy in two, they can fight against most monsters. Bloody savage tribes and mutant hoofed beasts of the forest.
However, when facing the crazy ratmen, the powerful lethality of the giant swordsmen seemed to be overflowing, and their weaknesses were exposed even more obviously-
They were equipped with what was described as full-body plate armor, but actually had one arm and one leg exposed to allow them to operate weapons. Their huge weapons swing relatively slowly, which exposes them to many flaws.
The cunning nature of Skaven was fully displayed in close combat. They caught the unprotected part of the great swordsman's body and attacked. Within a short time of the fight, these elites suffered a lot of losses.
This made Viscount Thompson very heartbroken, because these veterans enjoyed higher military pay, could live in a comfortable barracks in his own castle, and enjoyed better food.
However, the morale of these giant swordsmen is still high, because every time a soldier officially joins the giant sword regiment, he will be required to swear an oath never to retreat.
Snorri realized that now was a good time to launch a general attack to defeat the ratmen. Although the humans were in a bitter battle, the ratmen were also very tired. The sound of the screaming death knell can excite their spirit, but the spirit cannot transcend the body after all.
Snorri noticed that many ratmen were already plagued by black hunger, and their madness could no longer cover up the weakness of their hands and feet.
Although humans have lost the support of spellcasters, the gray prophet lord seems to be tired. Even if it has a lot of magic reserves, continuous casting of spells is undoubtedly a great burden on its fragile body. It is sitting cross-legged and meditating under the death knell.
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