I saw that some of the humans who were originally traveling with the convoy were gradually mutating. Some of them had hair growing on their bodies, and some of the teeth in their mouths were elongating into animal teeth!
"The art of animal transformation! Well, that guy can increase the savage and bestial part of human souls in the deepest part of their souls! If this continues, these poor people will completely turn into beasts!"
Stringer's advisor recognized this terrifying wild magic. His screams made the dwarves feel fearful, and some of the unsteady tribesmen also twitched in pain.
"Quick, the rune of hearth and home!" Snorri shouted from a distance. This rune that can arouse people's sense of honor and courage can deal with damage that directly affects the depths of the soul.
Stringer reacted, and he quickly aroused the power of the runes. The alienation of the dwarves stopped, but the strength of the young rune blacksmith was far from enough to compete with the legendary screaming shaman. Those who were not mentally strong Although the alienation of human beings has been delayed, it is still continuing.
"Do it, Prince! They, these human friends will understand you!" The consultant calmed down and looked at the poor man who had lost his human form, with red eyes and drooling at the corners of his mouth, and he quickly suggested.
"This, I..." Stringer hesitated, holding up the forging hammer.
"Haha! Little guy, follow your own heart and release your desires!" Malago raised his staff again. This beastman blessed by the Chaos Gods is good at seizing any opportunity to drag his opponents into the abyss.
"Shut up, noisy crow!" How could Snorri sit and watch it cast a spell? Since activating the Doomsday Anvil was of no use, he could just use a hammer to physically interfere with it.
A storm hammer roared towards the Crow Father in mid-air. After all, it was still a spell caster and did not dare to directly attack it. It was forced to flap its wings to dodge, interrupting its dirty spell.
"Dwarves, you are a little tougher than the fragile hoofless ones, but so what? You still can't hide from our horns!" Seeing the dwarves entering the narrow valley mouth, Malago simply stopped wasting mana. .
If you prepare in advance, arrange enough foul totems, and have the blessing of the Demonic Rock, Evil Moon, etc., Dark Omen Malago can even twist an entire town into a paradise for beasts at once.
However, the dwarves are naturally resistant to the corruption of Chaos, and it comes in a hurry. The time, place and people are not coordinated, and their ability to confuse people is quite limited.
"Charge, I heard the whisper of the god. The brave may be promoted!" Malago waved his staff and spread the grace of the chaos god on his subordinates.
The grace received by this legendary screaming shaman is not only its wings, but also its deep and unique voice. Its voice seems to reach directly to the depths of the soul. When it chants spells and casts spells, it can make the listener full of energy and speed. promote.
A large group of beastmen emerged from the depths of the jungle. Their numbers were almost equal to that of Skaven, but the weakest ones were on par with or slightly higher than clan rats in terms of combat effectiveness. As Malago cast a spell, a cloak of dark power appeared behind these beastmen.
"In the name of Gorok, crush the fools who disobey the gods!" Malago released a high-level wild spell - Gorok Cloak, which greatly enhanced the lethality of his men. This spell comes from the first minotaur in all worlds, which is said to have the power of a storm.
"Fire! Three-stage shooting method!" Snorri commanded while looking at the charging herd. Due to the narrow entrance to the valley, it was difficult for the long-range troops to fully deploy, so they changed their shooting method.
I saw the dwarf shooters lined up in three rows. The first row fired first, then retreated to the back of the team to concentrate on loading ammunition, and then the soldiers in the second row stepped forward to fire. Three rows of tribesmen loaded and fired alternately, and the dense barrage suppressed the beastman's attack.
Malago watched in mid-air as his large group of men and horses crowded into the narrow valley mouth, being easily harvested by the dwarves from a distance, and felt anxious in his heart. These guys with the desire to fight - that is, those who have reached the peak of animal madness have only one idea left, that is, to rush in and satisfy their hunger for flesh and blood.
Dark Omen is not a fool, it knows that this dwarf team does not have much food and grass, and as long as they block the entrance of the valley for three to five days, they will either be forced to break out of the encirclement, or they will collapse without a fight.
But it also knew that it didn't have time to do that. Although it used a trick to throw away the wood elf for a certain distance, the environmentalists were still pursuing it, and the dwarves in the surrounding mountain fortresses might also come to support.
Thinking of this, it waved the scepter in its hand again!
"Grimnir, Gurmon!"
"The four-armed bull demon, do you also have this thing?"
"Cyclops, be careful!"
As the earth trembled, two behemoths came out. The guy with only one eye on his forehead uprooted a tree and threw it at the dwarves, but it hit the mountain with poor accuracy, shaking the rocks like rain. .
The other one was more decisive and rushed straight to the mouth of the valley. The four-armed bull demons were originally powerful minotaurs. Their endless hunger twisted and mutated them into savage monsters with multiple arms.
As the monster came closer, Snorri saw that it was scarred and riddled with wounds from arrows, some of which still remained. One of its arms is also missing, and now it is a literal three-armed bull demon. This may be the reason why Malago did not let it enter the battle immediately.
"Fire!" Broxon gave the order directly without Snorri's command. When faced with such a large target, the artillery team did not need to aim at all, and just hit it directly.
The cannon shells and ballistae hit the target accurately, but the effect was really not great. Not to mention the whole arm of the giant beast, the forearm alone was as big as the cannon itself, and the small projectiles could not cause much damage.
The Gur beast, under the shocked eyes of the dwarves, waved its huge arms to pick up several horned beasts from the ground, stuffed them into its bloody mouth and chewed them. With the intake of fresh flesh and blood, its injuries seemed to be lessening, and granulation sprouted from the broken arm.
"boom!"
"Duang!"
The physical brute force collided directly with the iron armor. The iron armor of the Iron Breakers was not much stronger than the crude breastplate of the Bretonnian infantry in front of this giant beast.
They were directly smashed into terrifying arcs by the huge force, and the flesh wrapped in them naturally goes without saying. Some tribesmen were swept into the air and then hit the mountain heavily.
Snorri devoted his revival point to the healing effect of Valaya's ritual. A large number of green light balls filled the mouth of the valley. Although the miracle greatly inspired the tribe's desire to fight, Snorri sadly discovered that these lights The ball is suspended in the air and cannot find its target. They can only heal, not revive.
