The dwarves fought and retreated, luring the Arachnari giant spider hundreds of meters away from the forest. They prepared a trap for the giant spider.
Without the restrictions of the forest goblin on its back, the giant spider was completely controlled by its own bloodthirsty desire. It crashed straight in and fell into the big hole that had been dug.
The dwarves around Snorri stood at the edge of the pit and rushed down to attack. Golat also led his people to kill from both sides, blocking the escape path of this wave of other spiders. However, a few of the eight-legged guys escaped back into the forest on purpose.
Snorri's men tried hard to kill the giant spiders that had not fallen into the trap while protecting themselves first. For the giant spider in the trap, they constantly attacked its jointed limbs that poked out of the pit to prevent it from climbing out.
In the eyes of the dwarves, this is the only thing worthy of being rescued by the guys in the forest. As for other spiders and spiders, it is easy to add them.
After a while, there was movement in the forest again. Snorri was secretly happy that the spiders would indeed be fooled! The dwarves then slowly tortured the surrounded guys, but the spiders in the forest did not rush out immediately.
"Brother Mao! Won't arthropods also develop intelligence?" Snorri muttered, looking at the shadowy reptiles in the forest that just didn't come out. Logically speaking, they should only have ganglia, but after all, this is a magical world where dragons can fly in the sky, so it seems reasonable to not be governed by biology.
"Add some spice to the one in the pit!" Snorri decided to stimulate them further.
The Iron Dragon gunners heard the words and came closer. They were itching to look at the huge target for a long time. In order to avoid being directly scalded to death, the dwarves adjusted the firepower. The giant spider had nowhere to hide in the pit and was burned by the fire.
The strange sound of "Hiss!" made the dwarves feel uncomfortable, but it undoubtedly irritated the spiders in the forest even more. Listening to the wailing of the compatriots, the rustling sounds in the forest became more obvious.
"Harder!" Snorri stood up from his seat and shouted through gritted teeth.
At this moment, the communication rune on his Doomsday Anvil lit up. It was a message from Altman in the sky. He saw another giant spider that came out for support retreating!
Perhaps the reproductive mother in the fortress saw through the dwarves' scheme, or maybe her own information was exposed when she was collecting information about the spiders. After all, this is still their home territory. There may be spiders everywhere under the tree roots and in the canopy. They see the actions of the scouts in their compound eyes and are not discovered by the scouts.
"Unsatisfactory!" Snorri shook his head, and he motioned to the anvil guards to carry him over. "Make way, make way!" The guards pushed aside the tribesmen who were watching the giant spider and squeezed to the front of the pit.
"Come on, everyone, come closer! I want to use this giant spider as a sacrifice to honor the ancestor goddess! The compassionate mother goddess is always watching and protecting us!" Snorri knew that there would be a fierce battle behind him, and he would use his own A ritual system to increase the fighting power and confidence of the clansmen.
There was no preparation at the moment, so Snorri asked the tribesmen to put together the idols they carried with them and other symbols of faith. This is not difficult for this expeditionary force formed by the oracle.
Snorri, who had no speech script, simply performed a mime in front of the thing in front of him. He stood on the base of the anvil and danced with his eyes closed, shaking his head for a long time. Then he suddenly opened his eyes and struck out with a storm hammer to send the half-roasted giant spider to its death.
After snatching people's heads openly, Snorri looked at the experience bar that had increased sharply and was very satisfied. Then he chose the poison immunity effect in Valaya's Ritual and temporarily applied it to the entire army.
Maintaining this ritual on a large scale was very expensive, and Snorri was not sure whether the biochemical poison would be effective against the Skaven. After all, the ancestor gods had already left when the rat men appeared. But it should be inevitable that the biotoxins against spiders are effective.
As the circle of light spread outward with Snorri as the center, everyone's desire to fight reached its peak inspired by divine grace.
"Iron dragon gunners open the way! No need to save ammunition! Others, prepare torches and other kindlings, we attack! Retake the mountain fortress and fight here!" Snorri raised his warhammer and pointed forward, and the dwarves were standing in the sun Kill in.
By this time, environmental protection was no longer a concern for the dwarves. The strong men using heavy axes with both hands cleared a path forward with the help of flames. The dwarves quickly passed through the forest area outside the fortress.
Ten minutes later, white spider webs appeared in front of them, and the flames sprayed from the Iron Dragon hand cannon directly ignited them. Spider silk is composed of flammable proteins, and the spider itself secretes a layer of oil on its body and feet to avoid being stuck in the web.
The flame temperature of the Iron Dragon hand cannon is so high that even iron armor cannot withstand it. The gunners must wear meteorite armor to ensure safety. With such fierce flames, coupled with the assistance of torches and kerosene, Spider Web Mountain was enveloped in a sea of fire in a short period of time.
"Coming!" The dwarves felt the constant shaking of the ground under their feet. With the continuous "hissing!" sound, everyone knew that the decisive battle was coming.
The first ones to rush out were the overwhelming number of Squig-sized adult spiders. They were faster, smaller and less resistant to fire. Fortunately, although they were numerous, they did not have enough impact.
The dwarves used iron-breaking warriors to support the front, and bearded veterans and ordinary warriors with shields protected the two wings. The other troops used long-range firepower in the arched front row of bridge holes.
As the dwarves murmured and laughed at the spiders' death, they heard the war cries of the greenskins. The spider that rushed out from behind began to have forest goblins with spiritual stars on its back.
These guys, who were as cunning as their ordinary counterparts, saw that they could not penetrate the front line, and immediately prepared to launch an attack from the side. The knights of Bretonnia mounted their war horses and launched a charge in advance before the spider riders could stabilize their position.
The quality of war horses and knights is far beyond that of spiders and goblins. Two to three hundred spider riders were defeated by a much smaller number of knights. Not to mention the stabbing of the lance in the knight's palm, the trampling of the war horse could turn them green. It shattered to pieces on the ground.
But everyone did not relax, knowing that the real challenge was yet to come. "Crack! Click!" A large number of burning trees were crushed, and two Arachnari giant spiders rushed out. Behind them were a large number of large spiders.
These guys also had wild orcs riding on their backs. This was not the first time Snorri had seen these guys without armor, wielding crude weapons, and with colorful war patterns painted on their bodies. Compared to the Gray Mountains, this is where they should be.
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