The airdrop point was already under the city wall, and the dwarves rushed into the wall in a few steps, avoiding being killed remotely by the warpstone gun-carrying team. If those rat men really opened their guns and shot them, the brotherhood without shields would probably suffer a lot of damage.
"Kill me hard!"
There was also a clan of ragtag rats in the alleyway within the city wall. Snorri sent a rune message to Belegar before the airborne landing, and the Andergrand clan turned from defense to offense to receive their reinforcements.
"No one can stand in my way!"
A tall ancestral spirit charged forward. He danced his battle ax like a helicopter rotor, slaughtering the Skaven whose retreat was blocked and whose morale collapsed. This is Halkenhaver-Ganshu, the last gatekeeper of the Eight Peaks Mountains. At that time, his bravery ranked among the top three in the entire mountain kingdom.
Gansu and his companions successfully repelled the first few attacks on Mount Eight Peaks. At the last moment, the soldiers who guarded the city with him were all killed and wounded, leaving him alone fighting alone. He refused to retreat and died honorably at his post, surrounded by Skaven corpses filling the tunnels.
The fighting power of the small clan was incomparable to the elite of the Moss clan, and they soon began to flee for their lives under the leadership of the warlord. The world of the Demon Rat is one of jungle and strong prey. If you lose a battle as long as your strength is intact and your status is still there, but if you win a battle but lose all your troops, it will only be a tragic ending.
When Snorri saw this, he did not block the escape route. Instead, he and his men stood guard and intercepted the passing rats. Even though this clan is small, it is still according to rat people standards. From the warlord guards to the lowest slave rats, there are thousands of them. It is unrealistic to rely on dozens of people to annihilate them all.
"It's so good to see you. By the grace of the ancestors and gods, you are here before I have finished reading the articles on the oath stone!"
Belegar Hammer took off his helmet, revealing a joyful young face. His subordinates were also overjoyed when they saw Snorri. These dwarves, who had just left the terrifying battlefield of Bafeng Mountain and had lived a stable life for less than two years, were somewhat confused when they were suddenly attacked by their old enemy.
"Well, how's the situation at the fortress?"
Snorri lifted the gods from descending to earth, and the fact that he could change his form was given numerous explanations in various taverns, but he himself did not intend to respond to this.
"I lost several experienced sentries, but the rest are fine. Those despicable rats couldn't even imagine that you could come so early with the tip of their tails. They are still testing." Belega's tone sounded lighter.
"Brothers, clean the battlefield! Let us celebrate the victory with a feast and wine and welcome our respected ancestors and his warriors!" He jumped on the oath stone again and raised his arms and shouted.
"Vallaya! What are you talking about? Feast, victory?" Snorri was stunned on the spot.
"Isn't that right? You've arrived and the rats have been driven back."
"In front of the Plague Exorcist and the Demigod Killer, they are considered elites if they are not directly frightened out of their guts!"
"Praise be to the ancestral gods and His Majesty Snorri!"
The dwarves of Cladromen and the elites brought by Snorri were all cheering. In their opinion, wasn't this what happened? With a great and powerful man chosen by the ancestors and gods sitting in charge, what kind of waves can a mere Skaven make?
"Hey! That's Quirk-Headhunter, fighting in the Eight Peaks Mountain.
. "Snorri's roar stopped halfway.
"You're talking about that guy who's rolling around in front of you and can't even take out his penis? It's so big that it's nothing more than a flower stand!" Gotrek scratched his head. The so-called enemy of the mountains could only run faster. That’s all.
"Uh, you're talking about that big rat man, right? He's a close associate of the boss of the Moss clan. He's only come to prominence in recent years. What's wrong with the great enemy of the mountains?"
Belegar-Ironhammer handed the Holy Hammer and the Shield of Resistance to his bodyguards. He stroked his beard, and it took him a while to match the name Snorri said with the enemy in his memory.
"you you!"
The time traveler looked at the disapproving Master of Bafeng Mountain and was speechless for a moment. Only he knew that in the original history, Belegar would exhaust the last strength of the Undergrand clan in the endless battles in the Eight Peaks Mountains, and in the end he would be beheaded by the Quark-Headhunter in a despicable wheel battle. .
"Pick up the guy and put on the armor, the rats will come back! I said so!" Snorri's cold voice echoed in the hall. The dwarves who had relaxed and were about to start celebrating were stunned.
"I only brought less than a hundred people. Not counting the ones I just killed, the rats still have an absolute upper hand in numbers. They won't just retreat. Your head is very attractive."
The prestige of the King of the Southland took effect, and the dwarves got busy. Since there were not enough manpower to guard the outer wall, they began to look for raw materials to build a simple defense line at the entrance of the hall. Belegar arranged the division of labor and returned to Snorri's side again.
"Those planes?"
"There is not enough fuel, and there is a high probability that Quirk will deploy some air defense forces." Snorri guessed what Belega wanted to ask. When he returned, he really had to consider developing a transport aircraft, and he could not just make do with a gondola.
"Then what? Hold until your troops and King Kazador arrive, then rush out and tear off the rat's head together?" Belega asked for advice.
Snorri looked the young king up and down, and he realized that Belegar lacked the ability to think independently. But when I thought about it, it seemed like it should be like this. The last descendant of the Andergrand clan had no shortage of advisers since he took the throne.
Unlike his Balin who mainly played the role of secretary and the taciturn Captain Glenson, the four ancestral spirits were all strong men and managers who acted alone back then. Copper Mountain Castle-Mrs. Ania's natal family should also be able to provide a lot of advice.
"Skaven can also collect intelligence. You have experienced the capabilities of the Moss clan for thousands of years. Use more rune transmitters to maintain contact with the north and south lines. This will allow us to take the initiative."
The dwarves were busy building fortifications here, and Quik also gathered the remaining soldiers outside the city. After cutting off the heads of several guys who ran faster than him, Quick finally suppressed the fear and anger in his heart.
"There's no beard thing, not much! Let the gun team find a good position and find a good position. If there is another moth coming, Shut! Shut!"
It paced, assigning tasks habitually, but did not wait for the familiar "Yes, Yes!" The silence in the tunnel once again reminded Quaker that it had lost its lieutenants and most of its middle-level subordinates.
"Someone! Here, give the bastards something to do, something to do! Wait, wait until the evil moon is in the sky, I want Belegar, Belegar's head! And, there's that stone thing too!"
Quick showed his white teeth, knowing that he couldn't just go back.
