The Shield of Resistance is the ultimate in defense, while the Hammer of Clan Undergrand is indestructible. The hammer head of this handed down holy object is trapezoidal when viewed from the side. As a one-handed hammer, it is not large in size, but the master-level runes give it power that does not match its appearance.
"Tsk, tsk, the inherited treasure of the clan, the thing I have now is no different than scrap metal in front of the two of them." Snorri watched as Belega's hammer struck the oath stone as if it was hooked. From all directions, he secretly muttered in his heart.
Although the clan he was born in suffered heavy losses in the Great Holy War and half of the treasures were scattered, as a disciple of Master Kragg the Cruel, he still got a lot of good things, but it was a pity that they were more auxiliary.
The candle behind him burned a lot, and Snorri could hear the warriors in the front row breathing heavier and heavier, and the frequency of their weapons swinging also began to slow down. Belegar obviously noticed this as he tapped his shield rhythmically and gave the order to change formations.
The dwarves standing in the back row moved forward to take over the line, replacing their tired comrades. Even though Belega's men were well-trained, the change of defense still brought some fleeting chaos to the array.
Mrs. Ania and other women briefly treated the wounds of the tribesmen who retreated, and sent food and beer. Although the inferior weapons of the clan rats are not mixed with warpstone, they are also rich in various viruses from their harsh living environment. Although the dwarves have high resistance, it is better not to use them if conditions permit.
It was another long round of consumption, and Snorri even closed his eyes and fell asleep for a while. Although it seems boring, this is the tactic that the dwarves have relied on for thousands of years to survive. They rely on their tenacity and heavy armor to withstand the impact of their numerically superior enemies.
Belegar really didn't have much power on hand. Fortunately, he and the two ancestors who directly participated in the battle didn't need much rest. They became the mainstay of the defense line, constantly inspiring their fellow tribesmen and killing the ratmen.
Snorri keenly noticed that the desire to fight in these ragtag ratmen began to decline rapidly. Without the warlords who control them, they can of course be forced to go to the battlefield with coercion and inducement, but it is doomed to be impossible to fight smartly and efficiently.
Once the attack is frustrated, physical strength decreases, and hunger appears, the morale collapse of normal rats is almost irreversible. Perhaps those elders who hold a seat in the Council of Thirteen can come up with some special tricks, but at the moment the Quirk-Headhunters are helpless.
"My Healing Game"
When the second batch of warriors showed signs of fatigue, Snorri knew that the time to change teams was coming again. Quick was obviously aware of this. The words and deeds of Elder Gnoldor and his several years of fighting experience with Belegar gave him such insight.
"not good!"
Snorri noticed that there was some strange movement in the ranks of the rat men. The clan rats slowed down their attack and began to retreat backwards and sideways in an organized manner, apparently to give way to the passage.
The Andegron clan did not disappoint him. The ancestors were older than Snorri and Belegar combined when they died on the battlefield. Their experience and beards, even in spirit form, were reliable enough.
Troni-Ironbrow knocked on the anvil in front of him. He had been watching the previous battle. Snorri is used to releasing the runes first and then waving them into close combat. The rune master of Iron Peak Castle has a different understanding of combat.
"The will of the sons of the mountains for revenge is stronger than steel!"
Oaths and iron runes are commonly found on various protective gears, and with the help of the Anvil of Doom, they can also be applied to warriors in a wide range.
"That's the dimensional flamethrower!"
Snorri narrowed his eyes, and he saw the weapons team of two rats again, but these rats did not hold long-barreled guns and shields. The one in the back carries a huge fuel tank on its back, and the one in the front holds a nozzle in its claws.
The Warp Flamethrower is one of the most deadly weapons of the Skryre clan, and is considered to represent the archetypal technology of the Skryre clan - powerful and dangerous.
This thing is relatively cheap, rough and extremely unstable to match, so that the operator has to wear heavy protective clothing and moves a bit funny.
"puff!"
"call!"
The Warpstone Flamethrower is technically simple and crude. As long as the trigger is pressed, a chemical agent mixed with Warpstone powder will be sprayed out and ignited, turning into an evil green flame.
Fortunately, the range of the jets was limited and they could not tell the difference between friend and foe. The rats of the miscellaneous clan pitied their own lives and gave way to the path too early, giving the dwarves sufficient time to react.
"Throw it to me!"
Belegar roared angrily, and the Iron-Smashing Warriors took out the detonators they carried and threw them. This kind of grenade-like explosive is slightly less powerful than artillery, but it is more convenient and faster.
"Well done!"
Seeing the large green evil fire suddenly rising up from the rat formation and the screaming rats fleeing, Snorri raised his fist and cheered. The explosion of the detonator detonated the fuel canister, and unbridled warpstone fire ignited among the rats.
This green fire is so domineering that it will spread to almost all surfaces of the target as soon as it touches it. The clan rats, who lacked protection, howled and ran away with their heads in their hands, even spreading some flames to the rear ranks.
"Waste! Waste!"
Quick's beard trembled angrily.
"Burn! Keep burning for me! These dwarfs are so waaagh!"
"You, you know yourself very, very well!"
The two heads on the skull laughed, and the former loser could not help but gloat at the sight of Quick's defeat. The large amount of noise and random thoughts in his ears made Quake manic. He knew that obedience comes from violence, and at this time a beautiful charge was needed to boost the morale of the army.
"Come and see who can fight better! We want to have a good fight with them! Yes, yes! Cut off their beards!" The headhunter stood up, showed his double blades, and gave the order to attack.
"Yes! Yes!"
"Beard thing, die! die!"
"Kill! Kill!"
The rats became restless, and an astonishing number of Storm Rats gathered together. This elite of Skaven broke out with an astonishing fighting spirit. The group of Stormvermin closest to Quaker wears red plate armor. They are called the Scarlet Guard, and they are the personal soldiers selected by Quaker.
"Get ready to fire!"
Altman Yanmei shouted loudly. Since Drama Hammerfist went to meet the Iron Peak Castle army but did not return, he temporarily took over the command of the Cladro Gate gun group. Belegar placed cannons and ballistae on the outer walls, and now there are only a few organ cannons in the hall.
"shooting!"
Also fired at the same time as the dwarven artillery are gun carrying teams. They have excellent range and provide fire support for the storm vermin's charge from a distance.
