The firepower of a small number of organ cannons falling into the rat tide is no different than the firepower of a mud cow falling into the sea. In addition to being knocked down by a direct shot, the Storm Rat can withstand the splashing shrapnel with its shield and armor.
The black-furred Storm Rats and the dwarves were in close combat, and this time Belegar was not as at ease as before. The individual combat effectiveness of Storm Rats, especially those of the Moss clan, is roughly the same as that of ordinary dwarf levies.
Although in the eyes of the sons of the mountains, the armor and stomach on the black-skinned mice are crudely made, and if they come from the dwarf workshop, they would only be waiting for the blacksmith's finger-severing ceremony, but it is undeniable that they are still metal plate armor, which can play a basic protective role. .
Relying on the advantage of combat experience, the general strength of the Storm Rats is comparable to that of the temporary dwarf miners, and the Moss clan relies on to stand in the Demon Rat Empire. Naturally, there is something extraordinary about it.
Fortunately, Belegar's men are not temporary recruits. Most of those who appear here have been tempered on the battlefield of Bafeng Mountain. In that environment, they may participate in more battles in one year than their compatriots in the hinterland of the mountains in ten years or even several years. Even more people have participated in ten years.
When there is no obvious generation gap in equipment, the role of combat experience and technical and tactical level becomes prominent. How to save energy while slashing and blocking again and again, how to accurately insert the ax into the gap between the enemy's armor, and how to deal with multiple enemies skillfully, etc. These are not the skills of working in mines and blacksmith workshops. brought.
When he first arrived at Cladromen, Snorri was very envious of the quality of Belegar's men, which also strengthened his idea of forming a free standing army. Facing an overwhelmingly superior enemy, these veterans were not at a disadvantage for a while, even though there was no good location to rely on.
"It's not as simple as I thought! Even if the relationship between the Moss clan and the Gray Prophets is not good, there are always ways to limit the performance of the ancestors." Snorri muttered while looking at the battle situation.
The weapons in the Storm Rat Claws surrounding King Loen and Gatekeeper Rockbeard glowed green. Although weapons directly carved from large pieces of dimensional stone could only be used by warlord-level rats, a group of The Moss clan that dominates the badlands can still afford the materials mixed with dimensional stone chips or leftovers during casting and equip them in batches for elite troops.
Such a clever halberd still possesses the qualities of a dimension stone, one of which is its ability to cause magic attacks and thereby harm spirits. In addition, the gun team also targeted the two heroes. Every time they were hit, the bodies of the two heroic spirits would be inconspicuously weakened.
"It's quite cautious. A mouse is a mouse, and you can't change its problems."
The time traveler's focus has never left Quaker. When the future God of War from Bafeng Mountain charged, he ran in front, but when he got into hands with him, he wandered outside the battle line with the Scarlet Guard, giving Snorri no chance at all. Chance.
Snorri was monitoring the situation, as was Quick across from him. Its pair of scarlet rat eyes were darting around, searching for the terrifying living stone statue yesterday morning. If it was successful, the stone statue would fall from the sky again, and there would be no rats to stop it from flying hammers!
Quirk-Headhunter spent the entire afternoon compiling information about the several Flying Moths and the Bearded Things that jumped down. Without the all-pervasive spies of the Eshin clan, it felt like its eyes were in the dark.
Fortunately, the stone statue is very recognizable, and the few remaining crippled peak leaders analyzed and determined that the guy was Snorri Thorson, the dwarf king who ruled the Southland. But why he left Hongyun Mountain and suddenly appeared here is unknown.
"Tell me, which one is him?"
Quick grabbed the soft flesh on the back of a mouse's neck, lifted it into the air, and asked in a low voice.
"Your Excellency! I, I really don't know!" The Lame Peak warlord shouted that he was wronged. Although he had a small-scale conflict with the dwarves of Hongyun Mountain for two or three years, he had no idea about the legendary King of the South, Snorri and the others. I only heard his name but never saw his person.
Snorri, who has been squatting in Plateau Castle all year round to do research, is so well-known among the local rats that he owes it to Johnson Strongshield's unremitting publicity.
He is now revered by his tribe as Oracle Johnson, because he has loudly relayed Snorri's orders and even the oracles from the ancestral gods many times on the battlefield.
With every batch of new recruits, Johnson had to tell a lot of stories about how he followed Snorri, and his loud voice ensured that even the rats on the opposite side could hear them clearly.
Out of the habit of a dwarf, he kept polishing his story so that Snorri and his own image would continue to grow taller and fuller.
At the same time, not being able to participate in the expedition after the Coffin Canyon is the veteran's biggest regret. Killing spiders once, fighting monsters twice, and evading elves three times are the main figures in Snorri's epic! Perhaps to make up for it, his description of these contents was even more "lifelike".
After listening to the local rat report in the afternoon, Quick took the time to look in the mirror to see if there were any horns sprouting from his head. According to what they said, the reason why I was not trampled to death the moment the stone statue hit the ground was because of the great grace of the Horned Rat God.
"Then, then I'll force him out, and then, I'll take off his head and keep it!"
Quik looked at the dwarves who had seen attrition in some places and began to gradually deform, showing their rat teeth. So what about a stone statue? It was just that I was not prepared in the morning. You know, there are not as many storm rats under his command, both with and without beards!
"Yes, yes!"
After receiving the order, the scarlet guards who had already been gearing up rushed over screaming. The impact of this tyrant of rats caused the defense line to dent directly. This was the result of Troni's rune buff.
"Is it time for us to take action?"
Gotrek asked as he took down the battle flag rolled up on his back and spread it out.
"Look again, this is not the first time Belegar has seen these red rats." Snorri thought for a moment before shaking his head.
"In the name of the Undergrand clan!"
“What you swear is as solid as a rock!”
"The ancient hatred will finally be settled!"
While he was talking, a group of dwarves standing behind Belegar moved. They waved the rune hammers in their hands and shouted to kill the scarlet guards.
"Andergrand is sworn to be his personal guard. To join them, you need to swear an oath in front of the oath stone. Note that their equipment is a golden age treasure that was once sealed in the treasure house. It is much better than the current products of the old blacksmith!"
As the dwarf who was most familiar with the situation in the Kladron Gate, Gotrek raised his eyebrows and introduced. Although he no longer works as an engineer, his failure to deal with the blacksmiths is still deeply rooted in his character.
