This Dimensional Stone Fragment Armor, which is cherished by the leader of Gnodor, is certainly not ordinary. It enjoys a high reputation throughout the Demon Rat Empire. The energy released by the warpstone fragments embedded in specific patterns covers the armor, providing the wearer with special resistance in addition to regular protection.
"Hmm.
. "
Gotrek's throat trembled. The headhunter opposite him was taller than the average storm rat, and compared to the dwarves, he was taller and had longer arms. Although he gave up the burden of heavy armor, Skaven's talent allowed him to remain as fast as possible.
Quick also tensed his body and moved slowly. He had cursed the Crippled Warlord countless times in his heart. How could he be a transport captain? During the brutal training in the gladiatorial pit, it once broke the twisted giant arm of the rat troll during wrestling, but the strength of the beard thing was still too strong for it to withstand.
"My God, the Horned Rat, this is not a dwarf at all!"
Quick felt the sweat on his back soaking his hair, and the evil nature deep in his bloodline made him want to "turn in", but the education of clan honor and loyalty since birth prompted him to continue this duel. Of course, what made it make this decision was the excellent performance of the plate armor on its body. Yes, yes! This thing works better than it imagined.
A series of collisions followed, and Quick used both claws to form a circle of knives to protect his body. Gotrek tried to slash several times but was blocked. The ax he risked being injured failed to make a solid impact and was bounced away by the armor.
"Whoaaah!"
This time Gotrek roared and attacked first. He sprinted quickly, trying to get into Quick's inner circle. The two-handed hammers and axes used by dwarves are not like human spears and swords. They have no advantage over one-handed weapons in terms of attack range. Swinging them with both hands is just for the convenience of exerting force.
"No, I don't know whether to live or die!"
Quick jumped back slightly to keep his distance. If this duel were compared to a boxing match, he was a roaming boxer who won by hitting points, while Gotrek was a slugger who punched hard.
"drink!"
The dwarf found the opportunity and swiped his ax to knock the war blade away, and then rushed into the circle of swords with a short stature. Quick's moves were too old, and it was too late to close the knife and block again.
"Grandpa Gao took your head!"
He took a deep breath, raised the ax over his head, then slashed hard from the upper right to the lower left, and used the wild horse trick to part the mane.
"Gotrek! Gotrek!"
"This mustache is really brave!"
"The next generation is to be feared, the next generation is to be feared!"
The white light formed by the ax blade flashed past, and the dwarves cheered loudly when they saw that Quick's head was about to be dismembered. Jenrick, who was standing next to Snorri, also looked excited. He didn't expect that the young uncle who was so inconspicuous before and just came to escort the convoy with delicious food and other daily necessities turned out to be such a warrior.
"Why do I have a bad feeling?"
Snorri frowned. He didn't find any look of panic or fear on Quick's face. There was no doubt that this was unnatural.
"boom!"
A sudden explosion brought the dwarves' cheers to an abrupt end. As the aroused smoke dissipated, Quick's tall body was gradually revealed. It seemed unscathed, except that the green light of the dimensional stone fragments on the armor was dimmed a lot.
"Ahem! It's a pity that your knife is still not fast enough."
Gotrek's stocky figure also appeared, leaning on a big ax to support his body. The sharp-eyed tribesmen could see a blood hole on his back dripping with bright red liquid, and at the same time, a wound seemed to have been cut off on his left arm.
"It's okay, don't be nervous, my friends." Gotrek slowly straightened up. He muttered to himself and waved his hand to stop his comrades who were about to meet him. "I heard her voice! The bravest of the ancestral gods!"
"Pretend, pretend to be a ghost!" A trace of astonishment flashed across Quirk's mouse face. It didn't expect that this dwarf was so lucky. Although the toxicity of the warpstone war blade should also cause the injured to die slowly in pain, this is incomparable to the effect of the owl leader in front of the battle in boosting the morale of the army.
"Shura Martial God"
"You guys with beards, your gods have abandoned you a long time ago! Pillar City is the proof!"
The sharp claws of the Moss clan approached the injured dwarf with long strides. It thought of the swaying statues with lake-like faces in the network of the Eight Peaks Mountains. It thought of the shrines that were filled with excrement and garbage from the same clan, as well as An The desperate lament of the dwarves of the Degrand clan before they died in battle.
The weak gods of the dwarves have long since entered dusk. Otherwise, how could they have remained silent during thousands of years of war? Bafeng Mountain also claims to have the core temple of the Mother Goddess. Hasn't it also become the place where the Moss clan thrives?
"The horned rat walks among us!" Quirk silently recited the mantra of the killed magic consultant. The brave warrior's sudden transformation into a magic stick made the headhunter feel alarmed.
"Ahhh!"
Gotrek pulled out the ax with his right arm and put it on his shoulder with a bang. He felt that his body was filled with unprecedented fighting spirit and power, and this energy was in urgent need of a suitable outlet.
"You, you have proven your worth and worth. I will, I will leave a place for your head!" Not wanting to have long nights and dreams, the headhunter slashed Gotrek's neck with his double blades from left to right!
"Ding!"
The green light of the warpstone war blade seemed to have touched his hair. The dwarf moved violently. He swung his right arm and chopped down the battle ax like a horse.
"puff!"
Quick couldn't help but be slightly startled when he saw that the dwarf's head remained in its original position after the killing cut that provided it with two pieces of the collection. Slowly, its gaze moved downwards, and then, a shrill scream came from the mouth that used to only produce cold and ruthless orders.
"Ouch!"
"Ding! Winter!"
The upper part of the left claw blade fell to the ground with a crisp sound. It wasn't over yet, a duller voice followed closely. Quick's originally muscular left claw was gone, leaving only his bare left wrist with blood gushing out.
"Remember, your killer, Gotrek Grenison!" These were the last words the headhunter heard before his head fell to the ground.
The dwarf front was filled with cheers, but in contrast, there was dead silence on the Skaven side. The Storm Rats of the Moss clan need some time to accept the fact that the young warrior who rose to prominence thanks to his unrivaled record has died.
"Swish, swish!"
The rat people in Lame Peak obviously reacted faster. These guys were planning to rub oil on their feet after their previous attack was thwarted. Now that the initiators of this war have all been beheaded in front of the battle line, why don't you hurry up and get out of the way? Why don't you wait for the bearded thing to see off the guests?
"Kill! Drive the dirty rats out of our home!" Belegar didn't know what Quick meant. He tapped his shield and gave the order. The dwarves jumped over the bunker and killed the ratmen who had no intention of fighting.
