"Today, I, Snorri Thorson, King of the Southland, stand here and read out the provisions of the Book of Great Hatred on behalf of the co-owners of the mountains! In the year 3822 of the Granian calendar, this is the eighth day of the Eight Peaks Mountains. A time of harassment!”
"After that, there were nearly two hundred years of bloody battles! Countless heroic heroes emerged throughout the southern edge of the world, and four of them are standing beside us!"
"On November 9, 4010, the ancestors mentioned that it could not help but tear their beards, and King Loen ordered the withdrawal of the fortress. The Kingdom of Mountains lost its most brilliant gem mine, the thoroughfare through the World's Edge Mountains Just cut it off."
"Fortunately, our compatriots headed by the Andegrand clan have never given up. In the past three thousand years, there have been seventeen expeditions and hundreds of expeditions trying to regain the Eight Peaks Mountain. It is on the basis of their struggles that How can we stand in front of the King's Highway so easily!"
"Friends from foreign nations, after the Great Holy War, no army will be bigger and more powerful than ours! Victory, every word in the promise will be fulfilled truthfully, defeat, being surrounded by wolves means nothing, I don't need to say more. Word."
"My compatriots, Bafeng Mountain is where the Mother Goddess' kingdom is. Under His attention, I repeat the oath I made when I set out for the battle one last time: If you don't win, you'd rather die!"
"Victory or death!"
With the cannons and mountain calls, the main force began to advance up the King's Avenue. Iblit, who had stolen the throne room of the Eight Peaks Mountain, got the news immediately, and he quickly turned his walnut-like brain.
"Bang the drum! Gather the boys! Polish all the chops for me, and tighten the strings for the shooters!" After a few breaths, it raised the big ax that was black and red, covered with blood and rust, and He looked up to the sky and let out a long roar.
The best situation is of course that Dwarf Duozi and Little Mouse fight each other until one is dead and the other is injured and then reap the benefits, but this does not mean that the boss of the Xie Yue tribe is a timid person.
The Rat Man has been at the front for more than a month, and Iblit has been paying attention to the situation of the battle. It seems that this army of tens of thousands headed by demigods is not as scary as imagined, and it does not want to be nicknamed "a piece of shit that is worse than a rat."
All green-skinned warriors know that "name" is the most important thing they pursue. If the reputation is resounding enough, thugs from the farthest away will want to join this war-hungry team, but if the reputation is ruined, let alone competing with steel rocks, all the military leaders under his command will have different ideas.
"Crunch!"
The dwarves' strategic goals were so clear that the greenskins were naturally not unprepared. Under the command of several goblin generals, the greenskins pushed the already prepared snot pump trucks equipped with "spiked rollers" to the The end of the ramp.
The so-called spike rollers are a pile of nails mounted on the logs, which are unpretentious and brutal, which makes them a common sight in the waaagh. Relying on the weakest subspecies among the greenskins to use simple cranks and belts to provide power can achieve combat effectiveness, not to mention attacking from a high position.
"Hooraa!"
"Da da da!"
Before the goblin cousins could prepare for a suicidal charge, a huge formation of Ulthuan gryphons and dwarf helicopters appeared above them. There was no need to drop bombs, the cyclone rolled up by the Griffin's wings turned the crude car body back into raw materials.
"What a big flutter moth! Let me let the two-legged dragon out, and serve it with delicious food and drink. It's time for them to work hard!"
Iblit didn't care much when he heard the report. No matter how many people like Snotling died, it wouldn't feel bad. In previous battles, it had tasted the sweetness brought by air force and air superiority.
The Moss clan does not have an air force; the previous dwarf expeditionary force did not have helicopters due to cost, fuel, maintenance and other reasons. Facing the attacks of large monsters, they could only barely block them with long-range firepower.
As a kind of sub-dragon whose intelligence is barely higher than that of a beast, the wyvern cannot communicate. Occasionally, a powerful orc warrior can conquer one by force and use it as a mount. If it is really used by the air force, it is a technology developed by the night goblins.
They regularly feed wild wyverns food mixed with shaman's special mushroom potion, leaving them in a dazed state and possibly obeying commands in the process.
"Boss, boss! The flying dragons, the flying dragons are finished!"
"You mean Sa?"
Before the cup of stuffed mushrooms was finished, Iblit received new bad news. He rushed out and leaned on the railing to look out, only to see half of the griffins on alert, while the other half happily pecked at the fresh trophies.
"Tell the squig boys to rest! Where are the mechanics boys? Pull all the junk onto the city wall! I want to see how the dwarfs eat the turtle shells they built!"
The heavy armor of the dwarf forward troops made the general give up the idea of a cavalry attack. Without spiked rollers and monsters to tear the line apart, it was not a good idea to confront the torrent of steel with flesh and blood.
Belegar was the first to step onto the square in front of the Eight Peaks Mountain, and several scraps from goblin slings fell at his feet. The once grand main entrance of the fortress has now become a huge illegal building, which directly taught the rightful owner of Bafeng Mountain to break his teeth.
"Keep pushing! Make room for the artillery!"
"Fire with all your strength. We have brought so much ammunition just for today! Fire five rounds first and then charge!"
Soon, Snorri appeared on the edge of the square standing on his anvil of doom, looking at the goblins flying in the sky with a dumbfounded expression.
Large groups of "doomsday paratroopers" launched by dive-destroying catapults dominated the sky, and balls of green flesh burst out on the shields. The huge inertia made it difficult for even the strong warriors to bear it, and the flying troops were forced to lift up. high.
Compared with trebuchets, the hand-sewn animal skin flying wings increase the range of the "cannonballs" and give them a certain degree of maneuverability, greatly improving the hit rate.
"Boom!"
Nearly a hundred artillery roared after a brief debugging, and the shock caused went straight to the depths of the ground. In the previous main reception room, the leaders of the Mouse gathered together to listen to the battle situation.
"You are really good at predicting things. You are worthy of being the military god of our clan!" Chuanquluo held up the green wine glass and saluted Gnoldor who was sitting on the throne.
"Don't dare, don't dare! But we have to work together to prevent the bearded thing from taking advantage of it before turning to attack the mushrooms! Especially the treasure of Mr. Iket, the treasure has made a great contribution!" Ge Nodor is modest in speech but his beard is trembling.
"Haha, the gadget developed by Bone Guy back then has not been updated in these years and consumes too much energy. I will study it when I get back."
"At that time, we just picked up dimensional stones on the roadside! There's no point in searching like this!" Slott, the unclean one, couldn't help but interjected. Its flesh and blood distortion technology also relied heavily on dimensional stones. (End of chapter)
