Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"Gorrickson, the beastman archer on the left."

The progress of the bighorn beast's sprinting towards the dwarf was accurately stopped by Victor. Witch hunters and beastmen are old enemies. Since their birth, their duty has been to deal with hoofed beasts in the dark forest.

Victor, who knew the beastman's attack method, raised the crude long halberd high and chopped down in the decayed and dark atmosphere. The light sword had turned into a black shadow that the beast could hardly detect and pierced into the throat of the bighorn beast.

Without Victor's reminder, Bardin also noticed the beastman archers in the coercion. These black-haired inferior horns were timid and cowardly by nature, and they would hardly fight the enemy in hand-to-hand combat.

But the chaotic and continuous rain of arrows could create favorable opportunities for the horn beast troops fighting head-on.

The slope was covered with rocks, which made it difficult for Bardin's crossbow to be used, but the dwarves did not fight only with crossbows.

After Bardin lit the fuse, a trapezoidal grenade filled with a mixture of black gunpowder and asphalt was successfully thrown at the hiding place of the inferior horned beast archer with amazing arm strength.

Howling and flames are always a perfect match, which makes the dwarf very happy and makes it easier for him to swing his shield to fight for Sienna's chance to cast a spell.

"Fire girl, teach them a lesson. I like to watch your performance."

"Thank you, Bardin, I will never let my friends down." Sienna raised her staff high, and her long hair as bright as orange and red fully demonstrated that the wizard had led the wind of magic to the highest valley.

A small column of flames rose from the ground, sweeping like a tornado, turning all the weak beasts that tried to approach and attack into fuel for the kitchen.

"Damn it, Sienna! You roasted my asshole!"

Marcus shouted angrily, his clothes were already ignited with sparks, but the speed of swinging the greatsword in his hand did not slow down at all.

As the attacker in the team, Marcus has all the qualities that a warrior should have. When Victor accurately assassinates high-threat targets and Bardin shoots from a distance while covering Sienna's spellcasting, only Kruber can stand firm when surrounded by a large group of enemies.

The strong arms make the big sword swing like the wind, and the beastmen without armor are like straw in the wheat field, easily broken.

However, the trouble with the beastmen is not only the secrecy during the attack, but also their evil power.

When a horned beast carrying an evil flag stood in the center, the dark breath came to the face, and the weak beasts that instinctively killed easily became tougher and more tenacious.

Warhorn beast? A bit troublesome.

Victor took advantage of Bardin throwing the second incendiary bomb to replace the ammunition for the two double guns. He was very envious of Elvis's golden nightmare and hoped that Juan would get a similar one.

But when he heard the cost, a bullet was more expensive than a large sum of money, so the witch hunter chose two more reliable standard pistols.

The standard means that the circulation is large, easy to maintain, and it won't be too painful to lose it.

With the bullet loaded, Victor was not in a hurry to shoot. He had underestimated the few idiots that Lona had found before.

The drunkard Marcus must have experienced extremely cruel battles in Kislev. From his experience in fighting with multiple beastmen and his calmness when his footsteps crossed, it can be seen that he is very adaptable to the situation of one against many.

Bardin fully demonstrated the characteristics of dwarf unity. There were not many iron-breaking warriors, so he could only make up for each other's shortcomings with his companions.

The battle axe and shield were obviously far less lethal than the violent flame, and Sienna could hardly spare the energy to deal with the attack when casting the spell.

As for himself... Victor thought it was impeccable.

As for the elf woman who ran away after a battle, it was estimated that she was eaten by the beastmen. Cowards do not deserve the recognition of the sons of the empire.

"I'll deal with the warhorn. Kruber, stop the beasts that may attack from the west. Gorickson, use explosives to share the pressure with Kruber. Don't save supplies. Ferganassus, continue your wonderful performance."

"Yes, sir."

"Tough guy, let the beast taste the taste of blood."

"The judge is angry, I'm going to look forward to it."

The three agreed with Victor's words. At least this witch hunter did not flee in the face of the enemy and let his teammates cover the retreat.

A warrior who leads by example will always be respected, especially a witch hunter who implements Sigmar's will in his soul.

Using the pious gauntlet to smash the heads of several beasts that blocked the road, Victor stood on the pile of hoofed corpses, with the light sword in his right hand hanging down to the ground, and the one eye under the tall round hat was full of fanaticism.

The invitation from the witch hunter to the warhorn, an invitation from Sigmar's trial.

"I am not afraid of your horns, abominable hoofed one, in the name of Sigmar, you shall all die!"

"Human...death...blasphemy." The warhorn uttered a few words indistinctly, and its huge body, which was three times the weight of Victor, trampled on its dead weak compatriots.

The rusty sword was covered with blood. It must be that the warhorn must have experienced a massacre and still could not satisfy its desire for killing.

Horn sprint, when the beastman bent his body and bent his legs, he ran faster than a warhorse, and his powerful horns rushed violently and rushed straight to Victor's face.

Don't face the charge of the warhorn head-on, unless you are a steam tank, this is a proverb of the Silver Hammer.

Took the bait...

Kerillian was a little surprised. She didn't expect the warhorn to want to fight with the one-eyed beast, instead of standing behind and watching four short-lived ghosts being surrounded and killed by the horn beast.

As the witch hunter assumed a fighting stance and dodged sideways in the name of Sigmar, three arrows with magical light successfully hit the beast that was sprinting at high speed with a concentrated fire posture.

The fine steel arrows and Asrai's exquisite skills make it difficult to find such excellent archers in the world.

The arrows bypassed the beast's hard horns and successfully hit the relatively fragile skull. Three arrows in the brain were enough to stop the Warhorn's sprint.

"The elf women who are in the way..." Victor gritted his teeth and cursed, but he would never miss such a good opportunity.

Before the beasts reacted and tried to use their bodies to cover the leader of the Warhorn, Victor had already pulled out the pistol that had just been loaded with bullets.

A few gunshots successfully killed the beast closest to the Warhorn, and Victor's running speed was not slower than the bullets. When the Warhorn stretched out his hand to pull out the three arrows stuck in his head, he had already raised his light sword and pierced the beast's throat with a sharp edge.

The beast with blood oozing from the corner of its mouth was still not dead. It held the light sword pierced into its throat tightly and stared at the hoofless man in front of it with hatred and anger.

In just a few seconds, the angry beast would swallow the human without leaving any bones.

But Victor was even angrier. When he found that the light sword was held by the warhorn and difficult to pull out, he bent his left hand back, and with his fist flashing with the faint light of the sacred mark, he suddenly hit the beastman in the face.

"For Sigmar and the Empire!"