Chapter 383 Fighting
Entering the hotbed of flames on the battlefield, it became a life-threatening talisman for the rats. The Skaven leaning next to him saw with his own eyes that his compatriots vaporized and disappeared in this terrifying red light. The usually invincible plague was on these hairless things. It also loses its effect in front of you.
A large number of rats chose to ignore the buffing magic on their bodies, and instead timidly thought about how to leave this beach. From the afternoon until now, they have not seen any damage to these hairless things, even when fighting against those scaly things, This has never happened.
The Rat Man, who is suspicious by nature, doubts that he can kill them, but will die here instead.
As the warlord, the Skaven warlord saw the clan rat troops that had fallen into a state of hesitation, and knew that he had to put the most elite storm rats in his hands into the battlefield, otherwise it would be difficult for the clan rats to chew off this hard bone.
After all, he is not the core leadership of the Pestilen clan. There are only a very small number of absolutely elite plague censer monks, and there are only a large number of clan rats who are not afraid of pain.
"The Horned Rat walks among us!" The warlord raised the decayed halberd personally blessed by the Plague Lord, and ordered the surrounding Storm Rats to charge immediately.
The sparse number of black-furred rats formed a neat line and pressed forward.
Although the Pestilen clan is an outlier in Skaven society and is very different from their compatriots in the Old World, these strong black-furred rats have proven their worth in the cruel land of the New World.
The Storm Rats began to make head-on contact with the Claw of Patunyuin, and the great sword cut off the Corrupted Halberd. These inferior weapons could not withstand the divine weapons from the Vaal Anvil, but the agile Storm Rats could be cut off by the halberd. He opened his mouth full of foul odor, intending to bite the hairless and unprotected elbow.
Oliveira swung a sword that was as tall as a man, and cut the black-haired rat in front of him in half with endless fury. Deep red blood splashed on the dirt-stained breastplate, and there was still a little bit of blood. Blood entered the mouth.
Oliveira spat and observed the battlefield. The battle situation was tilting towards his side, but the long-term and high-intensity fighting caused his physical strength to be exhausted quickly.
His helmet was a piece of equipment awarded by the palace at that time, which allowed the wearer to recover his strength faster, but others found it difficult to persist.
Most of the effects of the plague have been wiped away. Although it has lost its lethality, it still has some subtle effects, which makes the stamina depleted much faster than expected. The claw of Patunyuin, who was attacked by the Stormvermin war group, waved his sword. The speed has become a bit slow.
While Oliveira was panting slightly, a familiar voice came from the left, and he couldn't help but look towards the source of the sound.
After a short time, Oliveira's eyes widened.
A rat that was far stronger than the other black-furred rats was holding the head of an elf, with an expression of pain on its face that was still bleeding.
"Pointy-eared thing. Die! Die!" The warlord threw down the pointy-eared head. As smart as he was, he would definitely not touch that damn thing with the ice crystal sword, and the two ones who looked like killing gods. No shit, those plague priests who don't know death will hold it back, yes, yes.
Oliveira did not fall into anger when he saw his men killed in battle, but gritted his teeth and ordered the soldiers to charge.
"For Caledor! For the dragon lord!"
The Great Sword Troops launched a meat-chopping battle with the Storm Rats. Often an elf soldier would be attacked by two or three rats. Knowing that the quality was difficult to compete with, the warlord ordered the clan rats to Use it with Storm Rats as human shields, or those Slave Rats.
In any case, if you look at numbers alone, there is no enemy in this world that can be a match for the Skaven.
There were screams and clanging sounds of metal collisions, and each person had more or less the body tissue of the enemy. The Skaven were unable to block the fierce attack of the Great Swordsman, and those who tried to sneak attack from the side thrust out their weapons with the mentality of winning, but only left a white mark on their armor.
Oliveira engages in a combat showdown with the Warlord, with a group of Stormvermin as guests.
The big sword suddenly swung forward, and the silver-white sword brought out a large amount of crimson blood, forming a colorful arc.
But the warlord's halberd thrust out at this moment, and the dark weapon formed a black shadow in the dusk, pointing directly at the elf's face.
Oliveira, who had no time to dodge, chose to use the sword grid to resist the black shadow due to his long-term combat intuition, accuracy in distance control, and confidence in the sword in his hand.
After a sonorous echo, less than five centimeters away from the face, the big sword narrowly blocked this fatal attack.
Misha's Eagle near the beach was still entangled with a huge number of rats. Although the Kislev soldiers were surprised by the miraculous hotbed of flames, they had even seen the Moving City of the Curse with their own eyes, and were only briefly surprised. For a moment, immediately devote your energy to the battlefield.
The hand crossbow had been thrown on the beach, and thirty of the standard number of crossbow arrows were all fired in the long battle. Only the swords were used to fight against the Skaven who were still roaring.
Raskol gritted his teeth and slashed the sword downwards. His tall stature allowed him to gain some advantages. The time he took to strike first was enough to determine life or death on the battlefield.
A plague monk who didn't know what death was was hit on the head with a sword. The hard skull was cut open from the top, revealing the red and white mixture inside.
There was some fine bone residue left on the drawn sword. When Rascor wanted to kill this monster, the plague monk had already moved.
The rat that was split in half was still wielding the rusty sword in both hands. There was no so-called skill or method, only the madness of a dying thing.
Raskol swung the shield out with his numb left arm, so that this monster could never spread this miserable plague in this world.
These rats are not afraid of death, which is something the Kislevian sergeant did not expect. As someone who has served in the Northern Army of Kislev for several years, he has certainly encountered many Skaven.
In his impression, as long as the battle situation does not tilt toward them, these rats will easily become defeated once they are caught in a long-term offensive. Their timidity and fear of death have penetrated into the hearts of the sergeants.
But these ratmen in Lustria don't seem to understand what death is at all. Their huge numbers and their fighting style without fear of life and death. Even if there are not those large monsters in the north of Kislev, they are still extremely terrifying. of enemies.
"For Ersun!" The centurion saw the Great Swordsman who was already fighting the Storm Rat, and knew that the current battle situation had reached the final stage.
As long as this wave of enemies is killed, the operation to land at Chapeiuto has been successful. Next, they will face the endless forest sea and the rat-man craze with no end in sight.
"For Esun!"
(End of chapter)