Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

Chapter 266 Skarsnik

A green light enveloped all the goblins in an instant, and they suddenly became brave from their initial cowardice.

There was a boundless sea of ​​goblins charging towards them one after another, with more than a thousand goblins appearing in sight alone.

Although Mousse was not injured, he had no weapon at this time, and the only option left was to retreat.

At this moment, the dwarf army had already attacked, and at the forefront was the dwarf High King Thorgrim.

Thorgrim the Grudgebearer is the current High King of the Dwarves.

Ever since he took over, he has been eager to restore the past glory of the dwarves. In battle, he is always the first to charge, the first to engage the enemy, and the first to be injured.

He is willing to uphold traditions, but also to accept alliances between the dwarves and other races.

But this does not mean that he will lead his troops to fight in conjunction with the imperial forces. In the eyes of the dwarves, even the most enlightened dwarves, hiding next to humans is a shameful choice.

They completely tore apart the Imperial tactical line, causing the Imperial artillery to lose their firing angles.

"Foolish! Even the most deranged witch knows not to fight a greenskin in a waaagh state!"

Mousse cursed as he watched one dwarf warrior after another rush forward.

At least the two of them had completed their mission. After the giant Arachnari spider fell, the balance of the battle had been balanced, from a bloody defeat at the beginning to a bloody victory.

Even Windlow, who had no combat experience, knew what this battle meant.

If the delay is too long, both the Empire and the Dwarves will suffer severe losses.

And the most important thing is that making money is not enough just once.

Killing the giant spider would indeed earn you a generous reward from Gelt afterwards. If you kill more goblins, there would naturally be the option of increasing the price.

Since the Hellstorm rocket launcher's firing angle had been blocked by the dwarves, Windlow would not be polite.

As a businessman, the most basic ability is mathematics. You can easily calculate a parabola using differentiation and integration.

But of course the Empire's artillerymen also knew calculus, and they had already calculated all the angles of incidence. No matter how they shot, they could not avoid the charging dwarves.

The Hellstorm rocket launcher had a very low firing angle. If it was pushed down further, it would blow the Imperial soldiers in the front into pieces.

At this moment, Windlow suddenly had a great idea. What if he shot into the sky? He could use the Hellstorm rocket launcher as a mortar.

By throwing it upwards and then using its own weight to fall down, it can climb over the front row of imperial and dwarf soldiers and explode in the pile of goblins.

The theory is okay, but the math is not okay, and if the math is not okay, then it’s not okay.

The Hellstorm rocket launcher's shells have no tail fins, so only an approximate landing point can be estimated after being fired.

The longer the shell flies, the more uncertain its landing point becomes.

The shells take a very long time to fly up and then fall to the ground. It is impossible to be sure whether they will fall into the pile of goblins or the provincial army.

At the front of the team, Mousse had already obtained an imperial sword from Gert.

It is of poor quality, cheap, and has no armor-piercing ability, but it is acceptable as a standard weapon for soldiers. If the goblins had no armor at all, Mousse would never have picked up this weapon.

Originally, goblins would pick up pieces of iron everywhere, string them together and wear them on their bodies as armor.

However, as long as it is metal, it will be affected by the metal mage.

Whispering a spell, Gelt summoned the most terrible rust plague. As the name suggests, a terrible plague was spreading among the goblins.

As long as the goblin is exposed to this magic, the iron sheets on his body will begin to rust and finally break into pieces and fall to the ground. As the chief mentor of the magic academy, Gelt's magic power is even more terrifying.

The rust plague, which originally only affected about a hundred goblins, spread to the entire battlefield, and all the goblins were like running naked on the battlefield.

A single blow from the sword can tear the goblin's skin apart.

An Imperial swordsman could kill a goblin with just two swipes of his sword.

But there were too many goblins. On the front line of the imperial army, every imperial swordsman had to face eight goblins at the same time.

Although he could easily kill a goblin one-on-one, as soon as he swung his sword, he was secretly stabbed by the other seven goblins nearby.

I'm afraid it won't be long before the empire's frontline troops will be overwhelmed by the goblins.

The dwarf troops were in an even more awkward situation; they rushed too far forward and were directly surrounded by the goblins.

The fate of the dwarf army, like all dwarf fortresses, was to be surrounded by greenskins and finally defeated and destroyed one by one.

"Foolish! Weak! Shameful! Disgraceful!"

Mousse had already rushed into the pile of goblins, and the elf's violent emotions broke out almost instantly.

Bloodthirstiness is the nature of elves, and constant killing can satisfy their desire for blood and torture as much as possible.

Arrogance is the characteristic of elves. They look down on any lower race. Goblins are naturally not to be mentioned, dwarves are also discriminated against by elves.

Killing goblins in front of the dwarves was just enough to satisfy all her needs.

The goblins' shabby weapons were simply unable to penetrate Mousse's armor, and the despicable lurkers who could penetrate the armor were all held back by the dwarves.

Mousse was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of bathing in blood. At this moment, a goblin slowly crept over.

"Sneaky Strike!"

The leader of the goblins suddenly appeared behind Mousse and stabbed him in the back, stabbing the weakest part of his armor.

The entire dagger was inserted completely, and only the handle remained in the goblin's hand.

But no blood came out of Mousse's "wound".

"Rust Plague."

In the distance, Windlow had already stretched out his hands and cast the spell.

Windlo learned the Rust Plague that Galt had used once before. Although it was not powerful enough to destroy thousands of troops, it was not difficult to turn a dagger into scrap metal.

The goblin leader cursed and threw away the dagger that had turned into rust. He crouched down and disappeared into the crowd again.

"Skarsnik."

Gelt pronounced the goblin's name.

That guy was the leader of the Evil Moon Tribe. As for why Galt knew him, he had to talk about the days when he was still in Altdorf.

Karak Dreadnought, an abandoned dwarven fortress once occupied by a goblin named Skarsnik.

However, they are not a threat, but serve as punching bags and banks for the empire. Whenever Rick County encounters any economic problems, they will choose to go into the mountains to plunder the Evil Moon Tribe.

Even later on, Skarsnik could speak fluent Imperial with a Rickler accent.

Through many experiences, Gelt knew the characteristics of the goblin leader. He was not particularly difficult to deal with. Similarly, don't think that guy is very weak.

On the contrary, he is a very clever, cunning and despicable goblin.