Warhammer Throne

In fact, before Gite-Sour Stomach was defeated by Coburg, Skarsnick had received news from many channels that the dead beard of Bellegar had returned. The evil was too big, too wide, and always The appearance of a powerful coalition of dwarves and humans on the badlands is no news.

Even when the army arrived at Haimen Pass, Skasnik got the news from the Skaven Rats that Bellegar had returned with an unprecedentedly large army. To his surprise, Skaven Rats The right-claw headhunter of the Moss clan, Quick, warned Skarsnick for the first time. It told Skarsnick that Bellegar-Hammer’s offensive would be extremely fierce and the reinforcements he recruited were also very strong. Powerful, the other commander is the legendary human hero, yesyes, the **** of the mother mouse in the lake, and Ryan Macado, the king of the small kingdom of knights.

The gray prophets of the Moss clan even got the oracle of the horned rat in the blur. The Skaven and the evil moon clan may need an alliance to be able to fight against Bellegar and his army.

But Skarsnick categorically refused. In the opinion of Bafengshan, he would never ally with the despicable and perfidious Skaven. He knew how much the headhunter Quirk wanted to collect his head, and Skars Snick knew better how much he wanted to hunt Bellegar and Quirk's heads.

The hatred of the king of Bafeng Mountain, the Battle Commander of Bafeng Mountain, and the God of Bafeng Mountain towards each other has reached the extreme, and everyone can't wait for the other two to die.

So Skasnik pretended to agree to form an alliance, lured the Skaven to send people to negotiate, set up an ambush, and slaughtered the Skaven army who came to negotiate through an ambush, and built the skull into a monument. Declare your strength, and an attitude of no alliance.

However, the cunning General of Eight Peaks Mountain did not fail to listen to the Skaven’s advice. On the contrary, Skasnik had judged from the Skaven’s attitude that Bellegar was indeed aggressive this time.

Strategically despising the enemy and attaching importance to the enemy tactically. This is Skarsnick’s long-standing guiding ideology. In the hundreds of years of history, Battle of Bafengshan has used his cunning and cruelty to defeat countless opponents and become the only one at present. Some goblin warlords who can perfectly suppress and command all the Orcs and even the Black Orcs under their command.

Before Gite-Sour Stomach came to Bafeng Mountain, Skarsnick had already figured out how to deal with this expeditionary army. The Battle General of Bafeng Mountain fed himself the green-skinned warlords who asked to take the initiative to go out and fight the expedition army. The beloved Squiggobura, on the contrary, has already figured out a strategy.

"It's a waste, it's a waste, but you can at least escape. For the sake of brother Mao, I will temporarily give you this stinky thing a chance." Skasnik always smiled wickedly, and it motioned to Kit- Sour stomach came over: "Now you know, who is the boss?"

"Boss...Boss, you're the most troublesome!" Jitt-sour stomach rushed up excitedly.

"Go!" Skarsnick kicked Kit-Sour Stomach down: "Smelly thing, don't get close to your most expensive boss, now, you go to lead the Goblin wolf cavalry, as for how to deal with the bearded enemy and canned food Shrimp, listen to me, I just say it once!"

"Yes, Boss, no problem, Boss!" Kit Sour Stomach hurriedly stood up straight and straightened his stomach.

"Listen well, the enemy enters and I slip in, the enemy retreats and I enter, the enemy is stationed and I am noisy, the enemy is tired and I am waaagh!" Skarsnick screamed, "Get out of here!"

"Yes!" Kit Sour Stomach went out.

Skarsnick nodded slowly, and smiled as he looked at the empty and run-down hall of the dwarven ancestors.

It likes to laugh, because only laughter can conceal all its tactics and all its layout, so that its subordinates can't figure out what it is thinking. It needs a sense of mystery and a sense of majesty. No green skin knows the history. Kasnick will promote it to the leader in the next second...or send it into the goblin's mouth.

This will be a protracted battle, Skarsnick thought.

From the perspective of the expeditionary force, the expeditionary force composed of Bellegar and Ryan is destined to be strong and difficult to match head-on. The fall and destruction of a large number of green-skinned fortresses along the Blackwater Bay, and the loss of the military cellar have already explained the enemy’s this. This time is indeed prepared, so it is a very stupid decision to go out of the city and fight the expedition force blindly. Skasnik never feels that guerrilla warfare is not enough waaagh. On the contrary, if he can take down Bellegar's head, it will be really waaagh!

It’s a pleasure to watch the Orcs fight. If you really want to be waaagh, you have to look at the generals of My Bafeng Mountain!

On the other hand, the expeditionary force may be really powerful, but the badlands are green-skinned areas. Here, neither humans nor dwarves can get supplies, and humans are not even adapted to the harsh environment of the badlands. , They must obtain supplies from Charlemagne’s empire or even further afield. Once the war is protracted, the expeditionary force is very likely to be unable to hold on.

Therefore, Skarsnick knew very well, would it and its Xie Yue clan lose? Obviously it is impossible to lose, but can you quickly win and eliminate the bearded enemies and canned shrimps in a decisive battle? It's impossible.

The war must be dragged on! Drag it into a protracted battle, and then look for a chance to win!

As for the strong walls and clear fields, it’s not that Skasnik really intends to give up all the green leather city fortresses. On the contrary, only the Xieyue clan of Bafeng Mountain can be controlled by Skasnik, and other clans can’t control it. Can't order.

Skasnik’s plan is to concentrate all the forces of the Xie Yue clan, to guard Bafeng Mountain and another important stronghold, Valaya sadly, to gather forces, and to resolutely refrain from decisive battles with Bellegar and Ryan and every opportunity to defeat them. , On the contrary, I would rather have a thousand tactics, I just have an old idea, when the time comes, I will defend the Bafeng Mountain Fortress, if you have the ability, you will attack the city, and see who can consume it!

Bellega! You and I will always die!

…………I am waaagh! The dividing line............

Regardless of how the Battle of Bafeng Mountain will plan the layout of this large-scale battle in the future, the old world, the winter of the military depot in February, will be very lively.

A small part of the expeditionary force is now stationed at Haimen Pass, and most of them are stationed at the military depot. After one month of construction, the current military depot has been built as a very strong military fortress. The six-meter-high city wall is full of artillery and shooting holes. The twenty-kilometer-long fortress wall was remodeled on the basis of the green leather fortress. The dwarven engineer also introduced the water of the Heishui River to build a moat, and a full set of facilities such as traps were set up in front of the ditch, as well as the dwarven war. Machines, serf archers, dwarf crossbowmen, and musketeers patrolled the walls everywhere.

A very abnormal prosperity has formed in the Fort Army. Because there are 40,000 troops stationed here, a large number of merchants are constantly coming from the old world like sharks smelling blood. The merchants know that, The expeditionary army has money and has seized it. The sale of the stolen goods is a huge profit. Even if the Oliver Chamber of Commerce and the Hadrian Chamber of Commerce jointly sell the stolen goods, as long as a little bit is leaked, many small businessmen will be full.

Similarly, there are various kinds of goods that follow the merchants to arrive. The merchants know that the soldiers have money in their hands, the nobles have money in their hands, everyone has money, and they need consumption and entertainment. This is what merchants make money. Opportunity, many businessmen spontaneously organized a **** to transport all kinds of goods to Haimen Pass and Army Fort for sale, and even many women came here admiringly.

Ryan is very strict about military discipline, but he also allows knights or soldiers to relax appropriately when they are not on duty. Most knight masters choose to be stationed in Fort Garry, because Ryan leads by example as a king to stay in Fort Garry.

The wood elves are stationed here in the camp of the green wind of the rangers. Of course, the wood elves are very unsuited to the environment of the badlands, because they can hardly feel the energy from the forest here. Harmony, and for the spoils and seizures, the wood elves are a typical low-spirit society. Apart from the comfort that the slaughter of greenskins can bring to these rangers, there is nothing else.

Deep in the camp, a half-elf is checking his weapons and equipment and oiling his short sword. He has been here for more than ten years. Although his appearance does not seem to have changed much from before, His movements are already very skillful.

If anyone remembers, this half-elf is Ester, who once followed Ryan on his adventures at Nord. More than ten years have passed. He is still playing under Ryan, and he has saved a lot of savings over the years. After getting Ryan’s canonization and a real estate, Estelle immediately married a freedman’s daughter with his good looks and the racial charm bonus brought by the half-elf’s instinct, which was considered settled down. The good times didn’t last long. A few years later, Ester’s wife died because of a dystocia, and only left him with a daughter. This was a big blow to the half-elf and made him a non-talkative character. Somewhat taciturn.

However, a few years after the death of his last wife, Estelle married a freedman's daughter. This marriage has no children yet, and most half-elves will have 3-5 marriages in their lifetimes.

"Ester? Are you here?" At this time, a greeting came from a distance. Ester could tell from the footsteps that the other party was not an elf, and the haughty half-elf instinctively did not want to pay attention to the other party. But the person here is his old acquaintance: "Lops? It's you, it's been a long time."

"Yes, it's been a long time, but you are still as young as you were when you ventured at Nord." The person who came was a middle-aged man in his forties. Lopus, son of the Nord lord Hyde of Letania, was made the Baron of Oise, responsible for garrisoning the coastline of Moussilon.

The middle-aged man holds a halberd. This halberd has been with him for decades and has been recast in the hands of dwarves many times. When Esterel was seen, Lopus's face showed a sad smile. : "Are you okay? Old friend?"

"It's okay." Ester motioned for Lopus to sit down. The ranger's camp was not big. A simple campfire was lit at the door. A pot of hot soup was being cooked in it, and some herbs and meat were placed: "Why did you come to me suddenly?"

"Why, can't I come and talk to you?" Lopus sat down naturally. He grabbed a branch and prodded the pyre: "Everyone is busy anyway, and I have nothing to do. "

Ester shook his head helplessly when he heard the words, and laughed at himself, the half-elf knew why.

Lopus followed Ryan all the way to Brittania in his early years. He was considered a veteran old man. However, after all, this Nord was limited in talent and strength. After more than ten years, he has always been stuck in the elite level. At the pinnacle, he missed the legendary rank, and his commanding ability and internal affairs ability cannot be said to be bad, but he can only be described as mediocre. After a long time, Lopus was gradually excluded from the core and decision-making layers. Although everyone respected him, they didn't think much about his opinions.

But why not yourself? Estelle himself has served Ryan for more than ten years, but his half-elf identity is also destined to be impossible to reuse. Ryan’s appointment of him as the commander of the emerald wind also depends on his special status. To put it simply If there are no particularly significant contributions and achievements, Esterel will be like this for the next few decades.

"Would you like some? It may not be to your appetite." Estelle filled a bowl of dishes and handed it to Lopus.

"Ten years, you are so young, but I am old." Lopus reached out and took the pottery bowl. The dishes made by the wood elves seemed to have some special magic power. Baron Watts could see himself in the bowl. Years have passed. He has changed from a young halberd to a middle-aged man with crow's feet in the corners of his eyes, a little loose face on both sides, and a big beard.

"You should stay in your territory when you are old, Lord Lopus, you don't have to insist on participating in this great expedition." Estel also picked up a bowl, and the half-elf said arrogantly and sarcastically: "Being brave doesn't mean sending you to death!"

"No, the end of a true warrior should never be dying in a quilt!" Lopus picked up the bowl and said angrily: "Urik guides me, the real warrior, the best destination is the Shroud of Horses. Dead battle, fighting for the future of mankind, fighting for glory and faith."

"Glory and faith will not bring you a better life and higher status, Baron." Estelle still disdain: "Times have changed, old antiques, you should live for yourself."

"I have lived enough." Lopus put down the bowl and spoon, and the baron looked at the half-elf with contempt: "I have grown from the son of Lord Nord to the current baron, the glorious family, and the wife. Is it not enough to have children?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, you are very satisfied, so satisfied!" Ester thought that he couldn't make any sense with this sand sculpture human.

"One generation can only do things for one generation." Lopus shook his head: "I must leave something in this world while I can still hold my halberd, otherwise, I will be forgotten. Death is not terrible, Urik will embrace my soul and take me to the kingdom of the wolf god, Ester, if you only think about yourself in everything, you will not come to the evil land, I miss you more It must be an excuse not to come to the expedition, am I right?"

"Enough! Forgotten! You have a family, a coat of arms, and a knighthood. How can you be forgotten?" Ester threw the bowl on the ground, sprinkling stew and soup. The half-elf looked excited and stood up: "What do you know? Do you know what a half-elf means? In the eyes of humans, he is an elf, in the eyes of elves, he is a human! Everyone thinks that he is not his own. Everyone thinks he is partial to his race!"

The half-elf's anger came and went fast. He looked at the broken bowl, took a deep breath, and sat down again: "Sorry, this matter has nothing to do with you."

"So, we know each other?" Lopus said with a sneer.

"Right." Estelle nodded.

"It seems that this lunch was forced to stop, so let's make an appointment." Lopus reached out and picked up the debris on the ground: "Esterel, when the expedition is over, we will return to Brittany. Ya again gather together and have a meal."

"Okay, we promised!"