Warhammer Seal

Chapter 197 The Battle of the Black Fire Pass ([-])

"Oops!"

The entire battlefield has become a mess, everyone is fighting the enemy in front of them, only Wende can clearly see the current situation.

Emperor Karl has been cornered.

Karl Franz was suppressed by the pain, but he didn't flinch or be timid in his heart, and his morale didn't slack or collapse.

Will is one thing, but strength is another. If this continues, I'm afraid he will be directly beheaded by Wobard Ironjaw.

Although the emperor was an excellent fighter, his most outstanding abilities were political and military.

There was no chance at all at this moment, Wen De had no time to rescue, the emperor would surely die under the orc's axe, and after that, the morale of the army collapsed, and then they all fled.

The lands of the Empire will lose their frontier barriers, ravaged by the war these orcs bring.

The emperor has begun to pray slowly, and Karl is eager to gain the power to defeat the orcs like Sigmar did thousands of years ago.

Silent, but sincere faith and prayers never go unnoticed.

A ray of light descended from the sky and directly projected onto Karl Franz.

The hammer he barely picked up: Gael Malaz suddenly burst into golden light, shining beyond compare.

In an instant, the pain all over Karl's body disappeared, and his body was full of fighting strength again. A wild cry suddenly sounded in his heart, and the most instinctive fighting spirit of human beings inspired his heart.

And all this is only two seconds passed.

Karl stood up again, and faced the terrible beast again-Wobard Ironjaw.

The orc warlord stopped suddenly, and hesitated when he saw the majestic figure of the human in front of him.

It's scared!Yes, the orc warlords are terrified!
The emperor of the entire empire, Karl Franz, uttered a battle cry that was as loud as Sigmar's thousands of years ago, even Wende, who was far away, could clearly hear it.

"For Ambrose!"

The Ambrogans are the ancient ancestors of the Ricks, and they are also the tribe where Sigma belongs. It must be that Sigma personally lowered his god seal on Karl!

The voice fell, and the thick Gael Malaz slammed hard at the orc warlord.

That loud battle cry reminded the orc of the scene in the Black Fire Pass thousands of years ago in the memory of the orc. At that time, tens of thousands of orcs were unable to break through the defense line of Sigma alone.

It was a very old memory, the ancient memory of the most powerful human ever crushing orcs, smashing their bones and skins.

And the old memory of the Orcs being mercilessly driven out of the Old World and forced into the Badlands ever since.

The Emperor Karl in front of him is like the nightmare of all orcs: Sigma!

Sigma slaughtered all the orcs in the old world, which is a terrible memory left in the blood and genes of all orcs.

Warbard Ironjaw, the orc warlord began to feel fear, and an orc also began to feel fear, and a chill came from his back.

On the battlefield, a moment of timidity can easily take away a soldier's life, and this short moment of hesitation by an orc warlord will kill him.

Karl Franz raised the war hammer and jumped into the air, slamming it hard at the head of the orc warlord. At the same time, a flash of lightning flashed in the sky, interlaced into the appearance of a twin-tailed comet.

Just like the dwarven name of Gail Malaz Warhammer, the warhammer called the Skull Crusher by the dwarves directly smashed the entire head of the orc warlord into a pulp.

This scene was seen by everyone on the battlefield, and the human soldiers were most encouraged for a moment, and continued to charge and fight bravely without fear of death.

No fear, no hesitation, no fear, no backing off.

The number of orcs is endless, but human beings no longer have any timidity. If they die today, it must be a glorious and great battle to die.

Listen, the roar of the helicopter engine came from the air, and the bombers flew out one after another from the dwarf crowd, and the dwarf reinforcements arrived!
The dwarf bombers immediately went to the place where the orcs and goblins were most dense and began to pour bombs, reducing the pressure on the human front.

On the side of the Black Fire Pass, a dwarf army slowly stood out from the mountains, panting, but luckily caught up.

The leader of these dwarves is none other than the High King of all dwarves: Thorgrim Grudgebearer.

I saw that he quickly and accurately turned to the eighth page of the book of hatred in front of him, and saw the hatred recorded on it at a glance, that is the ancient hatred against the green skins, and today will be the moment of revenge.

With the sledgehammer in his hand pointing forward, all the dwarven artillerymen fired together.

Catapults, ballistas, organ guns, and cannons fired at the same time, and the violent impact directly tore a line of blood and mud in the orc line.

Then the long-bearded warriors and dwarf warriors on the hillside attacked. Although they were not like the Bretonnian cavalry, they could pierce the enemy's heart like a sharp knife, but they hit the enemy's heart like a heavy hammer. on the door.

The dwarf musketeers and dwarf rangers had already arrived at their positions, pouring firepower towards the collapsed orc line, and the pressure on the human line of defense was relieved a lot.

On the valley, Wende finally completed his design.

Like a goblin's paraglider, Wende wore such a set of equipment on his body, and flew up with the help of the strong wind in the valley, sniping those more important targets in the air.

Ruixi is light in weight, and can be grabbed by the young dragon Zhuoyu and brought into the battlefield, and then take off immediately before being surrounded by enemies.

"One, two."

Wende's long-range attacks will never fail, reaping the lives of those black orcs.

But a paraglider is always a paraglider, and it will slowly land on the ground without power. This position happened to be next to an orc shaman, who looked at the human in front of him in surprise.

Holding up the tattered wooden stick in his hand, Wende can be easily crushed to death just by praying loudly for Brother Mao's name.

In the sky, a huge green orc began to emerge slowly, as tall as a mountain.

"Fuck you big feet, step on them!"

The huge green orc raised his left foot, aiming at Wende who had landed on the ground, and without giving him any chance to react, a pair of big feet fell straight down, making it difficult to dodge like a landslide.

The orc shaman would have wanted to fuck the central call of the human infantry, but now, it's not bad to trample a human who looks like a commander.

However, as the smoke and dust on the ground slowly dissipated, Wen De still stood intact in front of the orc shaman, but the weapon called the Sword of Salvation in his hand emitted a dazzling light.

Swinging the long sword down towards the front, another shadow appeared in the sky, but this time, it was no longer Gogo's projection, but a human's projection.

"Sigma Bigfoot!"

　Brother Gan and Brother Mao are the two gods who created the orcs in the green skin myth, and they are generally called the second brother Gan Mao.

　　In orc lore, Gogo is both cruel and cunning. Mok is both cunning and cruel.

　　Brother Mao will hit you on the back of the head with a stick when you don't see him, and Brother Gou will hit you in the face with a stick when you see him-and it's even harder.

　　Most orc legends mentioned that these two brothers had traveled countless places and knocked down countless strong men.

　　Greenskins often don't know exactly who to pray to, or who will hear their prayers.For example, some orc shaman originally wanted to send a message to Goge, summoning Gogo to crush the enemy, but sent it to Mao Ge, and when Mao got angry, he blew the shaman's brain.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)