Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Seven days later, the action team successfully arrived at the foot of the Grey Mountains. During the journey, the dwarf butcher made some jokes because of his long legs, which made it difficult for him to ride a horse and he was extremely resistant to staying on four-legged animals.

In desperation, Victor could only use the lives of the dwarves of Karak Dreadnought as bait and told Gragrim that if he continued to delay, Wissen's artillery would not have the exact opportunity to attract attention to the dwarf fortress.

This kind of temptation is something that no dwarf can refuse.

Gragrim, who had been jolted on the horse's back for a long time, covered his mouth. He felt that the seven days of running around had made the dwarf extremely nauseous. He still preferred the stable touch of being down to earth.

He let go of Victor, jumped clumsily from the saddle, took a Bergman beer from his vibranium belt and gulped it to relieve the bad feeling.

"Captain Victor, this journey will not be smooth..." The Shadow Walker led his horse forward, gazing at the towering mountains above his head. The clouds slowly drifted over the top of the mountains, covering the snow-capped peaks. Before entering the gray mountains, he seemed to hear the noisy and constant shouting of the greenskins.

Knowing that Shadow Walker was only giving a reminder and had absolutely no doubts about the mission, Victor nodded slightly. Along the way, he had roughly understood the situation of the team members.

First of all, Gragrim is a very standard dwarf with a small mustache. He is eager to get the recognition from his elders and has a strong desire to perform. When he encounters sporadic orcs on the road, if the Shadow Walker kills them with arrows, he will definitely complain.

The second is the Shadow Walker... I'm sorry that Victor didn't write down his name, because according to the elf's description, becoming a candidate for the Hand of the Shadow Crown means being disassociated from everything, and the name given by the family will become a burden.

This is an absolutely ruthless scout. His sophisticated skills and intelligence analysis capabilities have left a deep impression on the witch hunters. Often when the greenskins are still a long distance away, the Shadow Walker can rely on his excellent eyesight and insight to find the boys.

Finally, it was the sacrifice... Victor did not write down his name. According to the priest himself, he had dedicated everything in his life to Sotek. The name was just a burden, symbolizing his attachment to worldly relationships.

This is an absolute religious fanatic. When he smells the trace of ratmen on the road, he will definitely leave the team and chase after the rathair and bite it madly. According to the priest, killing ratmen is much more important than saving dwarves. Only by solving the problem of ratmen will there be hope for this world.

This caused great dissatisfaction among the Butchers, and the two sides started a heated debate over which of the greenskins and the ratmen posed a greater threat. If Druzil had not been defeated, perhaps Shadow Walker could have joined the discussion on behalf of Asur.

As for Victor, he really wanted to say that Chaos was the ultimate enemy of the world, and the rats and greenskins were just a deadly attack that rubbed salt into the wound...

Although he thought so, the captain's sense of reserve forced him to hold back from expressing his thoughts.

"Fighting... is awesome!" The priest threw away the tattered cloak that was wrapped around his colorful feather cape. He smelled the unique stench of rats in the Gray Mountains. The hatred that came from the level of faith made him feel genuinely excited. If he could offer a sacrifice to the god again, it would be the supreme honor.

"Fuck the greenskins. In the name of Grimnir, if one Longbeard dies in Dreadnought, I will kill a hundred... no, a thousand greenskins to be buried with him!" Gragrim swung his two axes, his nostrils snorting with anger like thunder, and he wished he could just take a step forward and rush up the Grey Mountains.

Victor let out a long sigh. Perhaps the people he found... and the dwarves assigned by the Phoenix King, were not as reliable as he imagined.

Driving the horses to the heart of the empire, the mission this time was actually very simple. Light a bonfire, let Wisen lead the artillery to attack the greenskin positions, and then stay in a safe position to wait for the Emperor and the High King to defeat the greenskins. As for where this safe position was, Imrick didn't say, and Victor didn't dare to ask, because it was probably a risky operation with a high risk of death.

Imrick did not say whether the artillery of Wissen County could organize an immediate bombardment when the bonfire was lit, and how to cross the towering natural chasm of the Gray Mountains to launch an effective attack. Victor did not dare to ask more. Anyway, he just had to obey orders and follow instructions. Even if it was a suicidal action, he would carry it out if it was beneficial to the empire.

Sigma bless...

As the priest and the butcher were chattering and preparing to fight, Victor, the youngest but very calm, emphasized something.

"The main intersection of the Grey Mountains has been blocked by the greenskins. We can only wait for His Majesty Karl Franz to lead the imperial army to defeat them. We must seize the right opportunity and lead the High King..."

In the face of Shadow Walker's unfriendly warning, Victor added: "The Phoenix King's reinforcements have also arrived. When the army marched towards Dreadnought Fort, they successfully lit the bonfire and used artillery fire to disrupt the positions of the greenskins... We cannot guarantee that Dreadnought Fort can organize an effective counterattack to form a double-sided encirclement of the greenskins, but if there is, I think the so-called safe area is worthless. The most important thing to do after the bonfire is lit is to enter the mountain fortress and let the dwarf king attack."

Adding another suicide mission on top of a suicide mission, given Victor's experience in the Empire, few people would agree.

"It's a reasonable move. The God appreciates your judgment." The priest nodded, which made Victor very puzzled. Aren't you afraid of death? The dwarves have no entanglement with the giant horned viper.

"I emphasize again, there must be countless greenskins around the Dreadnought Fort. With the ability of Shadow Walker, he can definitely find a safe place. Staying there and waiting for the war to end is also a heroic act."

The priest's brass mask seemed to change as he whispered. The rows of snake teeth that symbolized his mouth stood upright and extended backward, as if mocking Victor's narrow-mindedness.

"Son of Sigmar, I was once a priest of the Red Scale Knights. Do you know what that means? We have gone deep into every corner of the Withered Swamp and fought against countless evil creatures. No matter how dangerous the situation was, we never expressed fear."

"Stop talking nonsense... there are greenskins approaching."

The Shadow Walker's reminder made Gragrim excited. After hearing the greenskins' unique noisy sound of waaaagh, he looked in the direction of the elves' bow and arrow, and saw a big guy leading the boys to patrol the surroundings.

This big guy... is a little stranger than the ones War Undertaker has seen before. He looks darker on the surface and looks a bit like a black orc.

He didn't think much about it. If he had to think much about killing the greenskins, he would not be a butcher.

The butcher spread his legs and ran towards the greenskin at an extremely fast speed. He exerted force with his feet and suddenly jumped up, leaping and chopping the big guy's head into pieces.

"For Kadrin!" (End of this chapter)