Beginning with the lizard men and traveling through the Middle Ages

Chapter 165 Not Green Enough

On the east side, Rogge took advantage of the chaos to avoid the fast-moving, glittering lizard man.

Only fools seek their own death. It would be nice if this kind of trouble doesn't come to them, so why bother with it?
  Ever since he led the team to attack the Purifying Water Temple, Rogge had some kind of premonition.

When he knew that there was a monster hunting the gold diggers, Roger felt unspeakable fear.

He didn't know if the lizard man came for the sacred object in the silver box.

Rogge only grabbed one piece of magic equipment. As far as he knew, the other piece had been successfully transferred by the lizard people.

The champion of the Order of Slaanesh suddenly swung his blade-like tail, and the ratman who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to attack from behind was knocked back to the ground by the terrifying force.

The followers of the Purple Rose Order struggled to move forward in the rat tide. From time to time, someone's throat was cut by a dagger in the dark, or they were thrown to the ground and disappeared into the darkness.

Sharp screams sounded further to the west, and dark clouds drifted in from the west.

What's strange is that, below the dark clouds, long and thin tongues are constantly popping out, rolling towards the dark clouds like predatory frogs.

After the wind and clouds surged, the long tongues, as dense as a rain of arrows, returned in vain.

Rogge looked back in fear and dug deeper into the rat tide even more desperately.

Of course he recognized the deformed magic of Slaanesh, but Rogge didn't understand why the lust demon who was supposed to mislead the lizardmen simply fled.

They are working for the Holy Son, even if they are demons, they should not be so slack.

Facts will not change due to mortal will. Pterosaurs appeared from the dark clouds with their high-spirited riders.

Thousands of pterosaur riders passed through the blockade of Slaanesh's magic, catching the hasty escapees like falcons.

Soon, the chasing and fleeing parties merged into a huge battlefield.

In the middle of the battlefield, Lin Qi bypassed the spreading thick fog and rushed straight to the east with the orc generals pursuing him behind him.

It's like two armored tanks running amok.

Lin Qi relied on his more dexterous movements to avoid the wild boar-like charge of the orc war general.

It is obviously eyeing Lynch, and the lizard man cannot solve it in a short time. This is equivalent to fighting the entire green tide alone.

Of course Lynch knew the right thing to do. He had to get rid of the most threatening Nurgle Warlock first. The Archmage was entangled by the Skaven. Only he had the leisure and strength to deal with the heresy calling for Nurgle.

If left alone, these crazy guys will definitely expand the local plague to the global situation.

The invisible enemy of disease is far more terrifying than the physical enemy!
  Another earth-shaking charge, Lynch accelerated suddenly and dodged the orc general who hit him from the side.

A huge rock several meters high was smashed by the fierce green skin, but it did not weaken its momentum at all.

The ancient trees along the road fell down one after another, and a wide road appeared in the rain forest.

The green light on the green skin was unusually eye-catching. Lin Qi followed the trend and counterattacked, but was bounced away by the green light.

A half-demon who knows no life or death appears on the east side, seemingly preparing to cross the land that has been tortured by the two champions.

Perhaps out of fear, he finally stopped behind the two champions.

Just a moment's pause summoned the end for him.

The hungry green-skinned warrior barely found stability from inertia. It roared violently, panted heavily, and raised its arms.

"Brother, kick him!"

Amid the roar of the orc war general, a green giant standing tall and tall appeared in the sky above the green-skinned war general.

Lynch suddenly felt something bad, because the giant slowly raised his feet, and the soles of his feet covered a three-mile radius. Orc warlords are also in this range.

The big foot fell to the ground with lightning speed. The ground shook three times, and another open space appeared in the rain forest.

The plants and the rat people and greenskins who were unfortunately affected were turned into pulp in an instant.

The half-demon died silently under the giant feet before he could escape.

The loud noise caused the fleeing rat tide and the pursuing green tide to pause slightly. The rat warlocks who were fighting Teclis looked to the northwest in shock and fear.

They saw clearly this time that the caster was just a greenskin, not a group of shamans as they expected.

Why are there such powerful spellcasters in the Green Tide?
  The battle lasted for half the night, why did it only cast two magic spells?

Ger. Big Muscle Ba didn't know the doubts of the rat warlocks. It was stepped into the soil by its own magic.

The orc warlord struggled to break free from the shackles of the earth, pulling himself out of the soil bit by bit.

The terrifying power was brought into full play. By the time Lynch, who took the opportunity to turn around and fight back, approached, the orc war general had been successfully unearthed.

Geer Big Muscle Ba looked at the lizard man fiercely and doubtfully. It didn't understand why it was being stepped on but the lizard man was unscathed.

Seeing that the opportunity was lost, Lin Qi decisively turned around and left, killing the Nurgle Warlock again who kept calling for disease.

For some reason, the green light on the green-skinned general dimmed a little.

The greenskins are gathering in ever greater numbers, for war calls upon them.

Compared with the bloated green tide, the dead green skin can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket.

The green tide dispersed in three directions. Few greenskins knew who they were fighting. These "waagh" orcs didn't care about so-called intelligence.

Nurgle's spell made the gathering green fade a little, but the green tide that stretched for dozens of miles made the battle behind the green tide a luxury.

Only the shiny scaly thing at the beginning made the greenskins behind feel the passion for battle. They spent more time just marching blindly.

No matter how dark and dark the front is, it has nothing to do with the greenskins behind who are trying to keep up with the green tide.

The figure that the green-skinned people were looking forward to rushed back to the front, and rushed to who knows where.

The orcs screamed, trying hard to listen to the sounds of the battle ahead, and marched harder.

But the green tide advanced smoothly. The fragile rat tide collapsed at the first touch, and the green tide was just catching up.

A powerful person using superior strength to gain the upper hand in a small area cannot affect the situation on the entire battlefield.

The orc war general who has condensed the "waagh" is not an easy person. Anyone who has tried to behead him knows that the delusion of "beheading" is ridiculous.

After being selected as the core by the "waagh", the orc war generals even dare to give the gods a hammer. If the number of green skins is enough, they can fight the bloodthirsty demons for several days.

What is left to the greenskins behind the green tide are only devastated post-war ruins.

The corpses of the rat men were either destroyed by spells or eaten clean by passing greenskins, leaving not even a scrap for the greenskins behind.

Hungry and thirsty, and unable to satisfy their desire to fight, the greenskins gradually became discouraged.

Simply, an orc boy who was tired from running just sat down on the spot, ready to take a rest.

This was like a signal. More and more orcs lay down on the spot and directly found a cool place to sleep.

Anyway, no matter how passionate the battle is, it has nothing to do with them!

(End of this chapter)