The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"I'll get back here one of these days! I'll kill all the shrimps!"

As the Greenskin warlord cursed, many tired figures could be seen in the surrounding dark woods, shrouded like ghosts in the inky shadows cast by the canopy. The Boyz' voices were hoarse and low, filled with frustration.

Urzog was furious. Such a defeat jeopardized his position. If the boss returned, he certainly wouldn't let him off easily.

But fortunately, he still had Boyz, and more Boyz. As long as he raised his banner, that stone house where the shrimp self-destructed earlier would be a good place. It was high and steep, not easily besieged. He could make a comeback there.

That Red Fist tinboy, he would remember him. He would chop off the opponent's big red fist as his trophy!

"Keep it up!"

Urzog growled, stuck his axe into the ground, and dragged himself upward.

"You're all useless! Next time I'll have to get bigger, tougher ones!"

He complained again after walking for a while, but he didn't notice that fewer and fewer Boyz were following him, and the shadows of the forest were getting deeper and deeper.

"I'm so thirsty! Who has mushroom brew! Hand it over!"

The previous battle was too intense, coupled with excessive blood loss, Urzog felt his throat burning. He immediately wanted to find some booze, but after shouting a few times, there was no response.

"Huh? Where did everyone go!"

He roared, shaking the canopy, but looking around, there was nothing but dark shadows.

A shiver ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Urzog swallowed and gripped his axe nervously.

"Hey! Where is everyone!"

No response, only silence, deathly silence.

The Greenskin warlord gripped his axe and looked around in a panic, slowly retreating with his back against a tree trunk.

For some reason, even the trees seemed to have turned into monsters with bared fangs and claws. The branches were like withered arms and claws, and the tree holes were like grinning faces.

"Where did you all go! Anyone breathing, answer!"

Urzog tried to roar to embolden himself. Even he realized something was wrong, but now he was all alone.

"Hey! Hey! What the—"

Just as he shouted two words, he seemed to sense something. He suddenly turned his head and saw a long, pale face with pointed ears looking at him playfully. As he stared in astonishment, the other party put a finger to his lips.

Shhh—

Urzog was about to speak, but he felt his consciousness flying away and his vision blurring.

Watching the Greenskin warlord fall backward to the ground, Yvraine revealed a satisfied smile. Then, a red and black armored Howling Banshee descended upside down from the tree trunk. Her legs were ramrod straight, and in the darkness, two faintly glowing threads extended from her heels all the way to the canopy, as if she were a real poisonous spider. On her arm armor, one could still see the slowly retracting venomous thorns. This was the most distinctive feature of the Shrine of Asuryan.

As she approached the ground, with a soft thud, she landed firmly on her feet with an elegant flip.

"Thank you for your trouble, Lady Kaelen."

The Howling Banshee raised her hand and took off her helmet, revealing a pale, pretty face with smoky makeup, and joked:

"Prince Yvraine, don't forget what you promised me."

"Of course."

As the two were talking, one by one, Dragon Knights gradually walked out of the shadows of the forest, each carrying 1-2 Greenskin heads in their hands.

"Prince, why not just kill this beast?"

A Dragon Knight walked to Yvraine's side and kicked the unconscious Greenskin warlord on the ground. Yvraine replied softly:

"Killing this beast would be too easy for it. Send it to the Shadow Nexus. There, someone will take good care of it. Pack it up."

"Yes."

After the Greenskin warlord was packed and boxed, an airship immediately descended from the high altitude, took it onto the shelf, and left in an instant.

Yvraine then summoned his mount, flipped over and rode on it, and extended his hand to the Howling Banshee Valkyrie. The other party did not refuse, grabbed his palm, and easily flipped onto the saddle, sitting behind him.

The Venom flew into the air, flying along the height of the canopy towards a hidden valley in the Mountains of Grief. This was very close to the destroyed monastery of the Crimson Fists, but it was also a blind spot in the field of vision. Since the Empire's reinforcements had arrived at this time, the Dragon Knights did not dare to fly into space for fear of being discovered by the high-altitude fighters. They all chose to fly close to the trees, which was not difficult for the winged dragons.

After arriving at the valley, Yvraine and Kaelen jumped off the back of the Venom. At this time, many Aeldari had gathered here, including another Dragon Knight General, Yfryane and the Druid Uruk.

"The Greenskin warlord has been dealt with."

After seeing Yfryane, Yvraine directly stated the results of the battle. The other party nodded and looked at the sky. In the deep night, one could vaguely see the flashing lights suspended outside the atmosphere, representing human warships.

"Does that mean the battle here is over and we can leave?"

When saying this, Yfryane looked to the left at a man wearing a golden feather cape and彩绣black spirit bone armor. The other party raised the token in his hand.

"Generals, His Highness's will is that troops can be withdrawn after ensuring that there are no major threats here, and the decision is made by the two of you. If you two believe that there is no serious threat from Greenskins here, then you can report to the Privy Council, and the Privy Council will order the organization of the evacuation."

Yfryane then looked at Yvraine.

"Yvraine, what do you say?"

Yvraine did not answer immediately, but took a few steps, away from the shadows shrouded in rocks, and looked up at the ruins built between the two mountain valleys a few kilometers away. It had now been turned into a fortress made of rocks and architectural debris by the Greenskins. Although the home of the Crimson Fists was destroyed, there were still many remnants, coupled with its steep terrain and the complex terrain of the Mountains of Grief, it would definitely be a tough nut to crack. Human ground heavy equipment, including those Titans, would definitely not be able to enter, so they would not be able to provide any assistance. It would be very difficult to attack this fortress with infantry alone, and the effect of air strikes would probably be limited. The surrounding mountains would make low-altitude bombing extremely risky for crashes.

Moreover, Yvraine always had one thing in mind, or a question that troubled him.

There also seemed to be Greenskins on another continent, but they had not taken any action since the failed siege of Black Reef City. He personally patrolled more than a dozen times, but did not find any movement from the Greenskins. This was too abnormal. He was sure that he had absolutely not wiped out all the Greenskins at that time.

Their silence must be for another reason!

He seriously suspected that there was still a hidden base of Greenskins there, and there was something of great threat inside, otherwise it would be difficult for the Greenskins to have a sense of "secrecy" with their nature. Greenskins are very rude, but they are definitely not stupid, and even have a kind of barbaric cunning. There must be something wrong with this!