Chapter 1250 I Am the Butcher, Jumping and Chopping

Seven days later, the action team successfully arrived at the foot of the Gray Mountains. During this period, the dwarf butcher had difficulty riding a horse due to his long legs, and was extremely resistant to being on a four-legged animal, making some jokes.

In desperation, Victor could only use the life of the dwarf of Karak Dreadnaught as bait, telling Gragrim that if the delay continued, the Wesenland artillery would not have the right opportunity to attract attention to the dwarf mountain fortress.

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

Gragrim, who had been bumping on the horse for a long time, covered his mouth. He felt that the seven days of running around made the dwarf feel extremely sick. He still liked the stable touch of being down to earth.

He let go of Victor, jumped awkwardly from the saddle, took a swig of Bergman beer from his vibranium belt to relieve the bad feeling.

"Captain Victor, this trip will not be too smooth..." Shadow Walker led the horse forward and stared at the towering cloud-like mountains above his head. The clouds slowly drifted from the top of the mountain, covering the snow-covered peaks, and before they entered the gray Across the mountains, it seemed as if they could hear the noisy green-skinned shouts.

Knowing that Shadow Walker was just a reminder and not a doubt about the mission, Victor nodded lightly. He had roughly figured out the situation of the team members along the way.

First of all, Gragrim has a very standard dwarf mustache, eager to be recognized by his elders, and has a strong desire to perform. When encountering sporadic orcs on the road, if the shadowwalker shoots an arrow to deal with them, he will definitely complain.

Next 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 that it has nothing to do with anything, and the name given by the family will become burden.

This is an absolutely ruthless scout. His sophisticated skills and intelligence analysis ability have left a deep impression on the witch hunters. Often when they are still far away from the green skin, the Shadow Walker can rely on his excellent eyesight and Insight, find the boys.

Finally, there was the sacrifice... Victor did not write down his name. According to the priest's own statement, he had dedicated all his life to Sotek. The name was just a drag, symbolizing his nostalgia for mortal relationships.

This is an out-and-out religious fanatic. When he smells traces of rat-men on the road, he will definitely break away from the team and chase the rat fur first to bite him. According to the priest, killing rat-men is much more important than saving dwarves. , only by solving the rat-men can there be hope for this world.

This aroused strong dissatisfaction from the Butcher, and the two sides started a heated debate about who was the greater threat, the Greenskins or the Skaven. If Druzi had not been defeated, perhaps Shadowrunner could join this discussion on behalf of Asul.

As for Victor, he really wants to say that chaos is the ultimate enemy of the world, and the rats and greenskins are just deadly offensives to rub salt into the wounds...

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

"Fighting... feels good!" The priest shook the shabby cloak wrapped in the gorgeous feather cloak. He smelled the unique stench of rats in the gray mountains. The hatred from the level of faith made him feel sincerely excited. If he could honor the god again It would be a great honor to offer a sacrifice.

"Fuck the greenskins, in the name of Grimnir, if one Longbeard dies in Dreadnought, I will kill a hundred... no, a thousand greenskins will be buried with him!" Gragrim flapped his double axes. , the anger is like thunder, and the nostrils are spitting out, wishing that he could use his short legs to rush directly to the gray mountains.

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

Driving the horses to the heart of the empire, the task this time was actually very simple. Light a bonfire, let Wesson lead the artillery to attack the greenskin positions, and then stay in a safe position to wait for His Majesty the Emperor and the High King to defeat the greenskins.

As for where this safe position is, Imrik didn't say, and Victor didn't dare to ask. It was most likely a near-death adventure.

Whether the artillery of Wesen Territory could immediately organize an artillery attack when the bonfire was lit, and how to cross the towering chasm of the Gray Mountains to strike effectively, Imrik did not say, and Victor did not dare to ask more. Anyway, just obey the order and follow the command. Yes, even if it is a suicide operation, if it is beneficial to the empire, he will carry it out truthfully.

Sigmar bless...

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

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

In response to Shadowwalker's unkind reminder, Victor added: "The reinforcements from the Phoenix King have also arrived. When the army marched towards Fort Fearless, they successfully lit the bonfire and used artillery to disrupt the greenskin's position... We cannot guarantee that The Dauntless Fortress can organize an effective counterattack and form a two-sided flank for the greenskins, but if there is one, I think the so-called safe area is of no value. The best thing to do after the bonfire is lit is to enter the mountain fortress and let the dwarves The king strikes."

Adding a suicide mission to the suicide mission, given Victor's experience in the Empire, few would agree.

"A reasonable move, the god appreciates your judgment." The priest nodded, which made Victor wonder, aren't you afraid of death? There is no dispute between dwarves and giant horned vipers.

"I would like to emphasize again that there must be countless greenskins around Fort Fearless. With the ability of Shadow Walker, they will definitely be able to find a safe location. Staying there and waiting for the end of the war is also a heroic act."

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

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

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

The Shadow Walker's reminder made Gragrim excited. After hearing the unique noise of greenskins, he looked in the direction of the elf's bow and arrow, and saw a big guy with the boys patrolling the four directions.

This big guy... is a little stranger than the 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 more about killing 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 both feet and suddenly jumped up. With a leap, he chopped the big guy's head into pieces.

"For Kadrin!" (End of this chapter)