Chapter 1305 The Pointy-Eared and the Short Guy Who Dislike Each Other

"Pointy ears, back off!"

The furious roar made Eltharion dodge sideways immediately, dodging the incoming flames with his mirror-like graceful figure.

But this was a bit embarrassing for the huge Gollum. The goblin warlord swung his axe clumsily, shouting "Damn shorty", and then felt his hands shake, and his whole body became painful under the impact of the two axes.

The crown of Barag had turned into a flaming headband, and Agrim's eyes were blazing as he wrestled with the big-bellied king Gollum. His proud long beard had been dyed red with blood.

The Butcher King wanted to use the help of the elves to quickly find the big-bellied king and kill the greenskin warlord in an unparalleled way among thousands of troops.

But he didn't expect that the elves would give him a hand instead, and the location of the throw was far away from the big-bellied king, and he was surrounded by a group of orcs.

The Butcher King heard the fierce fighting from the south and the piercing bloodthirsty roars of the griffins throughout the day, and felt that his anger was becoming more and more difficult to suppress.

He fought alone for a whole day, dragging a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood to the Big Belly King, just to understand this hatred and settle accounts with the pointy-eared war lord.

Gollum obviously recognized the Flame Butcher in front of him, and his expression was solemn. The name of the Butcher King was very loud among the greenskins, and he was definitely the most capable short stack.

But being able to fight will only inspire the fighting spirit of the greenskins!

The sound of the axe colliding was more magnificent and terrifying than the fight between Eltharion and Gollum just now. Agrim's fiery anger turned into substance, and the huge Dago Axe was always swung with the greatest strength to fight the Big Belly King head-on.

The Big Belly King was not inferior, and many people speculated about the strength of this warlord, and finally concluded that as long as Agrim took action, everything would be fine.

But the fact is that there will always be some monsters among the greenskins, including but not limited to the powerful waaagh that destroyed the Strig Empire and the orc warlord who defeated Aboraash head-on.

Although he is a goblin, the power of the Big Belly King is not inferior to the most powerful orc.

The ground cracked in the repeated unloading, turning into pieces of prismatic protruding gravel, and the hatred between the greenskins and the dwarves was stirred in the ears.

Compared with Eltharion, he wanted to test what the Big Belly King knew about Yvresse. The reaction of Agrim was the most representative of the dwarves.

Seeing that he did not gain an advantage by fighting with strength, Agrim took a step back, but it was not a cautious choice to look for flaws. The butcher lived for death, and he would never disgrace the name of Balag.

The Butcher King took a deep breath, and his body seemed to expand a little. The plate chain armor forged by meteorite iron could not cover his huge body, and the tail flame extended from the crown of Balag became substantial.

Dago's axe was raised high, just like Agrim's oath to never retreat. He stretched his legs and jumped towards the Big Belly King, like a comet hitting the ugly green-skinned meatball.

Gollum's battle axe swung back, and seeing the comet coming, he swung it in a thick arc by inertia and the feature of the back center of gravity of the battle axe.

The clanging sound made Isharion want to cover his ears. It was obvious that the fight between Agrim and the Big Belly King would not be decided for a while.

This greenskin was very strange, more... weird than any greenskin he had ever seen.

Almost immune to magic, the physical recovery speed was comparable to that of trolls, and the strength was comparable to that of giants. If it weren't for the heavy body that slowed down the speed, it might really be an unbeatable freak.

Taking advantage of the breathing time given by Agrim, Isharion walked quickly to the vicinity of Stormwing. If it weren't for the cover of his loyal companions, he would not be able to fight Gollum for a whole day.

Under the blood-stained feathers, there was a large piece of wounded flesh. Stormwing's originally white and beautiful head feathers had now turned into a blood-filled cockscomb, and the leopard's skin was full of clearly visible small wounds.

This made Isharion very distressed. He mobilized his mental power and cast a regeneration spell for Stormwing, which he was not very good at. Although this would consume a lot of energy, it was all worth it.

While casting the spell, the despicable goblin who had been planning for a long time had already come behind the griffin with two knives, and the two sharp blades stained with poison jumped up and stabbed Isharion's neck.

Carmen's spear pierced into the throat of the despicable lurker at an unpredictable angle. He threw away the corpse on the staff, gently stroked Stormwing's scarred fur, and turned around to look at the greenskins who were gradually surrounding him.

Under the Crown of Iris, the watcher's expression did not change at all. Even though he was far away from his allies and he was alone... there was a dwarf next to him, he was still one of the most powerful warriors in Ulthuan.

Carmen's spear pointed to the ground, and the bloody fang sword came out again. He looked calmly at the endless green tide and slowly opened his lips.

"I am the warlord of Ulthuan, Eltharion, the watcher of the Tower of Iris. In the name of the Phoenix King, you will die under my sword!"

Eltharion guided Carmen's spear to release the power contained in his body. Many years ago, he and his teacher worked together to study the divine magic system, which had made some phased progress.

As the choice of Radlily, the watcher was even more handy when applying divine magic, but the spells of the goddess of mist were often useless... He would rather use magic bombing.

But at this time, some small tricks became very useful.

The gray mist gradually dissipated from Eltharion's feet, and was guided by Carmen's spear to maintain a range of 30 meters around him.

A layer of shaped and invisible fog enveloped Eltharion and Stormwing, which meant that the environment changed from the greenskins' home ground to the watcher's hunting ground.

The screams and bloodthirsty roars showed that Eltharion and Stormwing were ready to solve the problem in a way that was unique to the elves.

Although he didn't know how the warlord, who was more like a berserker than a mage, did it, Agrim was not interested in paying attention.

The Butcher King devoted himself to the fight with the Big Belly King. After only a short confrontation, he had already understood that this was a greenskin worth killing with all his strength.

The reaction of the Big Belly King was to snatch a few pieces of fresh meat from the fart elf and bite them fiercely to replenish his empty stomach. The arm that was seriously injured by Agrim's slashing was recovering rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye with the replenishment of food.

The Butcher King imitated his old friend's whirlwind slash and solved the greenskins that Eltharion missed as quickly as possible. Seeing the Big Belly King who was not tired after a day of fighting, he licked his lips excitedly.

"Grimnir, you will be the sacrifice of Karak Kadrin to the God of War this year. May your death make the reckoning of the mountains more fierce!"

The Butcher King, without any hesitation, awakened the wind of fire in his body. He did not want to rely on some... weird things to win, which would interfere with his search for a glorious death.

But for the Butcher, more important than finding death is to settle hatred!

The Butcher, who turned into a fire man, once again faced the stupid but terrifying goblin warlord. Only when one side died, the battle ended. (End of this chapter)