Cong Xi Yi Ren Kai Shi Mang Chuan Zhong Gu

Ghost faces that were half-real and half-real screamed through the forest, and the unnatural flames created patches of ashes, and then stopped in the suffocating poisonous gas.

Teams of warlocks used swords and muskets to fight fiercely with the beastmen or Nurgle followers who rushed in front of them. Nurgle's followers would still fight with the beastmen on the way to charge. Slaanesh demons quickly shuttled through the shadows, showing off from time to time. Sense of presence.

The agile demon retreated in time before being hit by the sudden magic.

The forest turned into a mess. As far as the eye could see, there were only twos and threes of warriors or warlocks fighting each other. From time to time, someone who failed to cast a spell would explode and flatten a small forest area. The forest was dying and groaning, but nothing was done about it.

There was an eerie calm in the magic circle in the center of the forest area, and almost everyone subconsciously avoided it. Even if there were beastmen who rushed recklessly towards the sacrifice, they would be quickly killed on the way by the various religious groups who suddenly joined forces.

Lynch thought the situation would not continue to deteriorate. He had been waiting and watching for a while.

But another group of rampaging armed gangs was exposed to his perception, and they rushed towards the chaotic forest area without any cover.

"This is our territory!"

"Can't let the human thing continue!"

"Send troops! We must send troops!"

"But that bastard rat Borriol took away many soldiers."

Underground, the heated discussion came to an abrupt end.

"Send out, send out troops! Send out twenty!" The participant was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"Impossible! We don't have 200,000 soldiers!"

Just when the clan's war leader was about to argue, he found that the proposer did not continue.

The Kingdom of Skaven should obviously keep a low profile in the near future, even the rat clans that have always been tough.

Each small clan has envoys from the major clans. They come with assistance from other clans, firmly control the power of the small clan, and fight against hostile clans.

Everyone present was a mixed crowd, and the messenger from the Moss clan, who was leading the battle, only said slowly:

"Send twenty soldiers."

In this way, everyone can get a satisfactory result. The underground kingdom has defended its hegemony, the slave rats will escape directly on the way to the expedition, and the Moss clan has achieved its purpose of sending troops and will not be held accountable by the headquarters.

And those clans that advocate dormancy no longer need to worry about the deterioration of the situation.

Every ratman believes that other clans will make the same judgment - the above world should be temporarily abandoned, and the ratmen must enter the Great Hibernation Stage and use the long years to restore their numbers.

"Master of Change" Sherrent originally thought that the Scarlet Skull would encounter many obstacles, but none of the opponents he expected appeared. With the assistance of the Beastman tribe, the Blood God's Order advanced smoothly and attacked the flying sky with overwhelming force. Enchanted forest.

There is almost no need for positioning, and there is no need to use internal response, because the location of the ceremony is so obvious that anyone who is not blind can see it.

They had to fight quickly. Someone who had witnessed the vision would report it to the officials in the Midden Territory. It would take some time for the army to arrive. During this period, Sherrente would have the only chance to win.

Such an anomaly would require the town to allocate troops. Ordinary militiamen would not dare to join in the fun. The closest place to here is Middenheim. Schelent did not need to consider whether the religious group present would still be in a stalemate with the regular army after the army arrived. , the results are self-evident.

Before they were summoned out of Paradise and gained the power in the Kingdom of God, they were unable to fight against the army.

The vague omen of danger suppressed the warlock's heart, seeming to remind him to escape as soon as possible.

Although he was anxious in his heart, the cunning old Tzeentch believer did not rush directly into the military formation. He huddled behind and waited quietly for the Scarlet Skull to gain the upper hand.

The beast herd engulfed the warriors of Khorne and charged with an unstoppable trend towards all enemies in sight.

The redirected magic and gunpowder brought down half of the army at a glance, but the remaining ones had successfully approached the enemy and began to kill indiscriminately.

Sherrent was always paying attention to the wind and grass. He found that the sky was getting darker and darker, and the sunshine was full of decay.

The leaves trembled in the dead, slow wind, hoarsely as if they were saying something.

As soon as his conservative thoughts responded to another gust of death wind blowing past Sherrent, he realized something was wrong.

His body was as numb as a dead man, and his mind was not as sharp as before.

Thick liquid rolled in his skull, and the dirt and fallen branches in his eyes squirmed like an illusion.

Trees and faded flowers bore fleshy fruits that shrieked and rolled slickly on the ground. Plants and animals in Sherrente's horizon were reborn, quickly filling the area with extraordinary fecundity. The eyes of the warlock.

With the cooperation of their former opponents, Green and the knights quickly dispersed the cowardly warlock army. It was not easy for the beastmen to send out so many horned beasts. They were once boundless and moved like a tide in the forest.

But today after the "Great Holy War", it is really difficult to find some large-scale beast herds from Duncanwald Forest.

Before praying to Khorne, the company of the White Wolf Knights in which Green served had launched several campaigns against wild beasts in the forest.

The sweet sound of sharp axes and blunt hammers grinding flesh is the melody of killing. The soldiers shouted the name of the Blood God wantonly and slaughtered selflessly.

The unknown group of sorcerers fled in fear, because their weak magic was not enough to kill the toughest knight, and their guns could not penetrate the armor at will.

Like every warrior, Green locked onto the screaming heads and chased the warlock closest to him.

His feet sank into the soft, warm earth, bringing out a rush of stickiness every time he lifted it up.

The experienced warrior soon realized something was wrong, but his movement of lowering his head was slower than that of the old villager. When he moved his eyes to the ground with difficulty, he turned a blind eye to the lump of light green soft flesh.

The ground seems to be like this, this is the real ground.

Ge Lin shuttled through the dense forest, the tree trunks rubbing the knight's side with their bones, and the smooth vines swam among the branches like maggots, falling playfully from time to time and passing over the heads of mortals.

Oily liquid dripped from the canopy, creating a heavy rain for mortals.

Everything is so normal.

Lin Qi moved the sacrifices quickly with quick eyes and hands, and threw them almost at the same time to the edge of the forest outside the sacrifice circle, where the unnatural space could not overlap.

In order to prevent the visitor from returning empty-handed, the lizard man made a compensatory move into the magic circle.

There has to be a sacrifice.

At such times he was always more active than before and extremely enthusiastic.