Chapter 1262 Mine Operation

In a mine near Karak Dreadnaught, a temporary team of four encountered some minor troubles...

"Victor, left hand!"

Gragrim tugged on the iron chain wrapped around his arm, and his muscles stood tall like stubborn rocks. After chopping the head of a goblin with the ax blade in his right hand, he threw the chain ax into the deep and dark narrow tunnel.

Victor, holding a sharp sword, was struggling to intercept the green boys pouring out of the flank tunnel. After hearing the dwarf's reminder, he didn't think much and turned sideways to the right.

The two poisonous sharp blades were invisible to the naked eye and seemed to be pierced at the hem of Victor's chainmail clothing. Without the dwarf's warning, the witch hunter would have been stabbed through the chest and abdomen by a sneak attack.

When Gragrim was thrown by a chain axe, the original perfect balance between offense and defense was broken, and a despicable lurker jumped out with double blades.

Having witnessed the terrifying aspects of this rare goblin in the past few days, Victor did not dare to be careless. Seeing the double blades in front of him piercing the ground, he still had some time to react.

The witch hunter immediately turned around, using the exquisite technique he had trained countless times, pulled out the pistol attached to his armed belt, and shot at the despicable lurker next to Gragrim from a distance.

A blessed bullet penetrated the goblin's chest, making the union between dwarves and humans even closer.

Gragrim began to like this tall witch hunter a little bit, provided that his mouth was not too sharp.

Victor roared angrily and reprimanded the butcher: "Pay attention to your defensive position, butcher of Karak Kaderin, if you die in the hands of a goblin, you will not be able to see Grimnir, and The ancestors of your Longxu clan!"

As he spoke, the witch hunter fired another bullet, killing the goblin archer who was aiming at the butcher's naked body.

"Salzipire, you really should have been born into an elf's womb, so I will definitely use these two axes to 'love you'!" Withdrawing the chain axe, Gragrim roared, and flexibly adjusted his pace to spin. , cutting open the flesh and will of the surrounding greenskins.

"In the name of Sigma, watch your words!" Without thinking, Victor fought back against the greenskins in almost the same way. The witch hunter's skills were very sharp. Even if he was in a narrow mine tunnel, he could still handle every situation with ease. A monster breaks out.

The sharp blade cut across the throat and eye sockets, causing blood to pop out. The precise and fatal attack was more skillful than before, and blood holes were embedded in the green-skinned orc's body.

Compared to the efficiency and lethality of the Witch Hunter, the Butcher is completely like a wild boar attack. His body is much shorter than the green-skinned orcs, and he also holds two one-handed battle axes, which is not suitable for double-edged combat to open the heads of stupid people. ax.

It can only be done in a relatively cruel and inefficient way. While running and wandering, the double axes swing out an airtight attack network, cutting each green skin they come into contact into into pieces of different sizes.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, roars intertwined, the witch hunter and the butcher were gradually swallowed up in the green sea of ​​​​tide...until a spark arrived.

A winding and flying flame python, carrying the high temperature of the distorted air on its surface, came from the darkness at the bottom of the tunnel. The green skin it touched immediately turned into charcoal, exuding the fresh fragrance of mushrooms in place.

The fire snake slithered over Victor's shoulder, burning his right eyebrow and hair into terrible black hairballs.

The burning pain did not frighten the witch hunter. This was just the slightest injury to the Son of Sigmar, but what the witch hunter could not tolerate was the extra spots left by the flames on the black gauntlets.

"Watch your fire, damn wizard! In the name of Gal Maraz, Hammer of Heroes, turn your fire on your enemies, not on your own!"

The priest walked out carrying a strange colored ore. After hearing what Victor said, he pointed at the corpse lying on the ground and the retreating greenskins and said: "In the name of Sotek, if your qualities are The Blight Swamp will definitely be destroyed if it is attacked by the Ratmen!"

"Shut up, you two heretics. In the name of Grimnir, I will kill all the greenskins in this mine...and the Skaven! This is a new oath!"

The butcher swears and expects them to implement it seriously, which seems a bit nonsense, but if he swears a killing oath, it is very interesting.

Gragrim's imperial-flavored words also made the witch hunters and priests turn their heads and glare: "Before that, think about how to fulfill the oath you made before entering the mine. We are completely lost!"

Gragrim rubbed his nose in embarrassment. He also didn't pay attention. In addition, he was young and energetic. He was fiddling with the mine design in Victor. The priest sent spirit snakes to scout, and Shadow Walker looked for traces of the enemy, so he volunteered that he could lead the way.

Prince Kaderin's original words were: "I'm very familiar with the Gray Mountains. Entering the mine is as skillful as entering the Squig's lair. I'm sure to find the path leading to the bonfire."

The three people who had never entered the dwarf mine mistakenly believed that the dwarves had agreed-upon mining rules and that they could find their destination by following the clues.

But who knows that Gragrim really doesn't know. Maybe the dwarves have a way to save themselves in the mines, but he is a butcher and was trained as a warrior since he was a child. At the age of thirty, he completed the task under the watchful eyes of the ancestors and gods. Hair-picking ceremony, playing with a group of butchers in the Kaderin shrine.

If you can't find the road, you are lost. After the green skin's troubles, the direction that was originally barely distinguishable is now extremely blurry.

Victor provided a simple and effective way to kill where there are most greenskins. There must be a passage to the outside world there.

This proposal was affirmed by the team members, who believed that they should first determine the location before completing the task assigned by the Phoenix King.

However, some minor incidents occurred during this period, such as encountering a mutant monster with skin as strong as that of a blacksmith, and the arrows shot by the goblins could actually hit the target. The boys seemed to be more waaagh, stronger and more irritable, and then the shadow walkers set out to find traces.

The priest threw up the colored ore in his hand and kept weighing it in his hand: "The glazed ore containing highly toxic substances is difficult for elves to use appropriately. A little finger-sized amount can make an elephant fall into a coma and pretend to die... But the greenskins actually use the glazed ore as a seasoning, thinking that throwing it into the pot and boiling it can gain mysterious power."

"This sounds absurd." Victor, who had finished inspecting the battlefield, was a little unconvinced by the priest's words. The glazed ore is generally regarded as a taboo in the empire, and only the Golden Academy is qualified to study it.

The reason is not complicated. Nurgle believers can even infect minerals and spread their terrible plague.

"This is ridiculous, but does the greenskin race seem normal?" (End of this chapter)