Chapter 30 Trap

Another orc unit rushed up, lifted the giant tree again, and continued to hit the city gate.

"It seems that there are really not many shorts." In a distant location, the boss of Iron witnessed this siege battle. Siege without the cooperation of war machinery is itself a risky act, but it seems that the situation is better than he expected. There are still some fighting in this battle.

"Boss, most of their troops are outside. That's why we encountered so many attacks yesterday." A bold goblin said to the Iron Boss. "As long as we fight hard, we will definitely be able to capture this castle today."

"I think so too!" The boss of Iron Man glanced at the castle in the distance. According to the general war logic, as long as he could capture the castle, he would win. Because (no doubt) the dwarves' weapons and supplies were hoarded here. Without these, the dwarves were rootless trees and water without a source, and the only choice was to retreat. Even if Green Skin did nothing, they would win without a fight. Of course, with Green Skin's nature, it was impossible for them to do nothing in this situation.

"Boys, beat me hard!" The iron boss shouted. "Call the shamans to come up to me!"

On the observation deck at the highest point of the castle, the great caster Naragrim had noticed the formation change of the green-skinned formation. This was easy to notice - the offensive at the gate of the city was temporarily curbed, and in this case, some green-skinned who did not hold bows and arrows began to approach. Naragrim turned the telescope and observed carefully, and immediately found that many of the green-skinned groups were not wearing armor or weapons, but were wearing strange cloaks and inexplicable masks.

As an experienced old dwarf, Naragrim is very familiar with Green Skins. He knows what these Green Skins are.

"The green-skinned shaman is here!" Naragrim shouted at the bottom. "Brothers, get ready!"

The two cannons on the higher part of the castle began to shoot, aiming at the newly added shamans. For the dwarves, magic is an unreliable and dangerous thing. But it must be admitted that the magic of green-skinned is still very threatening. For the green-skinned shaman, the dwarves have always used only one method to solve the problem - cannons.

Compared with magic, cannons have an advantage in range. Before the green-skinned shaman wizard can use magic to attack the dwarves, the cannons can send these shamans to the West.

"People, raise the muzzle." An engineer shouted. "Remember the master's plan, we must give priority to the damn shamans."

The dwarf's dense artillery suddenly stopped. A few seconds later, the iron boss in the distance realized that this was not an accident caused by the accidental overlap of the shooting frequency, but a planned one.

The dwarves opened fire. The smoke and dust caused by the dense artillery fire instantly swallowed up the newly launched shaman troops. With the power of the flowering bullet, even the brother Mao could not protect him. The shamans were blown upside down and were in chaos.

"What a pity..." Naragrim shook his head. After all, the distance was too far, and the shamans cunningly chose a relatively favorable route, which made a considerable number of cannons unable to hit. Even the excellent gunners of the Engineers Association could not give these guys a devastating blow. Greenskin lost almost half of the shamans, but it ended here. They would get shelter from a slope after a while, causing the cannons to pose a threat to them, while their magic could hit the top of the city.

Naragrim estimated that what he was doing here was almost done. Because he was shooting at the cannons at the uncovered city, the Green-skinned Archer Boy had suffered heavy casualties at this time. The shamans would soon launch magic attacks.

From a personal perspective, Naragrim actually hopes to shoot for a while and use cannons and new flowering shells to eliminate more green skins. Unfortunately, the great casting master Asu Ruffat has repeatedly emphasized to him, and Naragrim once vowed to follow the orders with his honor.

"Tell your companions to retreat." Naragrim ordered with some regret. The dwarves pushed back the cannon and began to leave the city wall in an orderly manner. Only the dwarves at the gate continued to throw the excess shells down, blowing over the green skins who were still thinking of using giant trees to break through the city gate.

Just as the dwarves had just evacuated the city wall, the green magic immediately launched an offensive. A big foot composed of green light condensed into shape in the air above the castle, and stomped down, trampling the fortifications on the top of the city into pieces, and fragments of stone and wood were flying all over the sky. If the dwarves had not evacuated, then this blow would be enough to make a cannon and its operator disappear from the world immediately.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the new green skin rushed up, picked up the giant tree from the dead corpses, and launched another attack on the city gate. The magic also landed one after another on the wall of the castle, and the firing holes that had spit out death shells were destroyed one by one.

Even ordinary orcs under the city had already noticed that the resistance of the castle had become extremely weak. Although many leaders believed that the number of defenders in the castle was limited (of course, this was what the Iron Boss said), they now realized that they had an overwhelming advantage. All the cannons at the city were silent, and even the shells above the city gate no longer fell. In this case, even the goblins became brave and shot wildly at the city head. The orcs responsible for carrying giant trees were even more enthusiastic about launching fierce collisions.

The temporary castle gate was finally hard. With a crisp cracking sound, the city gate was knocked open by a giant tree! Without any instructions, the green skins threw down the wood, waved and chopped down, and rushed into the castle with the roar of "waaaagh".

"Okay, good! Win!" Beside the boss of the Iron Sea, the goblins jumped up happily. The most difficult part of the siege battle has been completed, and now they have to face a street battle - but for Green Sea, who has an overwhelming advantage in morale and military strength, this is their favorite battle.

Without the order from the boss of the Iron Sheet, the boys who had been impatient for a long time rushed towards the city gate. More and more green skins rushed into the castle.

...

Naragrim cut over the orc boy who rushed up with an axe. In this narrow passage, the advantage of force was almost meaningless. A dozen butchers and soldiers cooperated with each other and gradually retreated, cutting over the orcs chasing one by one.

The ideal of a butcher is to die in an epic and very important battle. But it is obvious that this battle is not epic, let alone anything important. This place is just a trap, and the dwarfs stationed in the castle act as bait. Naragrim took out his musket, beat a green-skinned boy who rushed up to break his brain, and then took this opportunity to retreat into the ground.

The other orcs rushed up, but they were already a step late. The dwarves had closed the authentic entrance. The orcs used their weapons to try to pry open the heavy mechanics, but everything was in vain.

The butchers retreated to the tunnel and after walking a short distance, Naragrim took out his communication rune stone.

"Master, we have withdrawn." He reported to Ash Rufate, who held another communication stone.

"Very good, leave quickly." The sound in the rune stone seemed mechanical and calm, not like Ash Rufate's tone at all. But this should be a problem with the quality of the rune stone itself. "Time is limited, and the underground passage is not very solid. If you are not fast enough, it may be affected."

Just as Naraglim was reporting on the situation, outside the castle, the Greenskin army had turned into a sea of ​​joy. Things that had been repeatedly harassed by the dwarves and suffered heavy losses were completely thrown out of the mind by Greenskin. A large group of Greenskin pushed and squeezed into the castle, hoping to get enough spoils in this victory. Every Greenskin knew that every time he defeated the dwarves, especially the castle that captured them, Greenskin could get a lot of excellent weapons and armor, as well as many shining treasures. The victory had been confirmed, so it was more important for each Greenskin to throw the battlefield discipline out of his mind. It was more important to rush into the castle to make a fortune.

Of course, it would be even more perfect if you catch a dwarf and kill him.

"Boss, we won!"

"Win! Win!"

The Iron Boss was also filled with joy. The goblins tried their best to show their kindness to the boss, flattered the boss, praised the Iron Boss for being wise and powerful, and was invincible. Although the victory came so easily that the Iron Boss himself felt a little unbelievable, it was an obvious fact that his troops had already attacked the castle.

The street battles in the castle in the future are much easier than breaking through the city gates - the greens think so from top to bottom.

"Boss, that helicopter is still on his head." A goblin who had never had the chance to attract the boss's attention suddenly made an inappropriate statement.

What he said was not a lie. These damn helicopters had never left the head of Greenskin. Before, these helicopters had thrown bombs down. Now that the bombs were all lost, they still unwilling to continue hovering over the heads of Greenskins. However, saying such despicable words under such a good situation would be a boring thing.

"Let them stay above their heads, we are not afraid. The castle has been beaten!" With this sentence, a goblin leader slapped the bad guy in the face, making him turn around in the spot. "Boss, it's time for us to go in too."

"Talk too much!" That's it, but the boss of Iron has just won and is in a good mood, so even if he curses, it doesn't hurt. "Let the boys slowly clear the dwarves inside. I'll think about it first... how to deal with the dwarves outside..." The boss of Iron has a long-term vision and has taken into consideration the next step of action.

...

In the distant dwarf camp, Ashu Rufat had heard reports from Naragrim and the helicopter pilot.

"Okay, master." In her mind, Carrie said to Ashu Rufat. "I have ordered the detonation. If this castle collapses in all aspects..." Her voice looked smiling. "You can get rid of thousands of green skins no matter what. In this way, we will eliminate half of the green skins."
Chapter completed!