Chapter 482 Duel

There was no time for people to figure it out. Groups of zombies had already crushed the exterior wall of the camp and rushed in. If the Greenskins built a solid camp, the zombies might not be able to rush over for a while. But the problem is that the white-handed boss had no intention of guarding the camp at all, so the Greenskins' camp was built very roughly - the zombies easily pushed down the exterior wall of the camp like wooden frames and rushed in.

These zombies are all green-skinned corpses. It can be seen that some of them have been dead for a long time. Their stinking smell is squirming, and the maggots are squirming in their bodies, and their broken skin is hanging weakly on their bodies, making it clear that their rotten internal organs are visible. The soldiers' decayed eyes are only hatred and persistent to the living. Some zombies are rotten, no difference compared to skeletons, while others have just died for a few days. This mixture can make people feel even more terrified. Fortunately, the orcs are all trembling and almost lose their fighting courage.

The white-handed boss instantly realized that he had made a big mistake. He dispersed his troops, originally used to deal with the dwarves, but he forgot that the Blood Duke had another trick.

It was time to say that, and in a blink of an eye, the two armies had already begun to confront each other. The zombies were slow to move, but they won and never retreated. Chapter 482 The officers in the army held a small meeting on the side of the road.

"Everyone, I unexpectedly found a major situation." Ashrufate did not drag on the mud, but said it straightforwardly. "Green Skin is in internal conflict tonight!"

"Internal strife?"

It is normal to say that Green Skin's internal strife is a normal thing. Not to mention marching, camping, etc., even on the battlefield, Green Skin can have a quarrel over trivial matters, or even kill each other with blood on the blade. The veterans of Dwarfs have witnessed countless times.

"The greens have a civil war!" said Ashu Rufate. "We must seize this opportunity and defeat all these greens in one go!"

He did not explain why he knew about the internal strife, nor did he give others a chance to ask questions. After saying that, he immediately began to arrange tasks, and the entire army launched a battle formation and moved quickly towards the Greenskin Camp.

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The white-handed boss waved the battle axe in his hand and cut down several zombies like weeds.

The battle has come to an end. After a night of fierce fighting, the Greenskins won the victory. This is because although the zombies did not retreat at all, they were slow and the individual soldiers had low combat effectiveness. Moreover, since there was no unified will command, they lost a lot in the battle. At this moment, the entire Greenskin camp was covered with a layer of corpses. Some were already dead, and some just died tonight.

The east has already revealed its white belly, and time has come to dawn.

There were no other enemies around him, so the white-handed boss stopped. Not far away, the last zombie was surrounded by a large group of green-skinned boys, and was defeated one by one under the attack of machetes, spears and axes. Although one kid was accidentally knocked down by a zombie, the green-skinned boys finally won the battle.

The old boss's heart was filled with frustration of failure. He came with confidence and carefully arranged everything. But the final result was that everything he did turned into a joke.

In fact, this battle was completely harmless for him. But what was unbearable was that he originally wanted to prove the stupidity, weakness and incompetence of the Blood Duke through this battle, and was not worthy of Yilan's last comment at all, but now the situation is just the opposite.

There were not many zombies left there. A huge explosion fell into the green skin that was fighting the last group of zombies. The green skin and the green skin fragments were flying all over the sky. Then there were more explosions. Under this blow, all the remaining zombies were destroyed, while the green skin also suffered hundreds of casualties.

In the morning light, wearing fine armor and holding weapons, the mighty dwarf warriors appeared on a small hill outside the camp. The armor reflected the light of dawn, which looked a bit dazzling.

There was no way to see how many dwarves were, but what could be seen was that the continuous dwarves troops were pouring out from behind. At this time, taking advantage of the melee of the Greenskins camp, the Dwarves had chosen to build their cannons in favor of the terrain. Soon more artillery fire fell on the heads of the chaotic Greenskins.

The green skins began to shrink their formation and gathered behind the white-handed boss. The fierce battle overnight caused them to suffer a great loss. The surviving green skin looked at the dwarfs with strict formation without any battle consumption, and they were all scared. Even though the green skins were all fanatical combat creatures, they had no morale left at this moment.

"Boss, this battle... I'm afraid I can't beat it." A goblin came up to propose to the boss of the free agent.

"What are you afraid of? We are still more numerous!" The white-handed boss waved his hand, "Go up! The whole army attacked!"

The boss had an order, and the boys had to bite the bullet and rush up with artillery fire. They were greeted by three dense waves of bullets, with thousands of green-skins directly paying the account. This immediately knocked out the attack momentum of green-skins. Some green-skins turned around and ran away, while the other hesitated on the spot, not knowing what to do. The dwarf infantry rushed up from the front and hit the scattered formation of green-skins with a tight formation. After a hammer and axe, the fighting spirit of the green-skins was disintegrated.

The green skin who rushed up turned around and ran back, and the goblins ran very fast. Although the white-handed boss did not lie, the green skin still had an advantage in number at this time, after a night of hard fighting, the green skin, which had suffered heavy casualties and was exhausted, was no longer the opponent of the leisurely dwarves. Under the pursuit of the dwarf infantry, the green skins were defeated like a mountain. The dwarf's cannon took the opportunity to bombard the green skins unbridledly, and used one shell after another to make the green skins dizzy.

Even the boss of the white hand could not control the situation at this time. The retreating Green Skin could not hold back and turned around and ran away from another direction. Unfortunately, Green Skin, who was running away, met another dwarf unit again. With a fire of muskets, the Green Skins, who had no fighting spirit, did not dare to break through from the front, and turned around and ran to the other direction. But this was useless, because another dwarf unit appeared in front. Several organ cannons blasted, and more than a hundred green Skins in front were knocked down, and Green Skins in the back turned around and ran away again.

This is not a battle, but a unilateral killing. Because Greenskin had completely lost their fighting spirit at this time, they were just trying to break through from all directions in vain. On the contrary, the dwarves' artillery and bullets were steadily harvesting Greenskin's lives. Their new type of ballista was more focused on attacking the leaders of the team. In this chaotic situation, Greenskin could not organize effective resistance at all, and could only fall in groups under the artillery fire, bullets and axes.

The battle has come to an end. The chaotic greenskin was crushed back to the camp by the dwarf's artillery fire and battle axe. Although many greenskins were aroused to make a last-minute attempt, the musketeers focused on these dying greenskins with accurate bullets. The infantry also lined up neat shield walls. Even if the greenskins cut and killed them desperately, all they could do was leave one irrelevant scratch after another on the shield. All the greenskins who tried to cross the shield wall were killed by the dwarf warriors on the second and third lines one by one.

The boss of the white hand is an exception. He wielded his magical battle axe and relied on his own courage to come out of the dwarf's shield formation. However, there were only a hundred boys who could surround him. The other dwarfs quickly filled the gap and continued to push the remaining green skins in place, so as to become a living target for muskets and cannons.

Failed, the battle was completely defeated! No matter how angry the boss of the white hand was, everything at the moment was irreversible. His army of up to 40,000 was wiped out in such a short time, and the only thing left was the hundreds of kids around him who were following him.

Even the current situation is short-lived, because the Dwarf musketeers have already discovered them. They are about to be baptized by a wave of bullets, and only God knows how many kids are left.

The white-handed boss was furious. Suddenly, he raised his magical battle axe and shouted to the second line of the dwarf. The boys around him looked at their boss in surprise, because their boss was shouting at the opposite position in a strange language, obviously challenging the dwarf general in the dwarf language.

Dwarves have the tradition of learning the language of the enemy, and Greenskin is not such a troublesome thing. Their casual nature also makes them have nothing to call "traditional". In most cases, besides Greenskin's language, don't expect a Greenskin to speak other languages ​​- even goblins, let alone orcs.

The white-handed boss waited for a few seconds, and then he saw a dwarf standing out from the neat queue. The dwarf general stood on a shield, and the four guards held the shield on their shoulders. After the small team had walked forward for a short distance, the dwarf general jumped off the shield and continued forward alone, holding a giant sword taller than himself in his hand.

The boss of the white hand felt a burst of ecstasy. He had not lost yet! Anyway, his goal was to kill the Blood Duke on the battlefield, rather than win the battle with the green skin. What does the relationship between the dwarf and the Green Skin win and who lose to him? As long as he kills the Blood Duke, he will win.

And he does have the capital to kill the Blood Duke. Because this body was adjusted for this purpose. The bones of this body were all replaced with high-density alloys, the nerves were optimized and adjusted, and the muscle system was also modified in a matching manner. In fact, the original goal of this body was to entangle or even defeat the Blood Duke on the battlefield, so as not to allow him to break through the army and escape with his physical advantage.

The boss of the white hand knew what to do. He would be hit by the Blood Duke head-on and wait for an opportunity to fight back. Since the bones of this body are special, the Blood Duke cannot cut him off no matter how powerful it is. In other words, no matter how the Blood Duke does it, as long as a one-on-one competition, the boss of the white hand has a high chance of killing the other party. Of course, this may also make the body end, but what does it matter?

The white-handed boss roared and rushed forward alone, while the dwarf on the opposite side also strode towards this side. He was about to enter a hand-to-hand battle.

Just in the last few steps, the boss of the white hand saw the other party raise one hand. This is a completely unreasonable thing, because the two sides are already very close. What to do at this time is to hold the weapon tightly to prepare for war, rather than raise one hand - wait, raise one hand? Who is that signaling to? But the boss of the white hand had no time to stop and could only rush forward like this.

A huge impact force came from the slant. The white-handed boss vibrated violently, and something happened to him a few seconds later - a crossbow shot from the dwarf's position, pierced his body on the front and nailed it to the ground.

The white-handed boss roared, and his survival instinct and strong unwillingness to let him struggle - then he saw a dwarf combed like an orange cockscomb, with his upper body jumping out of nowhere, standing beside him, and raising the sharp axe in his hand high.

Then he felt a chill in his neck, which was the chilling feeling of the axe blade passing through the gaps between the neck bones.

"So stupid, why do I have to duel with you?" He seemed to hear the sarcastic voice of the dwarf holding a giant sword in his ears. "Is Green Skin really that stupid?"
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