Chapter 165 Not Green Enough

On the east side, Rogue took advantage of the chaos and avoided the fast-moving, glittering lizardmen from a distance.

Only fools seek their own death. It's good enough if this kind of trouble doesn't come to you. Why bother to provoke it? Ever since he led the team to attack the Temple of Purification, Rogge had a premonition.

When Rogge learned that monsters were hunting gold diggers, he felt unspeakable fear.

He wondered if the Lizardmen came for the holy relic in the silver box.

Rogge only managed to grab one piece of magic equipment. As far as he knew, the other one had been successfully transferred by the Lizardmen.

The champion of the Slaanesh Cult swung his blade-like tail suddenly, and the ratman who wanted to take the opportunity to attack from behind was knocked back to the ground by the terrible force.

The followers of the Purple Rose Order struggled to move forward amid the rat tide. From time to time, someone had their throat cut by a dagger in the dark, or was thrown to the ground and disappeared into the darkness.

A sharp cry was heard further west, and dark clouds were drifting in from the west.

What was strange was that from beneath the dark clouds, long, thin tongues kept popping out and rolling towards the dark clouds like hunting frogs.

After the wind and clouds rose, the long tongues that were as dense as rain of arrows returned empty-handed.

Rogge looked back in horror and tried even harder to get deeper into the rat tide.

Of course he recognized the deformed Slaanesh magic, but Rogge didn't understand why the succubus, who was supposed to mislead the Lizardmen, would flee directly.

They are serving the Son of God. Even if they are demons, they should not be so lazy.

Facts cannot be changed by the will of mortals. Pterosaurs, accompanied by their high-spirited riders, emerged from the dark clouds.

Thousands of pterosaur riders broke through the blockade of Slaanesh magic and grabbed the panicked fleeing like falcons swooping down on their prey.

Soon, the two sides of pursuit and escape merged into a huge battlefield.

In the center of the battlefield, Lynch bypassed the spreading fog and rushed straight to the east with the orc warrior who was chasing him relentlessly.

It's like two armored tanks rushing towards each other.

Lynch relied on his more agile body to avoid the orc general's boar-like charge.

It was clearly targeting Lynch, and the Lizardman couldn't deal with it in a short period of time, which was equivalent to fighting against the entire green tide alone.

Lynch certainly knew his limits. He had to get rid of the Nurgle Warlock, who posed the greatest threat, first. The Archmage was entangled by the Skaven, and he was the only one who had the time and strength to deal with the heretic who was calling upon Nurgle.

If left unchecked, these crazy guys will definitely expand the local plague to a global scale.

Invisible enemies like plague are far more terrifying than physical enemies! In another earth-shaking charge, Lynch suddenly accelerated and avoided the orc warrior who hit him from the side.

A huge rock several meters high was smashed by the ferocious greenskins, but it did not weaken its momentum at all.

The old trees along the road fell down one after another, and a wide road appeared in the rain forest.

The green light on the greenskin was abnormally eye-catching. Lynch took advantage of the situation to counterattack, but was easily bounced away by the green light.

A reckless half-demon appeared on the east side, seemingly preparing to cross the land that had been tormented by the two champions.

Perhaps he was intimidated and ended up stopping behind the two champions.

Just a moment's pause brought him to his end.

The hungry and thirsty greenskin warrior barely found stability from inertia. He roared, gasped heavily, and raised his arms high.

"Go brother, kick him!"

Amid the orc general's roar, a sturdy green giant, towering over the greenskin general, appeared above him.

Lin Qi suddenly felt something was wrong, because the giant slowly raised his foot, and his foot actually covered an area of ​​three miles in radius.

Orc Warlords are also in this range.

The big foot landed on the ground at lightning speed. The earth shook three times, and a piece of open space appeared in the rainforest.

The plants and the ratmen and greenskins who were unfortunately affected were turned into meat paste in an instant.

The half-demon died silently under the giant foot before he could escape.

The loud bang caused the fleeing rat tide and the pursuing green tide to pause slightly. The rat warlocks who were fighting with Teclis looked towards the northwest in shock and fear.

This time they saw clearly that the caster was just a greenskin, not a group of shamans as they had expected.

Why is there such a powerful spellcaster in the Green Tide? The battle lasted for half the night, why did it only cast two spells?

Gel Big Muscle was unaware of the ratman warlocks' doubts and was trampled into the ground by his own magic.

The orc warlord struggled to break free from the earth's constraints and pulled himself out of the soil bit by bit.

The terrifying force was exerted to the fullest, and by the time Lynch, who took the opportunity to turn around and fight back, approached, the orc general had already been successfully unearthed.

Gel. The Big Muscle looked at the Lizard Man fiercely and puzzledly. He didn't understand why the Lizard Man was unharmed while others were stepped on.

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Seeing that the opportunity was lost, Lynch decisively turned around and left, and once again attacked the Nurgle warlock who kept calling out disease.

For some reason, the green light on the greenskin warrior dimmed a little.

The greenskins gathered in greater and greater numbers, for war was calling them.

Compared with the bloated green tide, the dead greenskins are just a drop in the bucket.

The green tide dispersed in three directions, and few greenskins knew who they were fighting. These orcs who were "waagh" didn't care about the so-called intelligence.

Nurgle's spell made the gathering green fade a little, but the green tide that stretched for dozens of miles made fighting behind the green tide a luxury.

Only the shiny scaly thing at the beginning made the greenskins behind feel the enthusiasm of fighting. Most of the time, they were just marching blindly.

No matter how fierce the fighting is in the front, it has nothing to do with the greenskins in the back who are trying hard to keep up with the green tide.

The figure that the greenskins were looking forward to rushed back to the front, and no one knew where he was going.

The orcs screamed and tried to listen to the sounds of fighting ahead, and marched faster.

But the green tide was advancing smoothly, and the fragile rat tide collapsed at the first touch. The green tide was just chasing.

Even if a powerful person in a small area gains the upper hand with superior strength, it cannot affect the situation on the entire battlefield.

An orc warrior who has condensed "waagh" is not an easy person to deal with. Everyone who has tried to behead him knows how ridiculous the delusion of "beheading" is.

After being selected as the core by the "waagh", the orc warriors even dared to give the gods a hammer. If there are enough greenskins, they can fight with the bloodthirsty demons for several days.

All that was left for the greenskins behind the green tide were the devastated post-war ruins.

The bodies of the ratmen were either destroyed by spells or eaten cleanly by the greenskins passing by, leaving not even a trace for the greenskins behind.

The greenskins, hungry, thirsty, and unable to satisfy their desire for battle, gradually lost their spirit.

So, an orc boy who was tired of running just sat down on the ground and prepared to take a rest.

This was like a signal, and more and more orcs lay down on the ground and found a cool place to sleep.

Anyway, no matter how passionate the battle is, it has nothing to do with them!

(End of this chapter)