Chapter 368 The Long Night (Part 9)
Steel and iron broke the gloom brought by the undead, and the sound of chain guns lit up the darkness.
The humiliated ones go one step ahead to die, restoring peace to the undead spirits aroused by the enraged vampire.
The Dwarven host that was supposed to have headed north returned south, for Sigmar had made a covenant with them.
The King of Karak Kadrin must keep his oath, as he always does.
King Agrim's duty is to have Karak Kadrin stand tall in the World's Edge Mountains, to block the greenskins and minions of Chaos east of the World's Edge Mountains, and to prevent the enemies of the Dwarves from entering human territory. This was the agreement made between humans and dwarves 2,321 years ago.
Perhaps humans will forget this oath, but the mountains will never learn to forget, and it will stand there.
As long as the Empire stood, Agrim was to swear to protect it.
The king should have continued to watch in Butcher's Castle, guarding against the countless green pests, but now he had to go down the mountain and come to the human land.
Just as the fate that befell Kislev twenty years ago, the dwarves must support the humans. They depend on each other, and no one can fall into the darkness first.
Dwarf warriors from all over the mountains formed a shield formation and firmly defended the artillery in the center of the position.
The rune master of Ironforge used the Anvil of Doom to shatter the vampire's magic. As the earth cracked and healed, large numbers of undead disappeared into the magma.
But the number of undead is as vast as the sea of smoke. Even if we don't count the demons summoned by the vampire, the zombies and skeletons alone are enough to exhaust the dwarves' energy.
The human knights cut through the ranks of the dead, but even when they stepped on the corpses and rushed to the other side of the river, they only found themselves surrounded.
The fallen corpses soon rise again - even if they do not return from death again, the remaining undead will be enough to overwhelm dwarves and humans alike.
The angry king looked for the leader of the vampires, but his curses and invitations to duel received no response, and the vampires refused to give up their more advantageous fighting style.
Gunpowder cleansed the earth again and again. If we only look at the present, victory is certainly leaning towards the dwarves.
But gunpowder is limited, but the undead are infinite.
Even dying in battle would not make Agrim retreat. His only worry was that he would not be able to return to Karak Kadrin in time. This would give the greenskins and Chaos warbands on the other side of the mountain the opportunity to invade human territory along the mountain road, putting all the warriors present under attack from both sides.
In fact, the newly stood up undead had surrounded the dwarves with their numbers, but the strong shields made of meteorite iron blocked them.
After sending the king to the front line, the monster that made the vampires extremely vigilant slid back into the dwarf army as nimbly as a fish, shaking the night sky with its roar from time to time, diverting the attention of the vampires.
Other than that, it seemed to do nothing, but no vampire dared to ignore a behemoth they had never seen before. They had to find a way to deal with the dwarves' strange war beasts, which might be a threat no less than rune magic.
In Baker Harbor, Cimili had forgotten how many beastmen he had killed with his sword, nor did he know how many times his swordsman group had repelled the beastmen's attacks. The dark clouds covered everything, and he could not judge the time.
His hands were covered with blisters from constantly swinging the sword, and the unbearable pain in his legs reminded the sword master standing by the river that he should rest, as he was exhausted.
After all, humans are not an ancient race. They do not have the tenacity of dwarves, nor the endurance and agility of elves.
The ogre tribe hired by the vampires bombarded the nearby city with their artillery. Although the gunners in the city tried their best to regroup from the sudden attack, their counterattacks failed to stop the ogre's bombardment.
Being attacked from all sides put every soldier in the port under great pressure. Fortunately, those rat-like beastmen suddenly fled back underground in groups, and they did not show up again until the legion led by Talabek came along the streets of the city to support the port.
However, the beastmen's attack on the river suddenly became fierce, and the driven trolls and amphibious mutants almost broke through the riverside defense line.
Some of the great horned beasts, clad in brass, had sneaked to the river in small boats, and their landing was the final blow to the defenders.
They easily knocked armored warriors off their feet, and halberds and strong shields were no match for their charge.
They roared the name of "Blood God Khorne" and slaughtered the defenders who came one after another as if they were eating or drinking water.
Wounds cannot make them frown, and gunshot wounds deep enough to see the bone cannot stop them from killing.
They are even reluctant to dodge guns and swords, perhaps because dodging would hinder their killing efficiency.
The Minotaur that came ashore shortly after that crushed a trail of blood with even more bloody violence. Skilled swordsmen dragged their tired bodies, trying to stop these monsters that were as tall as two people.
But violence crushed their resistance.
Grimm Cragbrow followed closely behind the Green Tide. He wanted to warn the dwarf cities in the north, but it was impossible for him to cross the Green Tide.
These greenskins are moving too hastily, which is very strange. The orc generals should be more inclined to plunder a certain place until there is no grass left and then move on, rather than marching northward in a forced march.
But the areas they passed through also turned into a den of ghosts, except that there were a few fewer dung stone statues than in the area where the greenskins lived.
Wherever the greenskins passed, only a pile of debris was left. The ruins of mankind in the wasteland had lost their last civilized significance, leaving only a pile of rotten tiles.
The only good news is that the vampires entrenched here also went to see Gazul.
Further north is Haimen Pass. I just hope that the wandering dwarves near the city-state can discover this army in advance. Unless they are all blind, even an idiot should be able to see the endless green.
Judging from their movements, they are probably heading north and entering the Empire directly through the Blackfire Pass.
This is such a fucking discovery. Grimm doesn't want to return to Haimen Pass only to see ruins.
His human friends are probably in danger.
Louis de Miner, who looked like a mercenary, and the soldiers who also responded to the emperor's call, decisively launched a counterattack after repelling another attack by the undead.
Nearly half of the makeshift fortress camp had fallen. If it weren't for the emperor's bravery in killing the enemy and inspiring all the survivors, the soldiers would probably have been fleeing by now.
No vampire can stand in front of the emperor of the empire. Wherever his griffin and hammer pass, they always leave behind a field of corpses returning to peace.
But he was only one person and he couldn't stop all the skeletons.
The vampire Count who had been using words to bewitch everyone from time to time had been slow to respond to the invitation to the championship duel. Anyone could see that it was not for the so-called etiquette between the monarch and his subjects, but because he just didn't want to die in vain under the hammer again.
(End of this chapter)
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