The eyes of the three parties were all focused on the steep cliff, where a big green pig knight charged towards the city wall. This scene looked quite funny.

It's like the children's drawings of some ignorant child reflected in reality.

But those with magical vision did not pay attention to the comedy of the scene, but focused on the actions on the top of the pyramid.

Waaagh! The energy is concentrated in the pig knight, and the belief that he must win makes this big orc really seem to have the ability to rewrite reality.

Perhaps as long as all the greenskins think so, the beliefs of other greenskins can help this warband leader smash the fortress that has caused losses to both humans and lizardmen.

The magic turret finally started bombarding the Pig Knight.

The blue-black magic group struck at the pig, which was nearly two meters tall.

The fat pig grunted and tried to run away, but was stabbed hard in the butt by its owner and was unable to continue charging forward.

The war gang boss roared.

"Boys! Come to me!"

Immediately, he and his war pig were hit by a blue-black energy group.

The thing showed strong corrosiveness. The green skin's vitality barely saved the life of the war gang boss, but his pig could not escape the disaster and died as soon as its head tilted.

Amo fell to the ground, his mind confused, but he still remembered to take his soul-killing ax to kill the flaming skull.

"Waaagh!"

A fanatical roar rang in his ears.

A large number of big guys with machetes raised rushed forward on foot.

The blue-black light ball hit them and immediately took away a dozen big guys, but this did not make them retreat. The big guys reorganized their formation during the charge.

They divided into skirmish formations in front of the fort made of black stone, and crouched low, as if they were born knowing how to avoid the damage of this weapon to the greatest extent.

But the cyan light groups continued to shoot, and the rate of fire exceeded the greenskins' cognition.

After once again sacrificing two teams of big guys and twenty-four big guys in an instant, the greenskins finally figured out, or in other words, found a countermeasure to the fort through the goblin ladder on the edge of the cliff.

Come up - it's decorated with a lot of fangs, and it looks like Waaagh!'s trebuchet.

Standing on the trebuchet, a large number of goblins were wearing nothing. Amidst the joyous laughter of the orcs, these goblins saluted the funny military salute and flew out like arrows.

After going through the stage of confusion and tears in the air, it hit the magic turret made of black stone with a squeak, dyeing it bright red.

The green aura became more and more obvious in the air. For unknown reasons, the turrets on the city wall were firing slower and slower, and the greenskins began to excitedly let more goblins in.

Fly into the sky and have close contact with the enemy's turrets at zero distance or even negative distance.

Soon, these turrets seemed to have been destroyed and no longer fired.

The green-skinned orc infantry below took advantage of this opportunity.

That was the biggest big guy, bigger and greener than his boss. The boys below all guessed that this bigger big guy would soon replace him.

There is no Waaagh! chop on him. Amo previously believed that this guy is not a threat for the time being.

However, under the pair of steel claws on both fists, the black city wall is constantly being shattered. If someone with magic vision comes to watch, they can see an obvious green aura under his green eyes.

Shining on his arms.

Despite this, Amo has no time to engage in the classic green-skinned civil strife. The real enemy, at least at this stage, is only one, the flaming skeleton suspended in mid-air.

Continue to rush forward and swing the soul-killing ax in your hand vigorously,

But after the city wall was completely destroyed due to the efforts of many greenskins, the real hell appeared in front of the greenskins.

Perhaps they learned the lesson from the last time, when the greenskins used magic to collapse a layer of the city wall, they could directly enter the core area of ​​Nagashzar. What appeared in front of Amo was a large section of houses in the city.

The walls of the district are connected together by the new city wall.

Among these new walls, densely packed magic turrets appeared.

Their green and black light shines, as if they are ready to swallow the prey that falls into the trap.

The leader of the war gang, Amo, only had time to withdraw himself. A large number of greenskins behind him who had poured into the city were swallowed up by the green and black storm. A lot of souls belonging to Brother Mao quickly disappeared in the corrosive

In the blue smoke.

"Sure enough, the greenskins can't hold on any longer. Get ready for bombardment. We must support the greenskins."

Esky greeted the Zambi team and the technical troops he had newly transferred from the underground Skry clan, and played with all the cannons pulled out.

48 12-pound guns, this is the firepower configuration of an entire artillery brigade, but the great engineer warlock still thinks it is not enough.

The opponent is Nagash. From Eski's point of view, no matter how much firepower is mobilized, it is still not enough. Perhaps only the macro cannon and light spear of the space battleship can make him feel at ease a little - the latter light spear is real

appeared, but the right to use them was in the hands of the lizard man, which could not bring him a sense of security at all

If it weren't for the Zambi team, plus all the cultural rats that could serve as gunners in the entire remaining Skry clan stronghold, and they could only come up with this small establishment, Eski would really like to have a few more artillery brigades.

To cheer up Nagash.

Time passed by minute by second. Starting from the order given by the engineering warlock, a group of clan rats hurriedly dragged the cannon to the designated location, pointed it in the designated direction and loaded the cannonballs.

The engineering warlocks standing next to these big guys kept counting, and artillery fire was about to roar in the position, but Eski was still very nervous. Even from such a long distance, Nagash would most likely be able to find this place.
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If Nagash retaliates, the consequences will be disastrous.

Just as he was thinking about it, a new recruit from among skilled workers walked up to Eski and raised a question.

"Engineer, I read what the instructions say. We must move the launch site two kilometers forward. Otherwise, our range will not be able to reach the fortress."

"I wrote this instruction manual."

Eski glared at him angrily and said.

"That range is calculated when a 12-pound smoothbore gun shoots at small targets, about nine hundred meters, but the target we have to deal with is a large fortress."

With that said, the great engineering warlock opened the solid ammunition storage box on the side, rubbed a rune on it, and said.

"And unlike those artillery shells supplied to ordinary clans, I have engraved protection against air resistance on all the artillery shells, so even on a position of more than two kilometers, they still have quite strong lethality."<

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The clan rat lowered his head, and when Eski wasn't paying attention, he quickly left his position, as if he was ashamed to see people, and the next moment he completely integrated into the surrounding environment.

Esky shrugged, lowered his head and continued to do what he should do.

Soon, on a military digital paper map, a topographic map drawn entirely from Eski's own memory, several areas that needed to be bombarded were marked.

After measuring it with a ruler, Eski immediately shouted orders to the surrounding artillerymen.

"Bearing 97.5, scale 850, prepare for bombardment."

"According to the calculation on the radiometer, we should raise its scale to 814."

A blind scribe came to a conclusion after precise calculations, but only got a whip from a white scaly tail on the ground near him.

Eski said with satisfaction when he saw that the dust stirred up by his tail frightened his subordinates, and the milky white liquid exuding fear was flowing out from the scent glands on his chest.

"That fire table was made by me, and it's not accurate at all. If it is adjusted to 950, its shells will be scattered at any point within fifty to one hundred meters near the fort."

After saying that, he continued to talk to the artillerymen.

"After adjusting to the correct scale, each gun fires three rounds and then stops."

The roar of artillery fire started just ten seconds later. As fire and thick white smoke continued to pour out of the muzzle, one shot after another, and even disorderly shells fired side by side screamed in the air towards Nagash.

Zar flew away.

These shells, just as Esky said, after flying a distance of three kilometers, they still maintained a speed that was not much different from when they set out.

Perhaps due to the effect of the runes, they took on a little light green on their trajectory after leaving the barrel, as if the dimensional stone powder in the runes on the surface had fallen off.

The black shadow with green smoke hit the black stone city wall, and immediately made a huge roar. A large amount of smoke and debris exploded at the impact point. Some unlucky greenskins were even hit by these shells.

, dragging his seriously injured body that was bound to die, wailing desperately.

Behind them, at Skaven's launch position, Eski also wailed.

Just now, he saw a green explosion appear on the preset position. He immediately stopped the bombardment and checked the shells placed beside each gunner.

When the inspection was over, the engineering warlock's tail actually slapped the eight gunners who were kneeling on the ground. In the spot inspection just now, it was these two gun groups that had the damned gun mounts placed on them.

Flowering bomb.

"Who told you to use blooming bullets! Solid bullets don't matter, save the blooming bullets for me! No! Don't shoot without an order!"

Esky's tone gradually became heavier, and under the influence of chaotic energy, he became more and more oppressive towards these subordinates.

"Do you know how much this shell costs? One shell is enough for you to buy a healthy and strong slave rat, and three shells are enough for you to buy a storm slave rat!"

At this time, a clan rat wearing goggles suddenly lowered his head and counted, and then said.

"If the cost of this kind of artillery shells is so expensive, a warpstone bomb with more warpstones will definitely consume more cost. Then 300,000 warpstone bombs, wouldn't it..."

Eski's tail immediately slapped him on the back, and the engineer warlock even went up and kicked him, saying.

"Shut up."

Then, the engineer warlock spoke to the remaining artillerymen.
To be continued...