In the dense forest at the edge of the Forest of Gloom, a green torrent suddenly erupted! Over eight hundred greenskins no longer concealed their tracks, charging towards the beastmen Centaurs' auxiliary camp like runaway mad bulls.
The Orc Boyz carried iron axes, roaring as they crushed the fallen branches and leaves on the ground; the hobgoblin spearmen held long spears, their short legs churning rapidly, shouting, "Grab things! Cut down beasts!"; the night hobgoblins rode Death Crawlers, weaving through the sides of the formation, their poisoned arrows already nocked; even the goblin clutched wooden sticks, following at the very rear, their small faces filled with excitement—they could finally start fighting!
Kurzadh ran at the very front of the formation, his black leather armor flapping in the wind, and with a wave of his bone staff, he shouted, "Hurry! Don't let those Long-Haired Monsters escape!" Furball followed beside him, his green fur running swiftly, occasionally baring his teeth towards the camp ahead, letting out fierce "woof woof" growls.
The beastmen Centaurs in the auxiliary camp finally reacted.
Those beastmen Centaurs who had been leaning against tree trunks, observing the battle on the city walls, suddenly perked up their ears, their goat heads turning towards the direction from which the greenskins were charging.
The leading beastmen Centaur was one-eyed, with human intestines wrapped around its bull horns. Seeing the overwhelming tide of greenskins , it immediately let out a sharp howl: "Enemy attack! Prepare for battle!"
The Angor beasts around the camp immediately gripped their long spears and charged towards the greenskins ; the Gor beasts, meanwhile, flipped over (the horse body part of the beastmen Centaurs), nocked arrows, and aimed their arrowheads at the charging greenskins .
In a short moment, over a hundred beastmen formed a makeshift defensive line—Angor beasts in front, Gor beasts shooting arrows from the rear, and beastmen Centaurs, riding their horse bodies, pacing back and forth on both sides of the line, ready to charge at any moment.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"
The Gor beasts' arrow rain was the first to fly, whistling through the air towards the greenskins .
Several of the fastest hobgoblin spearmen were unable to dodge and were struck in the back by arrows, falling to the ground with screams.
But the greenskins paid no mind; the Orc Boyz even stepped over their comrades' corpses to continue charging forward, their roars growing louder and louder.
"Hahaha! Finally, something new to play with!" Kurzadh grinned, abruptly stopping and shouting back, "Bring out the gear! Let these Long-Haired Monsters see the might of the Blackrock Clan!"
Following his roar, hundreds of Orc Boyz suddenly stopped and unloaded heavy wicker baskets from their backs—these baskets were woven from vines, covered with cloth, and no one knew what was inside them until now.
At this moment, they suddenly ripped off the cloth and overturned the baskets onto the ground!
"Grrr—!"
Round, fleshy lumps rolled out of the baskets! They were goblins! These goblins were as big as dogs, covered in dark red short fur, their gaping maws full of dagger-like teeth, their two short legs churning like wheels, their eyes blazing red, and upon seeing the beastmen ahead, they immediately let out "squeak squeak" roars.
"Bite them to death!" Kurzadh waved his hand.
Hundreds of goblins instantly charged towards the Angor beasts! They ran incredibly fast, like a group of red Furballs, directly darting between the Angor beasts' legs.
The Angor beasts raised their long spears, trying to stab the goblins, but they simply couldn't keep up with their speed—the goblins leaped up, biting fiercely at the Angor beasts' shins, their sharp teeth instantly piercing through their flesh, and dark green blood splattered out.
"Ow!" An Angor beast, whose leg was simultaneously bitten by three goblins, screamed in pain, dropping its long spear to the ground. As it tried to bend down to grab it, a squig charging from behind bit its throat.
It twitched and fell to the ground, quickly being devoured by the goblins.
The Angor beasts' defensive line was instantly thrown into disarray! Their once orderly formation was scattered by the charging goblins; some were busy kicking away the goblins at their legs, while others, wounded by squig bites, fled frantically, completely unable to resist the greenskin charge.
"Now! Charge!"
Bone Tree's roar rang out.
He carried a great axe taller than he was, followed by fifty Orc Boyz clad in iron armor—these were all veterans of the Blackrock Clan, wearing iron breastplates they had forged, and wielding gleaming iron axes and cleavers.
They formed a wedge formation, with Bone Tree at the very front, like a sharp iron spike, directly piercing into the chaotic Angor beast defensive line!
"Crunch!"
Bone Tree's axe split an Angor beast's head, its skull instantly shattering, and dark green brain matter splattered all over his face.
He didn't even wipe it off, continuing to charge forward, his iron axe sweeping horizontally, cutting down two more Angor beasts trying to flee.
The Orc Boyz behind him followed, their iron axes swinging with fierce power; the Angor beasts were no match, falling one by one into pools of blood, their screams incessant.
On the other side, the hobgoblin archers finally rushed within firing range.
They lay on the ground, shooting arrows at the Gor beasts in the center of the camp—though the hobgoblins' archery wasn't as precise as the Gor beasts', they had strength in numbers! Hundreds of arrows shot out simultaneously, like a black cloud, covering the Gor beasts' heads.
The Gor beasts hastily raised their wooden shields to block, but the shields were riddled with arrows like hedgehogs, some even pierced through, striking the Gor beasts behind them.
"Damn greenskins !" the one-eyed beastmen Centaur roared, brandishing its long-handled battle-axe and shouting at the Gor beasts beside it, "Don't exchange fire with them! Flank them!"
The beastmen Centaurs immediately reacted.
Riding their horse bodies, they turned around and galloped towards the greenskins' flank—these half-human, half-horse chaotic creations ran incredibly fast; on the flat grassland, their speed was even greater than that of the Death Crawlers.
As they ran, they turned back to shoot arrows, precisely hitting the hobgoblin archers, and several more hobgoblins fell to the ground.
This was kite tactics!
"Damn it! These Long-Haired Monsters run really fast!" Kurzadh cursed.
He quickly realized the problem—the night hobgoblins' Death Crawlers could chase the beastmen Centaurs in the dense forest, but on this flat grassland, they simply couldn't outrun them.
The beastmen Centaurs were like a swarm of agile flies, circling the greenskins' flank, shooting arrows and then fleeing, never engaging directly, suppressing the hobgoblin archers who couldn't lift their heads.
"Scarface! Bring the spearmen! Form a double wall formation!" Kurzadh immediately shouted.
Scarface, who was leading over a hundred hobgoblin spearmen, intending to rush to support the Orc Boyz, immediately stopped upon hearing this and shouted at the spearmen: "Quick! Fifty on the left! Fifty on the right! Raise your spears! Block those Long-Haired Monsters!"
Though somewhat flustered, the hobgoblin spearmen obediently split into two teams, standing on the left and right flanks of the greenskin formation, raising their long spears diagonally, spear points outward, forming two dense walls of spears.
This simple double wall formation was perfect for countering cavalry charges—if the beastmen Centaurs dared to charge, they would be impaled by the spear points.
Indeed, the one-eyed beastmen Centaur stopped in its tracks when it saw the greenskins' spear walls.
It knew that kiting was useless now; the greenskin spearmen had already blocked the flanks, and the Angor beast front line was on the verge of collapse.
It hesitated for a moment, looking at the Gor beasts being slaughtered by the Orc Boyz in the distance, then finally gritted its teeth and shouted at the beastmen Centaurs around it: "Retreat! To the main army!"
The beastmen Centaurs immediately turned around and galloped towards the beastmen Centaurs' main army.
They ran incredibly fast, quickly disappearing into the night.
Kurzadh watched their retreating figures, feeling a bit of regret, but also knowing they couldn't be caught—without cavalry, it was impossible to catch beastmen Centaurs on the plains.
"Forget it! Let's deal with these guys first!" Kurzadh waved his bone staff and charged towards the center of the camp.
By this time, the Gor beasts and Angor beasts in the center of the camp were on the verge of collapse.
The Orc Boyz swung their iron axes like chopping vegetables, cutting down beastmen one by one; the goblins continued to gnaw on the fallen beastmen, dark green blood and shredded flesh splattering across the camp; the hobgoblin archers also finally lifted their heads, shooting arrows at the remaining beastmen.
"Surrender! Surrender!" A Gor beast, terrified, dropped its bow and arrows and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.
But the Orc Boyz ignored him; one swing of an axe, and his head was severed.
greenskins never accepted surrender in battle; it was either kill the opponent or be killed by them.
In less than a quarter of an hour, all the beastmen in the auxiliary camp were annihilated.
The ground was littered with beastmen corpses, some hacked in half, others gnawed to bones by goblins. Dark green blood pooled into streams on the grassland, emitting a nauseating stench.
The Orc Boyz raised their iron axes, letting out a "WAAAGH!" cheer; the hobgoblins began searching the beastmen corpses, stuffing valuables into their bosoms—some found a few gold coins, some picked up rusty iron swords, and some even pulled off the beastmen's bull horns, intending to take them back to the tribe as trophies.
The night hobgoblins, riding spiders, patrolled around the camp, preventing any stragglers from escaping; the goblin followed behind, beginning to collect the spoils of war—their task was to carry back all useful items, whether weapons, armor, or beastmen corpses (food for the goblins).
Kurzadh stood by the campfire in the center of the camp, watching the cheering greenskins , a smile playing on his lips.
He cleared his throat and shouted at the greenskins : "Quiet down, all of you!"
The greenskins immediately stopped cheering, all looking at Kurzadh—the boss was about to speak!
Kurzadh walked to a small mound, his bone staff pointing towards the beastmen main army in the distance, his voice loud and carrying the characteristic roughness of greenskins : "Those Long-Haired Monsters just now, they weren't tough enough to cut! Our Blackrock Clan veterans can cleave them in half with iron axes!"
The greenskins joined in the laughter, the Orc Boyz raising their iron axes, looking smug.
"Now! The auxiliary army has been wiped out by us! Next, it's time to cut down the Long-Haired Monsters of the main army!" Kurzadh's voice grew louder, "There are stronger Long-Haired Monsters in the main army! Better weapons! And more loot! We're going to kill them all! Plunder all their stuff! Let all of Katushir know that the Blackrock Clan greenskins are the best fighters!"
"WAAAGH!!"
The greenskins instantly erupted! The Orc Boyz raised their iron axes, wildly brandishing them, their shouts shaking the leaves off the trees around the camp; the hobgoblins jumped and shouted, "Grab stuff! Cut down Long-Haired Monsters!"; the night hobgoblins, riding spiders, circled the campfire, the feathers on their poisoned arrows gleaming; even the goblin raised their wooden sticks, shouting "WAAAGH!" along with them, their small faces full of excitement.
"Very good!" Kurzadh nodded with satisfaction, waving his bone staff, "Scarface! Have the goblin collect the spoils! Everyone else! Follow me! To cut down the Long-Haired Monsters of the main army!"
"Yes, boss!" Scarface immediately responded, shouting at the goblin, "Hurry! Carry all the valuable stuff! Don't leave anything behind!" The goblin quickly sprang into action, some carrying iron swords, some dragging beastmen corpses, and some even picking up the copper pot by the campfire—in the eyes of greenskins , anything that could be carried was loot.
Kurzadh led the Orc Boyz, hobgoblin spearmen, and night hobgoblins, charging towards the beastmen main army.
Under the moonlight, the green torrent surged again, iron axes glinting in the moonlight, roars and war songs intertwined, like an unstoppable plague, rushing towards the main army camp not far away.
No one noticed that behind the greenskins , the goblin were struggling to keep up, laden with spoils.
One goblin, holding a copper pot, accidentally tripped, and the copper pot fell to the ground with a "clank."
He quickly got up, clutching the copper pot, afraid of being left behind by his comrades—these spoils were the only benefits they would get.
Meanwhile, on the city walls of Katushir, the battle continued.
Caelesal, riding her warhorse, had just cut down a Bull Warrior when she suddenly heard a familiar roar from afar—it was the sound of greenskins ! She paused, looking up towards the forest, vaguely seeing a green torrent moving towards the beastmen main army.
"What…was that?" Caelesal frowned, her heart filled with doubt.
And in the Sword Tower, Antonio also heard the distant roar.
He suddenly stood up, a long-lost smile appearing on his face—Kurzadh had finally arrived!
Under the Raven Feather banner in the beastmen main army camp, U paced anxiously.
He had already received news of the auxiliary army being attacked, but he hadn't expected the attackers to be greenskins ! How could these barbaric greenskins suddenly appear here? He looked at the green torrent charging from afar, a flicker of panic in his scarlet compound eyes—the main army had less than two hundred old and weak left, completely unable to stop so many greenskins !
What was going on?! Since when did greenskins ally with humans?
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
It was so close!