A green torrent swept across the plains, heading straight for the beastmen's central camp.
The battle cries of the Blackrock Clan pierced the night, iron axes and long spears gleamed coldly under the moonlight, and even the ground trembled slightly from the heavy footsteps of the greenskins .
The large Raven Feather banner in the center of the camp shook violently, the Chaos symbols on the black flag twisting in the bonfire light, resembling a gaping, ghostly smile.
U suddenly turned, his scarlet compound eyes fixed intently on the charging greenskins .
Although he was surprised by the sudden appearance of these savage creatures, he did not lose his composure—Chaos had granted him not only raven wings and strength but also the wisdom to calmly strategize even in desperate situations.
"Wasaga!" His hoarse roar pierced the din, his voice carrying an undeniable command, "Take your Bull Warriors, and everyone else who can fight, and stop these greenskins outside the camp! Stop them even if you die!"
The tent on the west side of the camp was violently ripped open, and a towering figure, half a head taller than a typical Bull Warrior, rushed out.
Wasaga's grayish-brown fur was covered in heavy bronze armor plates. Dried dark red blood scabs clung to the gaps between the plates, and his pair of curved horns were polished bright, with two broken segments of human longswords embedded in the tips.
As the personal guard commander selected by U from among three hundred Bull Warriors—a Bull Champion chosen from the Bull Warriors—his massive axe weighed twice as much as his comrades'. Its blade was inscribed with Chaos runes, and every chop tore through the air.
"At your command, Commander!" Wasaga rumbled in response, slamming his enormous axe onto the ground. "Bull Warriors! Charge with me! Chop these greenskin wretches to death!"
Fifty armored Bull Warriors immediately charged out of the formation, their iron hooves thundering against the ground; a hundred Ungor followed behind, howling and wielding rusty iron axes; fifty Great Horned beasts carried thick wooden shields, forming a temporary defensive line that slowly advanced toward the greenskins .
In just a few moments, an elite force of over two hundred beastmen stood blocking the central camp, like a moving black wall.
"Kill!" Bone Tree's roar was the first to sound.
He carried his massive axe, followed by a hundred Orc Boyz, charging straight into the beastmen's defensive line like a sharp iron spike.
The Great Horned beasts in the front row raised their wooden shields, trying to withstand the impact, but Bone Tree's axe struck the shield face—the bronze axe blade collided with the wooden shield, producing a harsh cracking sound. A deep gouge instantly split the wooden shield, and the Great Horned beast behind it was forced back repeatedly.
"I'll chop you down!" A Bull Warrior roared, sweeping his massive axe horizontally toward Bone Tree.
Bone Tree dodged sideways; the axe blade scraped against his iron armor, sending up a shower of sparks.
He took the opportunity to swing his axe backhanded, striking the Bull Warrior's knee—the bronze armor plate shattered instantly, and dark green blood sprayed out. The Bull Warrior screamed and fell to his knees. Bone Tree followed up with another chop, severing his head directly.
Scarface led the hobgoblin spearmen in a flanking maneuver. Their long spears, like dense venomous snakes, thrust toward the throats of the Ungor.
Although the Ungor were fierce, they could not withstand the concentrated thrusts of the spears, falling one by one to become souls claimed by the greenskins' axes.
The hobgoblin archers scattered around the battlefield, lying prone on the ground, firing arrows frantically at the beastmen. Although their archery was not precise, they excelled at ambush, and occasionally a Bull Warrior would be struck in the eye by a cold arrow, collapsing with a scream.
But the might of the Bull Warriors far exceeded the greenskins' expectations.
One Bull Warrior was surrounded by five Orc Boyz. He swung his massive axe, chopping left and right. The iron axes of the Orc Boyz were sent flying, and two unfortunate orcs were even cleaved in half by his huge axe.
He endured seven or eight wounds on his body and continued to roar and charge until he was simultaneously pierced through the chest by three hobgoblin long spears, finally crashing to the ground.
"These Long-Haired Monsters are tough!" Bone Tree wiped the blood from his face and shouted toward Kurzadh in the distance, "Boss! We need a way to take out these Bulls!"
Kurzadh stood on the edge of the battlefield, his brows tightly furrowed.
The battle was indeed turning into a stalemate—the heavy armor and strength of the Bull Warriors created an overwhelming advantage. Although the greenskins were numerous, they could only rely on sheer numbers for slow attrition. If this continued until the beastmen's forces from the front lines returned, they would be in trouble.
His eyes narrowed, and he slowly raised the mottled bone staff in his right hand—this was the "Old Rotted tooth 's Staff" rewarded by the system. The dark brown bone was covered in greenskin Shaman runes, and holding it, he could clearly feel a warm magical energy flowing.
"I practice both magic and martial arts!" Kurzadh growled, his fingertip tracing the runes on the staff.
Greenskin Shaman magic never sought refinement, only brutal directness. He mobilized the WAAAGH! energy within his body and poured it into the bone staff.
"Magic: Itching Assault!"
A strange green light suddenly flashed at the tip of the bone staff. The green light spread into a cloud of pale green mist, which drifted with the wind toward the fighting beastmen.
The mist settled on the beastmen, instantly merging into their fur. The Bull Warrior who had been chopping at the Orc Boyz suddenly stopped, frantically reaching to scratch his own back, a look of agony on his face; the Ungor scratched their necks wildly; some even used their iron axes to scrape their own skin, carving out bloody gashes; the Great Horned beasts dropped their wooden shields and clawed at their bodies, and the defensive line instantly broke open.
"Chop them down!" Bone Tree seized the opportunity and charged forward, shouting.
The Orc Boyz took advantage of the situation, leaping onto the disorganized beastmen and slamming their iron axes into their unprotected backs.
A Bull Warrior was clutching his neck when two Orc Boyz simultaneously chopped his knees. He crashed to his knees and was immediately hacked to pieces by multiple axes.
U watched from the center of the camp, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull.
He had not expected these greenskins to have a Shaman, and such strange magic at that.
"Damn greenskins !" He violently unfurled the raven wings on his back. The black feathers flapped in the night wind, bringing a blast of putrid cold air.
He flew into the air, forming Chaos runes with his hands. Black mist surged from his palms, condensing into a swirling dark cloud above his head.
"Chaos Magic: Flock of Ravens!"
U's roar carried Chaos energy, and thousands of black ravens immediately flew out of the dark cloud. These ravens, formed from black mist, had sharp beaks and claws that gleamed coldly, emitting harsh, mournful cries as they swooped toward the greenskins
"Look out!" Kurzadh shouted.
But it was too late. The flock of ravens, like a black tide, descended upon the greenskins .
Sharp beaks pecked through the hobgoblins' scalps, and claws ripped the flesh of the Orc Boyz. The greenskins instantly fell into disarray. Some swung their iron axes to drive away the ravens, while others clutched their heads and fled.
Kurzadh gritted his teeth, raised the bone staff again, and mobilized the remaining WAAAGH! energy within him: "Magic: squig Frenzy!"
The squig that were gnawing on the beastmen corpses suddenly lifted their heads, their eyes turning blood red, and they let out frantic "Squeaking" roars.
They rushed toward the flock of ravens like mad creatures, opening their gaping maws and swallowing the ravens one by one.
The ravens formed of black mist instantly dissipated after being swallowed by the squig, but the sheer number of ravens was too great, and the squig were quickly overwhelmed by the flock.
In this magical confrontation, neither side gained an advantage.
The greenskins had their formation disrupted by the flock of ravens, while the beastmen were tormented by the itching magic and lost their combat effectiveness. The battlefield once again fell into a deadlock.
Meanwhile, on the edge of the dense forest on the eastern flank of the battlefield, Keziaz was maneuvering the night hobgoblins against a squad of Great Horned beasts.
These Great Horned beasts were originally responsible for guarding the camp's flank but had been lured into the dense forest by the night hobgoblins.
The night hobgoblins rode their Death Crawlers, weaving flexibly between the trees, occasionally firing a poisoned arrow.
The Great Horned beasts, being unintelligent, were run around in circles by the night hobgoblins. Even though they saw the enemy right in front of them, they couldn't catch up, and they howled in frustration.
"Watch this!" Keziaz, riding the largest Death Crawler, suddenly stopped and shot an arrow toward the sky.
His archery was second to none among the night hobgoblins. The poisoned arrow whistled through the air, flying straight toward U in the sky.
U was controlling the flock of ravens when he suddenly felt a murderous intent approaching.
He violently twisted sideways. The poisoned arrow grazed his raven wing and flew into a nearby tent. With a loud "Boom," the tent was ignited by the flame triggered by the poisoned arrow.
U broke out in a cold sweat, his scarlet compound eyes fixed on Keziaz in the dense forest. Daring not to remain airborne, he violently flapped his raven wings and descended toward the ground.
"Missed!" Keziaz slapped the crawler's head in annoyance, but also breathed a sigh of relief—at least he had forced that flying Long-Haired Monster down.
Just then, a series of heavy footsteps suddenly echoed from the center of the battlefield.
Wasaga burst out of the chaos! Seven arrows were stuck in his bronze armor plates, his armor was scarred, and a deep gash had been cut into his back by an orc Boy. Yet, he still gripped his massive axe tightly, casually throwing away a hobgoblin he had crushed in his other hand.
He had just witnessed Kurzadh casting magic. The bone staff and the strange green light instantly convinced him—this greenskin was the enemy leader! If he killed him, the greenskins would collapse on their own!
"Greenskin Shaman! Die!" Wasaga roared, his massive axe resting on his shoulder, forcibly shoving aside three Orc Boyz who tried to block him.
His iron hooves trampled over the corpses on the ground. Dark green blood dripped from his armor plates. Every step was like a moving hill, charging directly toward Kurzadh.
Kurzadh's pupils constricted.
He could feel the ferocity emanating from Wasaga—this Bull Warrior was stronger than any beastman he had encountered before, and the Chaos runes on his massive axe were even emitting black energy.
He gripped the bone staff tightly, leaning slightly forward, preparing for the confrontation.
The Orc Boyz tried to rush forward and stop Wasaga, but he swept them aside with a single swing of his axe, sending them flying.
Bone Tree roared and charged, swinging his massive axe toward Wasaga's head, but the Bull Warrior blocked it with the handle of his own axe.
The two massive forces collided, and Bone Tree was forced back repeatedly, blood even seeping from the web between his thumb and forefinger.
"Boss! Watch out!" Bone Tree shouted, trying to charge forward again, but he was entangled by two Bull Warriors and couldn't break free.
Wasaga ignored everyone else, his scarlet eyes fixed on Kurzadh. His massive axe was raised again, descending toward Kurzadh's head in a chop fueled by Chaos energy—with this strike, he was determined to cleave the greenskin Shaman in two!
Kurzadh stood his ground, making no attempt to dodge.
He watched the approaching massive axe, and a strange smile suddenly curled at the corner of his mouth.
The "Old Rotted tooth 's Staff" in his hand lit up green again, but this time, the light was much more intense than before.
The greenskins fighting around the battlefield all looked toward them while continuing their struggle.
The hobgoblins forgot to fire arrows, the Orc Boyz forgot to chop, and even the flock of ravens in the sky ceased their attack, as if waiting for the result of this leader's duel.
The night wind swept across the battlefield, kicking up blood and minced flesh from the ground.
Wasaga's massive axe descended with a whoosh, and Kurzadh's bone staff, glowing green, was raised.