A different world game? A different world game!

From deep within the rat-man army came the muffled sound of giant drums from the abyss.

The Skaven commander stood on the back of a war beast and screamed: "Let our beast crush the light, the blinding light, extinguish it!"

Following his order, the deafening sound of the huge drums almost spread throughout the entire battlefield, like a precursor to an assault.

The earth is shaking, something is coming.

With heavy footsteps, thirty giant rat war beasts covered in carrion armor rushed out from the rat camp. They rushed straight forward and crushed the light curtain, and their exaggerated long mouths and sharp teeth spewed out a torrent of acid wrapped around broken bones.

Kronos showed a cold smile unique to snakes. With the Night Watch as the information provider for the battlefield, all the deployment of the mice's troops were within expectations.

Nothing is beyond the realm of surprise, no enemy force is unforeseen and unprepared for.

The snake-eye gem on the top of the scepter suddenly turned to the east - the paladins lurking in the pile of corpses lifted up the camouflage grass, and the mirrored shields on their shoulders refracted the midday sun into scorching spears of light.

The evil crystals in the eye sockets of those giant war rats exploded in the strong light, and they began to trample on their own army formation uncontrollably.

These rat monsters that have been transformed into complete war machines have long lost their minds and are controlled like machines by the control components provided by the evil gods.

"Everyone, get ready, release!"

Led by Kronos, a huge multi-person joint magic was fully charged.

"Holy Star!"

Tens of thousands of platinum light arrows penetrated the crumbling evil shield.

Even these giant beasts that were running like city walls suffered heavy casualties under such an attack. More than half of them fell on the spot, and the remaining ones were also seriously injured.

"It's time to counterattack! Allied forces, charge!"

……

As the sun set, the command's information intelligence center brought two battle reports.

Half of the fel altars carried by the rat army in Howling Gorge were destroyed in the raid, and about 30% of the rats died in the raid, and even most of the rats' food was destroyed; the feint attack in Broken Blade Plain forced the ratmen to focus their attention entirely on the front line. The two sides are still fighting back and forth, which relieved 70% of the pressure on the northern front.

The Hand of War stroked his corroded left hand. Some alchemical structure embedded in the severed fingers was oozing pus and blood. This was the scar left when he personally chopped off the evil god's apostle on the main battlefield last night.

Being a tactical master requires not only a strategic mind but also strong strength.

Fortunately, among the Night's Watch, if one has a strategic mind, great strength does not require extraordinary talent.

Therefore, the tactical master is a person with both strength and brains, and naturally he has become a strong man in the region.

The apostle of the evil god was no longer an existence that he could not deal with. With the assistance of the demon hunter team and several powerful and experienced night watch teams, he successfully killed it.

Of course, there is a price to pay.

Just like the injuries he suffered now, this was the corrosive power of the Plague Lord, and even the Night Watchman's physique caused him to suffer lasting damage.

There are still negative statuses on his status panel.

But it doesn't matter anymore. It's just a short-term torture. Once the battle here subsides a little, the Night Watch's medical team will naturally come to treat him.

In response to the various injuries caused by the evil god, the medical team of the Night's Watch already has various targeted means and treatments.

Of course, the severed fingers could not be restored, and the Night's Watchmen did not yet have the ability to regenerate severed limbs.

However, an alchemical limb that is almost the same as the original one is still fine. Fortunately, the Hand of War does not care about the alchemical prosthesis.

"Commander, do you want to... take a break?" The snakeman officer couldn't help but ask as he looked at the injury on Hand of War's hand.

This didn't look like a minor injury; it was simply the Night's Watch's uniquely strong constitution that allowed him to withstand it. The tactician shook his head, "Although it can't be healed yet, it's not a problem." He smiled and looked at everyone present.

"This operation was a perfect one. We not only relieved the pressure from the enemy in front of us, but also relieved the support that was about to come from the other side.

Let the soldiers down there have a good rest. This is a rare opportunity."

……

A coastal port east of Libya.

This was a medium-sized port occupied by rats, and was transformed into a large port during the more than one year of occupation.

Although the port had become a rat-like garbage dump, it was at least usable.

Although winter has quietly retreated, the remaining cold wind is still raging on the seaside, and it will take some time for the cold weather to return.

In this morning, the white mist still hangs over the sea.

But today, tiny sparks of fire appeared in the white fog.

More and more flames appeared, emerging from the white fog.

On top of the lighthouse in the harbor, a figure in a black robe completely enveloped himself in shadow, staring at the diffused light in the white mist.

"Are we finally here? How timely."

Even a shadow believer like him couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

Those who came out of the white fog were the Chaos Barbarians who came all the way from the more distant continent to provide support.

I heard that they encountered a lot of trouble at sea. Although there were some losses, at least they retained the main force and arrived here.

Moreover, the timing of their arrival was quite timely. After all, they were in the midst of a fierce battle and they urgently needed such support.

Although the rats are numerous, they can launch large-scale attacks on the enemy with a large number of them, and seriously destroy the enemy's cities and various production facilities.

But the defense of the northern passage now is not enough to rely solely on rats. What is needed is a strong force to be inserted as a solid force.

The barbarians, known for their brutality and force, are just such a sharp knife. If blessed by the God Slayer, they will definitely become the main force for the breakthrough.

He has been looking forward to this for a long time.

While praying, he could clearly feel the urgency of the oracle of the great god he believed in.

The impact of so much material and personnel movement in the northern channel made the great god he believed in a little anxious.

And in the white fog, the first longship broke through the fog and saw the dilapidated garbage dump.

Standing at the bow of the ship was the king of these Chaos Barbarians, the Barbarian King - Skullcrusher Tucker.

The huge body stood at the bow, eyes flashing with scarlet light, staring at the place that was about to arrive.

“What a shabby port, the stench coming from it can be smelled right here.

Is this the kind of weak and cowardly guy we should support?"

To be honest, he was a little disappointed.

The performance of the party in need of support made him feel that the enemy he was about to face might not be as powerful as he thought. (End of this chapter)