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"shooting!"

Prince Uther's deep voice resounded throughout the space; even Windlow and Mousse could hear the dwarf's roar.

Then thunder was heard from afar.

"It's thundering?"

Mousse looked up and found that the sky was clear. There was no thunderstorm at all, but the sound of thunder was so real, could it be?

Thundering Musketeers! These elite dwarf warriors stood out from the trenches they had dug in advance and fired dozens of lead bullets in one volley.

The extremely fast musket bullets can penetrate all armor and hit the greenskin guys and big guys everywhere.

The green skin and red blood gushed out continuously, which instead aroused the bloodiness of the greenskins.

It turned out that it was the dwarves' fault. We finally had a chance to bask in the sun, but now it's gone. Now the greenskins want to fight and beat people up!

The goblins in the greenskin team don't have such an idea, they don't want to fight.

Fortunately, the bullet fired by the Thunder Musketeer was relatively high, and no goblin was hurt.

Just as this group of goblins were still secretly rejoicing, arrows fell rapidly from the sky almost like rain.

Such sharp crossbow arrows easily pierced through the greenskins who were still running, even the short goblins were not spared.

After one round of fire, most of the greenskins in the front row were already dead.

Even the strongest dwarf warriors would be shaken when faced with such casualties, but the greenskins seemed unaffected and continued to charge.

Mousse stood on a high place overlooking the entire battlefield. No wonder in the records of the High Elves, the history of past wars with the Dwarves was always full of thunder and rain. So that's how it is.

I must observe the situation on the battlefield closely, as combat experience is the most valuable asset for the dark elves.

Windlow could only hurry to catch up. As for the unicorn, it finally had some time to rest and eat grass and fish.

I'll build a fire later and try roasting some fruit over the fire. All the fruit we eat at Windlow's is roasted over the fire and it tastes really good.

The dwarf front was a little quiet at this time.

According to past history, after two rounds of ranged weapon attacks, the dwarf warriors would stride forward and launch a dwarf charge.

This time, when the greenskins rushed into the dwarf's position, they found that there was no one there.

"That's strange, why isn't Shorty here? Were they beating us here just now?"

The first greenskin who ran to the dwarf's position was really confused. Did the dwarves burrow into the ground like the ratmen? Or did they fly into the sky?

The greenskins looked up in confusion, and carved square stones fell from the sky, smashing the greenskins who were still standing there in a daze into meat paste.

Although the square stones would not roll, they could bounce back from the ground after flattening the greenskins, crushing the goblins who were watching the fun nearby.

"Where's the short stack?"

The greenskins were still wondering about the location of the dwarves, but they didn't know that the dwarves had already retreated under the leadership of Prince Uther.

"There are a few times when there is a possibility that some very individual ancestral traditions will not be followed."

It seemed as if an electric current ran through Uther's head, opening up things that he had never dared to think about before.

"The Thunder Musketeers and Crossbowmen keep shooting and pulling the formation. There is no need for close combat before the greenskins completely catch up to us."

Then he looked at the hesitant dwarf soldiers. After all, this was not in line with the rules of the dwarf ancestors.

Although only the butchers among the dwarves are required to fight, other dwarves will also abide by the glorious tradition of close combat instead of using their limited mobility to fight.

"Grimnir, forgive me, Granni, bless me. My fellow dwarf warriors, let us temporarily stop worshipping Grimnir's love of close combat. I believe Granni will guide and bless our arrows and gunpowder!"

After these words were spoken, the dwarf soldiers who were still confused around them understood what was going on.

"For Granny."

After shouting this slogan, the dwarves shot and pulled at the same time. After shooting a round, they retreated while reloading ammunition, and then came out to shoot another round.

And successfully defeated the Greenskins when they attacked their lines.

This new tactic successfully gave the Dwarves a strategic advantage, using the space they could stretch and the accuracy of their trebuchets to continually deplete the number of Greenskins.

Exchanging worthless stones, arrows and gunpowder for battle damage reduced the casualties of the dwarves.

After tasting the sweetness, Uther, a dwarf prince, suddenly became enlightened, and all the knowledge he had gained from studying the books of the Empire and Kislev many years ago poured into his brain.

He had never known how to deal with the enemy as he did now, until a terrible black color appeared in the green tide of orcs.

"Black Orc Warrior!"

Almost all the dwarves were stunned. The nearly three-meter-tall black orc seemed to be able to chop the fully-armed dwarf warrior into pieces just by raising his axe.

Uther, who had learned the military excellence of the Empire, immediately shouted at the top of his lungs.

"retreat!"

All the dwarves present immediately retreated along the route prepared in advance.

Although the dwarves' short legs cannot outrun the greenskins and goblins, this is a downhill slope. With two wooden boards, the dwarves' short but heavy bodies can maintain balance while skiing and slide down the mountain quickly.

The greenskins wanted to chase but found that they could not catch up. The goblins were glad that they did not have to be cannon fodder anymore. They looked back at the Red Eye Mountain which was buried by rocks and soil. At worst they could just go back to being diggers.

At this moment, everyone saw a heroic elf coming down the mountain.

As a dark elf, Mousse had almost no experience in going downhill in a mountain and had no control over his speed at all.

He almost ran down the mountain step by step and stood directly in front of all the greenskins.

As for Windlow, this human had some experience in mountains, but he couldn't control his speed well. Fortunately, he stopped after crashing into Mousse.

"Hey, it's true that it's easier to go up the mountain than to go down."

But when he looked up, he found that he and Mousse had just entered the side of the greenskins, just in time for these greenskins to return home.

The nearly three-meter-tall black orc warrior turned around, and his terrifying gaze even made a drop of cold sweat run down Mousse's forehead.

He is certainly confident in dealing with other orc warriors. The Dread Lords among the Dark Elves are no pushovers.

But if you want to deal with the Black Orc Warlord...

Windlow on his side has no fighting power at all, while the black orcs have many younger brothers who can be used as stepping stones.

"Windlow."

"No problem. I'll help you guard the flank. You deal with the black orc warrior first, and then you'll have enough energy to deal with the other greenskins."

"That's not what I meant. I said, when we run later, follow me closely."