Chapter 125: Tug-of-War

At this moment, Sinuoli realized the scarcity of the runes he had mastered; if not for the two active skills and the active rune provided by the system, he would have been reduced to hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.

Fortunately, Fatisi Qishi stepped forward at this time. This tall Goblin had ignited the Questing Knight's fighting spirit, especially since his performance of carrying the banner made Fatisi mistakenly believe that this was Skarsnik.

He landed lightly from Emma's back and spun his greatsword, wanting to engage in close-quarters combat with Mozhetian.

This tall Goblin did not show weakness either; he tossed the Bad Moon Banner to his lieutenant, gripped his massive choppa with both hands, and amidst a chorus of "Waaagh," prepared to have a duel with Fatisi Qishi.

The combatants on both sides involuntarily cleared a space for the champions' duel, as no one wanted to be grazed by the force-filled weapons in their hands.

This situation played right into Sinuoli's hands. As a Goblin, Mozhetian seemed to have put all the points that should have been allocated to intelligence into Strength. His choice to duel at this critical juncture made it even harder for the Night Goblins' already narrow offensive space to expand.

Even with the blessing of the Bad Moon Banner, the Night Goblins still struggled to break through the defensive, stalling line of the three-race coalition, while at the same time, three columns of Dwarfs were rapidly breaking through the Night Goblins' rear guard.

"Master Sinuoli has ordered: regardless of which hold the clansman is from, whoever slays Skarsnik will be rewarded with ten Oath Gold!" The voices of Qiangsen-Jian Dun and Buerjin came from both ends of the battlefield; this was the price Sinuoli had promised before setting out.

Ten Oath Gold was a huge sum even in a place with such inflation as the Mountain Kingdom, enough for a Dwarf to purchase a suit of standard meteorite Plate Armor or hire a Rune Smith to engrave one or two ordinary Runes; this was a great attraction for every Dwarf warrior!

Right now, this money could be obtained just by killing a Night Goblin. Although that Night Goblin might be a bit larger, a Goblin is still a Goblin—how could they compare to an Orc?

Watching the "stumpy ones" openly putting a bounty on his head, Skarsnik was thoroughly enraged. "Damn it, what Sinuoli! I'm going to tie that short-legged one to a chain and play with him like a ball!"

Hard words aside, seeing the Dwarf troops rapidly breaking through under the cover of long-range fire, Skarsnik grew anxious. He now needed to contain the Dwarf attack at the rear of his troops while achieving a frontal breakthrough to escape with his life!

"Gork and Mork above! Stumpy ones, go die for me!" Skarsnik let out a strange cry, and a light mixed with red and green colors condensed at the tip of the scepter in his hand.

After the malice from the Great Green had accumulated enough, he swung the scepter forward, and a green missile trailing a long comet tail flew toward Rogov.

"Skarsnik's Prod!" Sinuoli cursed inwardly; he could only silently pray for his kin.

As a legendary lord, Skarsnik only had this one piece of equipment worth mentioning, so one could imagine the quality and power of this item; its might was enough to make Dwarfs, who possessed many high-quality pieces of equipment, gasp in astonishment.

This sharp scepter was filled with pulsating magic; it could be used to channel the powerful strength of Gork and Mork and release it in a wild and terrifying form.

This magic missile traversed half the battlefield at extreme speed. The Manticore Slayer Rogov had lightning-fast reactions; he threw himself flat on the ground to dodge this fatal blow, but even so, a large chunk of flesh was torn from his back! And he did not have time to warn his companions.

After a "Boom!" explosion, five or six Dwarf Slayers immediately met their deaths. These death-seekers did not even have time to use their Deathblow to make a final stand before returning to the halls of the Ancestor Gods.

"Waa-ya-ya!" Witnessing this scene, the Dwarfs' fire of vengeance burned even hotter. This powerful long-range attack also exposed Skarsnik's position.

Now every Son of the Mountains knew that the Night Goblin with the tall standing object on his cloak and the large pink meatball beside him was Skarsnik!

Buluokesen was the most excited by this. He once again loaded Tracer Rounds into his Double-barreled Rifle, and two red beams cut through the black clouds formed by Waaagh Magic, illuminating the top of Skarsnik's head.

Following closely behind were the arrows volleyed by the Quarrellers and the fastest-loading Cannon projectiles.

However, Skarsnik was well-traveled and experienced; seeing the Tracer Rounds, he immediately relocated and was not harmed by the subsequent shooting.

"Follow me! Useless little runts! Watch how the great Skarsnik runs over these scraps gathered together!" Skarsnik brandished his scepter and personally launched a charge, surrounded by a group of veteran bodyguards.

"Waaagh! The Bad Moon shines upon us! Goblins are the greatest!" Skarsnik suddenly howled as he approached Sinuoli's line. Terrifyingly, as he howled, a circle of eerie light waves spread out from his body.

"Bad, Bad Moon Grudge!" Sinuoli furrowed his brows. Although Skarsnik did not have the ability to cast Small Waaagh spells, as the chosen of Mork, he undoubtedly possessed supernatural powers that other Night Goblin leaders lacked.

The world of Warhammer Fantasy has two moons known as the twin moons, Moersilibu and Mannasilibu. Among them, Moersilibu is known as the Evil Moon or the Bad Moon. Many evil, blasphemous rituals of the Chaos races are chosen to be performed when it is full.

Skarsnik's prayer to the Bad Moon ignited the belligerent emotions of its worshippers, the Night Goblins, stimulating them to inflict more intense pain on their enemies.

Under the eerie radiance, the strength and agility of these Night Goblins were enhanced; their attacks became more forceful, and they could better find the openings exposed by their opponents.

The pressure on the defensive line increased once again. The battle was like a balance, with both sides constantly adding or removing weights. Sinuoli once again struck the Rune of Wrath and Ruin to curb the Night Goblins' frantic offensive. After a brief tug-of-war, the Dwarf rear guard pressed up completely.

Skarsnik had to take action himself. This Night Goblin Warlord, known for his cunning, was unwilling to show his own violence unless forced to, and now he had been driven to a dead end.

"Mork is the greatest!" He let out a sharp roar, and the red and green light gathered at the tip of the scepter once again.

Before he could release that deadly light missile, the Ogre Mercenaries at the very front scattered under the leadership of the Iron-Head Ahetanmu. They were the tallest, and they could see the power of the incoming light missile most clearly.

Making money was important, but it was more important to have a life to spend it! Now, only exhausted Humans and a small number of Dwarfs remained in front of Skarsnik!

Thanks for the monthly ticket, 59-style Mantou.