Chapter 332: Slaying Queek

This Warpstone Fragment Armor, which Genuoduoer the elder treasured so dearly, was certainly no ordinary item; it enjoyed a great reputation throughout the entire Skaven Empire. The energy released by the warpstone fragments embedded in a specific pattern covered the armor, providing the wearer with special resistance beyond standard protection.

"Hmph.

."

Gotrek's throat vibrated. The Headtaker opposite him was a head taller than the average Stormvermin, and compared to a Dwarf, he could be described as tall and long-limbed. Although he had discarded the burden of heavy armor, the Skaven's natural talent meant his speed did not fall behind.

Queek also tensed his body and moved his feet slowly. In his heart, he had already cursed that Bofeng Warlord countless times—what kind of transport Captain was this! During the brutal training in the fighting pits, he had once twisted off the distorted, mutated giant arm of a Rat Ogre during a wrestling match, but the strength of that bearded thing still made it difficult for him to parry.

"Great Horned Rat above, this is simply not a Dwarf!"

Queek felt the sweat on his back soaking his fur. The base nature deep in his bloodline made him want to "tactically retreat," but the clan honor and loyalty education he had received since birth urged him to continue this duel. Of course, what also made him reach this decision was the excellent performance of the Plate Armor on his body; yes, yes! This thing was even more useful than he had imagined.

Following this was a series of collisions. Queek used both claws, dancing a circle of blades to protect his whole body. Gotrek tried to slash several times but was blocked; his one axe swing, risked for the sake of injury, did not land solidly and was deflected by the armor.

"Waaagh!"

This time, Gotrek roared and launched the first attack, sprinting forward, trying to force his way into Queek's inner circle. The two-handed hammer and axe favored by Dwarfs were not like the long spears or greatswords of Humans; they had no advantage in attack range compared to one-handed weapons, and the two-handed swing was merely for ease of exerting force.

"You, you seek death!"

Queek hopped back slightly to maintain distance. If this duel were compared to a boxing match, he was a mobile boxer winning by points, while Gotrek was a heavy hitter who landed every punch with flesh-tearing force.

"Hah!"

The Dwarf found an opportunity, swept his great axe horizontally to knock aside the warblade, and then ducked low to charge into the circle of blades. Queek's move was spent; it was too late to retract his blades to block.

"Your head, Grandpa Gao will take it!"

He took a deep breath, raised his axe over his head, and slashed fiercely from the upper right to the lower left, using the Wild Horse Mane technique.

"Gotrek! Gotrek!"

"This Little Beard is truly valiant!"

"The younger generation is to be feared, truly to be feared!"

The white radiance transformed by the axe blade flashed past. Seeing that Queek was about to be decapitated, the Dwarfs cheered loudly. Zhanruike, standing beside Sinuoli, also looked excited. He had not expected that this young uncle, who had previously been unassuming and had only arrived escorting a supply train with food and other living supplies, was such a warrior.

"Why do I have a bad premonition?"

Sinuoli frowned. He did not find any look of panic or fear on Queek's face, which was undoubtedly contrary to common sense.

"Boom!"

A sudden explosion brought the Dwarfs' cheers to an abrupt halt. As the stirred-up dust and smoke dissipated, Queek's tall body gradually revealed itself. He looked unscathed, only the green light of the warpstone fragments on his armor had dimmed significantly.

"Cough, cough! A pity, your blade is still not fast enough."

Gotrek's short, sturdy figure also appeared, leaning on his great axe to support his body. Sharp-eyed clansmen could see a bloody gash on his back oozing bright red liquid, and his left arm also seemed to have been slashed.

"It's fine, no need to be nervous, my friends." Gotrek slowly straightened up, muttering to himself while waving his hand to stop the comrades preparing to support him. "I heard her voice! The most valiant and battle-hardened one among the Ancestor Gods!"

"Playing, playing the god!" A flash of astonishment crossed Queek's rat face. He had not expected this Dwarf to be so lucky. Although the toxicity of the Warpstone Warblade should also cause the wounded to die slowly in pain, this could not compare to the effect of a decapitation before the battle in boosting morale.

"Bearded thing, you, your gods have long abandoned, abandoned you! Pillar City, that is, that is the proof!"

The claw of Clan Mors strode toward the wounded Dwarf. He thought of those crooked, featureless statues in the Earth Vein Network of Eight Peaks, thought of those Shenkan filled with feces and garbage by his own kind, and the desperate, sorrowful songs of the Angrund Clan Dwarfs before they died in battle.

The weak gods of the Dwarf race had long entered their Twilight; otherwise, how could they have remained silent during thousands of years of war? Eight Peaks even claimed to have some core temple of the Mother Goddess, but hadn't it become a place of great prosperity for Clan Mors?

"The Great Horned Rat walks among us!" Queek silently recited the mantra of that spellcasting advisor who had been killed. A valiant warrior suddenly turning into a religious fanatic also made the Headtaker feel a sense of alarm.

"Ahhh!"

Gotrek lifted his axe with his right arm and hoisted it onto his shoulder with a "bang." He felt his body filled with unprecedented fighting spirit and Strength, and this energy was in urgent need of a suitable outlet.

"You, you have proven your val, value. I will, will save a place for your head!" Not wanting to let the night drag on, the Headtaker brought his twin blades from left and right to shear fiercely at Gotrek's neck!

"Clang!"

The green radiance of the Warpstone Warblade seemed to have touched the hairs on his skin. The Dwarf moved suddenly; he swung his right arm, and the Battle Axe slashed down like a streak of silk.

"Pfft!"

Seeing that the Dwarf's head remained in its original position after this sure-kill shear that had provided him with two collectibles, Queek was slightly stunned. Slowly, his gaze shifted downward, and then, a shrill scream erupted from the mouth that had previously only produced cold and ruthless orders.

"Awoo!"

"Clang! Thud!"

The upper half of the left-claw warblade fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. That was not all; a duller sound followed immediately after. Queek's originally muscular left claw was gone, leaving only a bare left wrist with blood gushing out like a spring.

"Remember, the one who kills you is Gotrek-Grenison!" This was the last sentence the Headtaker heard before his head hit the ground.

The Dwarf lines cheered thunderously, while in contrast, the Skaven side was deathly silent. The Stormvermin of Clan Mors needed time to accept the fact that the young war-general who had risen rapidly on the strength of an invincible record had fallen here.

"Rustle, rustle!"

The rat-men of Bofeng were clearly quicker to react; these guys had intended to slip away when their previous attacks were thwarted. Now that the initiator of this war had been beheaded before the lines, if they didn't run away quickly, were they waiting for the bearded things to see them out?

"Kill! Drive the filthy rats out of our home!" Belagar did not know what Queek signified; he struck his Shield and gave the order. The Dwarfs jumped over the cover and charged toward the rat-men, who had lost all will to fight.