Chapter 526: Greenskins Mobilize

"Understood, I will go handle it."

With the shared combat and heart-to-heart talk at Itza, Drazhoath was deeply convinced by Sinuoli's foresight; he recognized his own position and resolved to play a suitable role in the revival of the Qunshan.

"Andemuge, go to Keladeluomen, monitor the situation, and supervise the work that needs to be done in the Southlands. Remember, safety first!"

Among all his strategic arrangements, Sinuoli emphasized safety above all else; south of Eight Peaks, the number of Dwarfs who could survive three moves under the furious axe of Tiepi could be counted on two hands.

"Is there any new news from Karak-Azgal?"

"It is rumored that King Kazador failed his attempt to reach Demigod status again, and this time it even damaged his vitality. Master Tiemei has developed two new types of Runes; it seems the peak of mortality is within reach."

After the recovery of Eight Peaks, Tiefengbao had remained silent. To thank them for their great assistance, Sinuoli shared with them the credit for welcoming back the Mother Goddess. Valaya, who had just awakened, could only share experience and knowledge; how much one gained depended on individual fortune.

"Send some of the medicinal herbs brought back from Lustria to them. Breakthroughs cannot be forced, but who can truly let go?"

Prince Kazilike, who is currently in charge of Tiefengbao, is a bit rough in his work; his abilities are not particularly outstanding, and he is too eager to achieve success. Sinuoli felt that tasks requiring a delicate touch were not suitable for him.

"What did you say? Found the black stunties! They are clamoring to capture us back as slaves again? I'm going to report this to Boss Tiepi!"

"Nonsense, Da Orks think they can't cross that big ridge!"

"Kick their butts, pluck out their beards! WAAAGH!"

Very quickly, Black Fortress began to boil. The Black Orcs who had followed Tiepi through countless battles rolled up their sleeves, ready for a fight, while the newly incorporated Greenskins from the Badlands were astonished that their reckless boss had once been enslaved by the stunties.

"Investigate! Investigate for me! Where did the news come from? I want to take a Squig and stuff it down their throat!"

Grimgor clenched his fists until they creaked. He was not born as the Chosen of Gork, invincible from the moment he emerged from the ground, nor did he have the magnanimity to say, "That is the path I came from, not my dark history."

"Da Orks think Sinuoli is playing tricks..."

"Sinuoli, Sinuoli again? What exactly did that stuntie do to scare the guts out of you? Are you going to babble about those Goblin affairs again? Da Orks think if a head can be taken off, it isn't the Chosen of Mork!"

When Tiepi fell into a frenzy, only Wuerzhage-Lv Xianzhi dared to speak to him in the entire fortress. As his wings grew fuller, the guidance from the chosen of Gork and Mork gradually became a challenge to the Warboss's absolute authority in his eyes.

"The wolf pups were sent out by me; it's their merit for bringing back the news! How much blood debt have the black stunties accumulated! Where were They two at that time?"

"WAAAGH!"

The more Tiepi spoke, the angrier he became. The Seer's face was hidden behind a mask, revealing no expression. But when disrespectful words emerged, he could no longer remain silent. He thumped his bone-wood staff on the ground, and a green monster face emerged from behind him; the gaze from Mork made all the Greenskins silent as cicadas.

"Fine, tell me, where should my axe strike?"

Tiepi was like an overloaded locomotive, billowing smoke spraying straight out from his two nostrils. He sat back down on the throne simply cast from the weapons of defeated foes by Gobad-Ironclaw, using the stinging pain to soothe his rage.

"Either head north out of Black Fire Pass and WAAAGH the Human lands upside down like those awesome bosses before. Or, head east to Eight Peaks!"

"Why? That's a turtle shell, what we have in our hands are choppas, not mother-loving mining picks! Might as well go to the Southlands and bump into that Sinuoli!"

Tiepi knew the Seer liked to hide his true thoughts for last, especially when he was speaking seriously after coming out of a state of madness. He had actually swung a mining pick before and knew how deep a Dwarf fortress could be dug.

"Da Orks think if the Eight Peaks stunties can't hold, they will beg Sinuoli for help. Wouldn't it be better to wait for him to deliver himself to our door from so far away? As for the Dark Lands, with our current military strength, they are nothing to worry about!"

"Good, good!"

Tiepi pinched his chin and grinned. "Besiege a point to strike reinforcements" was nothing new in the Human world, but for Greenskins who walked and fought based on feeling, it could be called a brilliant plan.

"Did you hear that, lads! Let's have a big ruckus and smash the stunties! This is the guidance of Gork and Mork! Tie-Jaw, you take the lead!"

The war machines of Black Fortress and the entire Badlands began to move, traveling upstream along the Blood River Valley. In less than five days, the vanguard appeared at the northern foothills of Eight Peaks, led by a general whose helmet was pieced together from two Infernal Guard faceplates.

"Whoa! What a ridge!"

Looking at Eight Peaks from afar, the general couldn't help but praise. The native Greenskins of the Badlands had bragged about it as something miraculous—inexhaustible iron mines, deep tunnels piercing the heart of the earth, and various resources lacking in the Badlands.

While the Greenskins were busy setting up shacks and digging holes in preparation for a protracted war, the Dwarf Rangers spotted the force and reported the movements to Belegar. With the aid of the Runic Telegraph, the Southlands and Black Fortress were informed almost simultaneously.

"Eight Peaks is like a sharp knife pressed against its ribs; expecting Tiepi to ignore it is to underestimate a hero. Pass my order, proceed as planned, the Southlands are to enter Level Two combat readiness!"

"Moo~"

"Aha! Damn runaway slave, surrender now and maybe the master's whip will have less salt water on it!"

Under the communication and mediation of Drazhoath, the Greenskin fortress had just driven the logs for the wall into the ground when the army from the Tower of Beast-Runners arrived via Siwangxiaojing. The supplies from the Angrund Clan allowed them to travel light and fast.

Lord Bashrak laughed loudly while riding on a Lammasu. Drazhoath had dissolved more petrification for him, allowing the old-generation Demon Smith, who had been dormant for a long time, to once again unleash his power to his heart's content.

"WAAAGH! Lads, push out all the shootas! Big 'Uns with Shields, get to the front!"

Tie-Jaw was one of the "Iron-generation" who had followed Tiepi through thousands of miles of battle; he was quite familiar with the combat methods of the Chaos Dwarfs and held a deep hatred for them. But he couldn't figure out why they would appear here; wasn't Eight Peaks blocking the middle of Siwangxiaojing?

"Capture them back! This master's Drill needs more forced labor!"

Bashrak held his staff high, and a mass of suffocating, scorching ash pressed down from the air onto the battlefield. The progress of Tie-Jaw's line formation was immediately severely affected. Behind the rolling dust and smoke, the Black Orcs heard the earth-shaking sound of hooves.

"Four-legged bastards! For Gork, let's have a big fight!"

The most elite Black Orcs knew who had arrived—Bull Centaur Maulers. When twisted, filthy energy overwhelmed the stubborn resistance of the Dwarf race, these terrifying creations with excellent strength, endurance, and agility were born.

"Moo~"

"WAAAGH!"

Unlike the Minotaurs that haunted the Old World, the Bull Centaurs were clad in equipment produced by the hell-forges. A suffocating head-on clash began.