Chapter 307 Fight to the Death

Unknowingly, the chasing parties broke through the boundaries of civilization. When Lynch repeated his old tricks on the ice sheet to completely destroy them, he found that he had arrived in the Norsca Mountains.

It is a group of mountains that cuts across Kislev to the north.

To the south of the mountains lies the Pit of Hell, and to the north of the mountains lie the secluded dwarves.

Since he had no intention of visiting the pit of hell for the time being, Lynch headed north, planning to search for the dwarf's hidden city-state first.

The pit of hell is not easy to break into. The difficulty lies not in its guards, but in its complex terrain.

Unless the Corrupt Clan takes the initiative to fight, most of the army will have no choice but to stop in front of the abyss.

Individual killing is inefficient, and Lynch would rather take the legion to visit one of the four great clans of the Skaven.

Until then, he might be able to unite with the dwarves of the Norscan Mountains, who are a force to be reckoned with.

The dwarves of the Norsca Mountains and the dwarven cities of the World's Edge Mountains have long lost contact. They built anti-chaos runes during the Cataclysm and the day the cities fell, using runes that resist magic to resist the wind of magic spreading from the north to the south.

It is said that they are easier to deal with than dwarves elsewhere. Warriors who are trapped in a tight siege will always long for friendly presences, and Lynch can satisfy them and gain their friendship.

Maybe he should show his sincerity to the Norse dwarves by slaughtering a tribe of Chaos humans?

Perhaps Lynch can open a new trade channel. As far as he knows, there is an underground passage connecting the cities in the Norse Mountains to the Sea of ​​Claws. When the tunnel was originally built, the dwarves dug it deeper than the Skaven's lair. That was a miracle created by their ancestors in the era of mythology before they were promoted.

After the "Cataclysm", they were still fighting fiercely with the Chaos tribes and missed the battle between the two ancient races. They were isolated for too long and only returned in the past few hundred years, but they have inexplicably lost contact in the past twenty years.

The ironclad ship of Karak Crow Castle once appeared on the Talon Sea in a short period of time, and conducted small-scale trade exchanges with Kislev, but this was a hundred years ago, and Lynch was not sure that they had any influence in recent years. Not destroyed by Chaos Storm.

If they are still alive, Lynch is very likely to get good news. The enthusiastic North dwarves are more informal than the dwarves in the south. If the records are true, they will be easy allies to deal with.

Deep in the hard frozen soil of the Norsca Mountains, the war in Karak Dulong City, the brightest pearl of the northern mountains, is coming to an end.

The Chaos Lord Valmir Aislin led the warriors of the Aislin tribe, taking advantage of the violent disturbance caused by the previous Chaos Storm, to continuously break through the three walls of the dwarf fortress, and fought with the dwarves at the furnace and mine entrances of the outer city for a week. The pull.

But in front of the Chosen One, what do these dwarves who lack meteorite equipment count?

Victory has been thrown away by the Blood God. Next, the warriors only need to use demonic weapons to kill the dwarves in the rune armor one by one in return for the Blood God's help.

The dwarf rats in the Norsca Mountains are just toys for the Blood God warriors to practice opening cans.

Valmir swore that he would place the dwarf king named Thorgard Colomson at the top of the skull throne.

The destruction of Dulong City was the beginning of his revenge. After that, he would kill all the dwarves in the Norsca Mountains to repay the dwarves for turning a blind eye to his tribe's pleas fifty years ago.

This bloody war that lasted for eighteen years will not end until all the dwarves die or the Aeslin tribe is completely destroyed.

If he hadn't passed the test of the gods by luck, the Eslin tribe would have perished long ago and died from the sudden plague. Even if the army was defeated, it would only postpone its demise for fifty years.

And all this could have been avoided.

The dwarfs clearly have medicine to treat diseases, but just because the gods worshiped by the Eslin tribe are "unjust" in their eyes, they have pushed away the desperate trade prayers of the Eslin people.

Valmir was willing to give everything in exchange for a vat of medicinal wine and the dwarves' purification runes.

But dwarf gophers' eyes are as short as their height.

He came back this century and arrived at Dulong City again.

As the Chaos Lord, he brought the Aeslin people to meet his "old friends" from fifty years ago.

It's just that the people who arrived in the dwarf city with him were no longer dying patients. After most of the patients died, they all turned into strong and powerful Blood God warriors.

Valmir remembered thirteen thousand and one lives clearly, whether they were children or old people, he remembered them all.

When he almost died in the Far North Wasteland, he never forgot - in front of Dulong City, his people were crying and begging Valmir, the chief who was supposed to protect them, to kill them with his own hands to prevent the spread of disease.

Because of Aislin’s last hope of salvation, he pushed away their group of “evil god” believers.

They came back alive from the Far North Wasteland, the legendary Shadow Continent.

This time the gophers could no longer stand on the high city wall and ignore the refugees outside the city.

"Protect the anti-chaos runes and don't let the demon's minions destroy them!"

"The anvil exploded! Try the gunpowder and push my improved organ cannon over. We can't let the Chaos humans invade the King's Hall!"

"Grimnir!"

Groups of dwarf warriors crossed the wide marble bridge connecting the inner and outer city, just like their ancestors who fought fiercely with the demons more than 7,000 years ago, fearlessly crashing into the Blood God's army.

Compared with the legendary "War of Revenge" and the dispute between elves and dwarves, they remember the wave of destruction that wiped out the century.

The humans outside the high wall were once their friends, but when the disaster struck, their friends did not regard the dwarves as friends at all.

After the demons receded, they also had large-scale exchanges with the Norscans.

But where have their former friends gone?

Why did the Norscans no longer spread the ancient wisdom from the old gods, but instead sang the praises of the dark gods and turned into cruel and bloody predators?

Every dwarf knows full well that when they blow up cities and delay the demonic advance, humans have already succumbed to the enemies of the dwarves and become the lackeys of Chaos.

Dwarves do not communicate technologically with their enemies, nor do they need food from their enemies.

At their worst, they carefully screened the northern tribes for their belief in gods and selected less bad, fanatical humans for trade exchanges.

The dwarves have fewer and fewer choices, because most of the tribes that did not respect the dark gods enough have disappeared, and were easily subverted and driven out by the Chaos tribes with powerful troops.

There was an ancient nomadic people who settled near Dulong City and briefly established diplomatic relations with Dulong City. However, the Norscans destroyed the settlements of that people and drove them to the south. This was not an exception.