"In the na of our ancestors, there are too many of them! Like army ants, only bigger and better equipped!" Kurdran cursed as he looked at the scene below.
He and an entire hunting team were suspended in the air. The advantage of gaining air superiority was that they could adjust the altitude at will so that they had a good view to observe those strange green monsters.
But everything in front of seed terrible.
When his sentinels first discovered these strange and ugly creatures and ran to inform Kurdran, they determined that the other party would still be at least three days away. Unfortunately, these guys moved very fast, and now they were less than half a day's journey from the dwarf-controlled territory below Eagle's Nest Mountain.
At first, Kurdran only saw a small team, but then he noticed that at least three teams appeared within a range of less than fifty ters.
These greenskins were divided into teams of about twenty people, but it was conceivable that more teams were coming out from the depths of the forest.
Kurdran flew about one kiloter and discovered more than 40 teams of greenskins.
The Wildhamr dwarves are never afraid of any challenge, but if these guys were not useless show-offs, they would be enough to destroy Aerie Mountain with their absolute nurical advantage.
For so reason, Kurdran suddenly missed his Bronzebeard cousin.
Among the three major dwarf tribes, Bronzebeard is undoubtedly the strongest in close combat. The iron defense line they form should be able to effectively block those huge green-skinned ugly monsters.
Unfortunately, there is no if.
In any case, Kurdran and his people could not sit idly by and watch their holand be destroyed.
Kurdran looked around and raised the Storm Hamr in his hand high.
"Wildhamr dwarves, attack!" he blew the horn.
The dwarves raised their hamrs high. The griffins responded with a loud cry, spread their wings and swooped down excitedly.
More than a dozen yellow lightning bolts struck down at nearly vertical angles.
Of course, their target is not the greenskins themselves.
Letting a giant griffin charge into a dense forest would be truly courting death.
They let the griffins fly flat over the tops of the treetops, then threw their storm hamrs at the tree trunks, letting the hamrs hit the trunks violently.
Don't think that the Dwarven Griffin Riders have simply discarded their weapons.
The Storm Hamr is not just a simple tal hamr. This hamr, which is made entirely of lightning power, has long been in the realm of mystery.
Even though the lightning contained in the hamr was deliberately weakened, the powerful impact still caused leaves, berries and needles to fall like rain.
The green monsters were overwheld by this sudden attack.
Small pieces of leaves are fine, but nuts are different. The huge nuts in the woods near Eagle Nest Mountain are bigger than a human head when ripe and weigh nearly 5 kilograms.
How does it feel to be hit on the head by a five-kilogram object falling freely for more than ten ters?
"Bang!" A poor guy got his head smashed by a nut.
The greenskins had no idea how this had happened. Since the woods were no longer safe, they left. They jogged to the nearest clearing.
This is exactly the opportunity the Wildhamr dwarves have been waiting for.
The god of death, which had been hovering in the air for a long ti, began to really kill.
"Go to hell, greenskin—"
With a loud battle cry, the Kurdran Wildhamr launched the first attack.
The Storm Hamr, flashing with dazzling lightning, smashed out fiercely, making a whistling sound.
The first greenskin reacted quickly, raising his huge battle axe to block in front of him. Unfortunately, the object attacking him was not real. With a thunderclap, a hamr made of thunder passed through his axe, giving him a paralyzing feeling of electric shock, and hit him firmly in the jaw.
From his chin which had beco as soft as rubber, it could be seen that all the bones in that place had been shattered, and his body suddenly flew backwards.
"Greenskin bastards are unworthy of defiling our forests!" Kurdran's roar greatly boosted the morale of the Wildhamr dwarves.
Almost at the mont when the orc was knocked away, the Storm Hamr flew back to Kurdran's hand and disappeared again.
This ti, he cracked another greenskin's head open.
The Griffin King Skarre drew an S-shaped arc in the air, beautifully avoiding the thrown weapons of two greenskins, and swept one of them with a claw, ripping it open.
Skarre flapped his huge wings and circled in the air without slowing down, then imdiately launched a second round of attack.
If we were caught off guard just now, now everyone has raised their weapons and is ready.
However, this is of no use.
For the Storm Hamr that cannot be resisted and can only be dodged, this approach of gradually gathering together is actually a suicidal act.
The essence of Storm Hamr is thunder and lightning, and its power varies from person to person. One of its key characteristics is splashing.
If the guy who was hit was too close to other guys, he would definitely be affected by the aftermath of the lightning. Just like this ti, Kurdran pulled the war hamr behind him and threw it out like a javelin.
The heavy hamr head that seed to be solid first hit the right eyebrow of a greenskin. The next mont, his head was blown apart with a sound like a large-caliber dwarf musket. When this guy lay dead, the sparks of lightning that splashed from his body also made the other two people who tried to dodge beside him have their hands and feet numb.
This gave the two dwarf griffon riders who swooped down behind Kurdran an opportunity. In addition to throwing storm hamrs, a row of three huge griffons unleashed their power at the sa ti.
Especially Skarre, her powerful front claws used the speed to tear a greenskin's head with scarlet spine from his body. She tore the second's head apart with her sharp beak while passing by at high speed, and at the sa ti, she used her wings to stun the third.
The Griffin Knights plowed out bloody paths in the greenskin army as easily as harvesting crops in the field.
Unfortunately, the griffin's power only goes so far.
A huge rain of spears suddenly shot out from the forest.
The range of the bows was comparable to that of human archers, but it had a far more terrifying penetrating power. At that mont, Kurdran felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife, because he heard the cries of at least twenty griffins and the screams of dozens of dwarf knights.
Almost at the sa ti, Kurdran heard the heart-wrenching cry of his adjutant Emhar.
"Troll!"
Following the adjutant's shout, Kurdran saw with his own eyes a not-too-sharp stone axe spinning in the air at high speed, drawing an evil arc, and hitting the shoulder of another griffin knight in his team, Befulan. Befulan's left arm imdiately beca weak and fluttered in the wind, and a wound near his shoulder was bleeding bright red blood in the strong wind.
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