Chapter 488: Tunnel Warfare (Part 1)

"Where did you go?"
Standing on the outer wall half of the collapse of Fort St. Spear, Guk could already see the mountains covered by clouds in the distance, and it was said that the ridiculous king of the beasts sat there.
He'd better be there, Guk didn't want to waste his time on these meaningless creatures.
So he should be there, tremblingly waiting for himself to pass, and then he can pinch it and its twisted compatriots to end this farce.
"Idle and boring, went to warm up."
Bloody Grak appeared from the entrance of the stairs, and the guards immediately gave way.
There was still smoke on his body, the undried blood on the battle axe was still dripping, and the armor and skin were stained with red.
"Did the guys get it all?"
"Some are shrinking underground, they hide their heads like a fart, and leak their out."
"Let your boys clean up the following, and tomorrow we will bomb the hill."
"Why not now, the following gadgets don't care at all."
"I let a team of kids copy their backs. It will take some time. If we go now, those cowards will run away with great probability. I want to solve them all at once."
Grak's face suddenly burst into a fierce smile, full of anticipation.
"This is good! Don't even want to run one!"
"It's such a big brain, don't waste it."
Guck lifted the mechanical claws and gave Grak's head a little shake. The other side shook his head and then stood still and said:
"Think about it, it's too much trouble. You can do this kind of thing."
"Your mind is a breeze."
"Hey~!"
Just as the bosses were chatting, the main force of the Gough Corps had poured into the ground and launched a fight with the remaining defenders. The narrow terrain was the favorite battlefield of these melee butchers.
The nerve boy stood expressionless for a while, the light reflected on the dirty water surface and flashed on his scarred face.
The green stone inlaid on the top of his metal stick is dark and dead, the bones surrounding it no longer pulsate, and the waaagh energy is suppressed here, which is quite rare.
The boys were searching for the darkness in front, holding the sniper rifle and their weapon, the jagged machete.
They have executed a group of more than a dozen stupid guys who stumbled on their way. They are equipped with good weapons, but they don't know how to use them. They are so stupid that they use them on the Oaks.
As a result, their blood was solidifying on the warriors' blades, armor and angry faces.
That group is not the only enemy they encounter. There are one or two other groups still running away. Many of them are unarmed. The desperate just want to leave. This originates from the unreasonable crazy, meaningless blood.
Underground combat is different from the ground. The scale does not make much sense. The legion quickly fēnliè into many small gangs. Grak has never been a good boss, and his boys are relatively more scattered. This is a natural advantage.
Lame got his blood from the three-story passage to the horizontal shaft. About thirty stupid guys were ruthlessly túshā by his tomahawk.
He is a huge Ok, his muscles are as strong as rock, especially his shoulders, and his feet are as wide as two boys. His weapons are two half-human tomahawks, and his biggest feature is his right foot. Metal prosthesis.
That is not a mechanical limb in the general sense, but a weapon, a pair of claws that can peel off flesh and blood.
In a conflict, he lost his left calf, but this was not a problem for an Ok, he replaced his leg with a broken knife and killed the hostile boss.
His resume is one of the most normal roads for the rise of the Oke boss. Constant fighting, fighting, and then getting bigger, more boys join him, and then carrying out bigger fighting, fighting, and getting bigger.
Ambition is constantly growing in this process, but all Oaks know that uncontrolled ambitions will be destroyed, and they have a natural object of loyalty from birth.
overlord.
When Lame became a boss and wanted to continue to climb up, he encountered the first obstacle that could not be overturned-Graco's Goff Corps.
The sinister wasteland is the conscription area of ​​the Gough Legion, and it is also the area they are responsible for monitoring. Any uncontrolled expansion force will receive their warning.
The same was true for Lame, who was found by a leader of the Goff Corps and gave him three options.
Either join the legion and become a part.
Either stop expanding the forces and honestly be the boss.
Or...
Every day, there are more than a dozen fresh heads hung in the Black Stone Fortress. If he wants to be one of them, then the Gough Corps is also happy to accept this challenge.
Lame succumbed, but he didn't join Goff. He believed he was more than just a legion chief, he was waiting.
Waiting for an opportunity to let himself fly into the sky, his ambition is still growing, but it has become more hidden...
Finally, he got the expected call, and Guk invited him to join the expedition.
He led his children to join this "waaagh" for the first time, this opportunity he has been waiting for too long.
"Boss, the front is clean."
A of crony came over, carrying a string of heads on his head.
"How many have we cleared?"
Lame glanced at the heads, which were all weak chickens, without those red-skinned stinkies.
This kind of loot has no meaning at all, and even those untuned boys like to hang on them. Aspiring bosses like him, the heads of dozens of animalized shamans on the back metal brackets are called spectrum.
Although he does not know the identity of these stupid guys, since he can let other stupid guys protect their lives, their status is naturally not low, which is in line with his pursuit.
Different.
"There are probably more than twenty, boss, I have a hard time remembering."
The underground network of Fort St. Spears has a total of six floors, none of which are connected by shafts, and a large number of traps are set up. Between the passages are shelters and warehouses. The veterinarians rely on the cobweb-shaped underground network to resist and guerrilla.
If they are a little larger, it will still be a bit laborious to clean up, but unfortunately, the quantity they are proud of is not worth mentioning in front of Ok.
The massive Ouk battle squad penetrated into the ground like rain, starting with a larger and wider channel, and then with a smaller tunnel, the strength of the beasts was so little exhausted between the excavation holes.
"Boss, there is a big den in the front."
A kid came over, the neuro kid from fālèng before. Lame did not like neuro boys, but he must admit that they were very useful.
As a quasi-warlord, this capacity must be available, and Lame often says this to himself.
"dry!"
Without a word, he led the hundred old David team and rushed past.
The animalized person occupies a space of 200 square meters. The only three candles are the only luminous body in the whole space. The space illuminated by the horizontal wall is not much larger than a spoon.
A lonely statue with a rough depiction of a deity~EbookFREE.me~ There are hundreds of animalized people kneeling down religiously around the statue, seeming to be praying, not even aware of Ouke's approach.
Lame stopped at the entrance and looked around. The boys were already in place, then he nodded.
The Oks launched the raid without saying a word. The only sound was the boots shaking the mud on the floor of the lateral aisle and the speedy cries.
Hearing the sound approaching from the darkness not far away, the beasts immediately stood up and clenched sàndànqiāng and bùqiāng.
"Waaaaagh!"
When rushing into the flashing candlelight under the lighting, Lame activated the chain saw axe he untied, and the horrific roar of melee weapons suddenly echoed on both sides of the corridor.
On the last day of this month, thank you very much for your support! During this time, Lao Mo reflected on it and felt that it was indeed too procrastinating. The progress of the plot will be accelerated next month. I hope everyone will support this work as always! Warhammer is an unpopular background, a good background, and a hard-to-write background. Lao Mo hopes to transfer the charm of Warhammer to more people and let everyone really understand the galaxy full of warmth and love