Chapter 483 Victory

"Bastard!" The gray-white cape cursed and jumped up. He pulled off the useless control instrument and threw it aside with force. "Kill you! I must..."

Then he realized that Wocher was looking at him with surprise. He realized his disobedience and immediately shut his mouth and adjusted his emotions in a few seconds.

"How is the situation?" he asked Wocher. While he was wholeheartedly controlling the fight of the self-made boss, Wocher was responsible for observing the overall situation.

"It's over." Wocher just said two simple words, but these two words already include all the information.

In fact, Wocher didn't need to answer, and he himself understood what the outcome of this battle would be. The dwarves took advantage of the good times of exhaustion of green ribbons and no fighting spirit (and also had to add the boss to die), and boldly surrounded and annihilated the enemy in one fell swoop.

"Aren't you responsible for surveillance? Why didn't you see the bloody duke using black magic..." Anger suddenly rushed to the forehead of the gray-white cloak, and he shouted to his companion with a roar.

"Please, that's your request." Wochel interrupted the other party without hesitation. "It was you who made me pay full attention to the situation of the Dwarf camp. So I focused all the attention of the satellite eye on the camp."

The two of them stood stiffly, as if they were not ready to expose their teeth.

"Okay, this is my fault...I underestimated the Blood Duke." The gray-white cape finally made a concession, "He is indeed a hundred times more cunning than I expected. I really didn't expect that he would actually play this move... I think he had this plan long ago when he buried the corpses he killed."

"He had previously blew up the cliff and buried the enemy's tactics and accumulated a large number of complete corpses." Wocher agreed. "Before, defeating the Iron Boss with the Ogres also increased his capital. However, if you didn't make such arrangements for your own troops, the result would have been much better."

"I was preparing to deal with the night attacked dwarf troops... not the zombie army." Gray White Cloak replied dejectedly. In any case, he failed, and the kind of complete failure that had no reason to defend. He wanted to prove the incompetence of the Blood Duke, but proved the opposite result.

"It doesn't matter, our real killer move is not here anyway." Wocher comforted. "Green skin is just a backup method for us, isn't it?"

"That's right." Although the gray-white cloak said so, the sluggish expression in his expression was so obvious that Wochel had to show a look of sympathy.

"And, next, our Blood Duke may have to face a big trouble." Wocher reminded. "It is difficult to hide the matter of the Green-skinned Zombie. How should he explain this situation to his subordinates? If he doesn't do it well, his identity will be exposed... Of course, this possibility is not very good."

After saying this, he noticed that his companion was already sitting on the chair with frustration. The excitement that had previously maintained the gray-white cloak was gone at this moment. He looked exhausted and looked listless. It was a phenomenon that only occurred when both the spirit and the health were severely damaged.

"The Blood Duke will definitely pack up the mess before going to the ruins. Now we have a lot of extra time..." He tried to suggest. "You go and treat it. Once the Blood Duke takes action, I will let you out immediately."

"No!" replied stubbornly.

...

On the battlefield after the war, there were dead bodies, bloody and bloody. The green-skinned corpses were spread layer after layer on the ground, so even tidying up and burying became a problem. However, so many corpses could not be left alone, so Ashu Rufate simply ordered the burning. "We must also pour enough oil here," he ordered.

"Master," a soldier reported an unexpected news to him. "The oil is not enough."

"Replace with ale." Ashu Rufate replied. Hearing this order, the soldier's expression was even worse than crying.

"From today onwards, we will all drink beer!" Ashu Rufate emphasized. His order caused many engineers to laugh and laugh, and some infantry muttered dissatisfied.

"Master." An officer came over from behind and pulled Ash Rufat aside. "We found something strange... a lot of green skins seemed to have... died for a long time. Their bodies were rotten."

"It must be some magic from Green Skin." Ash Rufate replied without blinking his eyelids. "When they are fighting in internal affairs, they always use all kinds of tricks. But no matter what, it is definitely right to burn them."

The work of pouring fuel was only completed in the evening. When the flames burned and illuminated the night sky, the dwarves around them shouted for victory.

Ashu Rufate stood in a suitable position, watching calmly as the flames burning green-skinned corpse dyed the surroundings dark red. It was finally over! For some reason, when this thought appeared in his mind, he exhaled vigorously.

"We won! Master." Carrie also said in a happy voice in her mind.

"You can go back." Ashu Rufate said to himself in a voice that he could only hear. He couldn't tell what it was like to make him do, but he knew it was not a comfortable feeling. This feeling did not come from the dwarves - this was completely different from when he was in the underground world of the Rat Man, but from deep inside him, a disgust, but not aimed at others.

"Well, although the battle is over, as the saying goes, 'acting must be finished'." Carrie reminded in her mind. "It's still a little early."

Ashu Rufate stared at the sky-scaling fire with green corpses burning ahead, silent.

There was almost no battle for a while. The dwarves searched around the escaped greenskins and successfully killed more than a hundred greenskins who had not had time to escape. After doing this, they advanced all the way and conducted an "armed parade" throughout the peninsula. No greenskins jumped out to fight against the dwarves legion, because the remaining greenskins were too few and too scattered to pose a threat to the dwarves army. The battles that were born during this period were completely unremarkable, neither difficult nor troublesome. In each battle, the dwarves took the initiative to attack, and each time they easily defeated the greenskins with their superior forces and firepower.

...

When the Knicks pushed open the door of the tavern, the tavern was already full. Fortunately, as an old friend and an old customer, the tavern owner Karenf always left him a chair next to his counter.

"A glass of mountain ale?" Karenf looked at his old friend and sat down and asked.

"Two cups," the Knicks replied. "I have to do something, too."

What he said about "doing something" now has a special meaning. The members of the Engineers Association were working hard to promote, "drink more wine and contribute to the recovery of the peninsula." This is because war is a bottomless pit that swallows gold, and the main income of the Engineers Association is now the wine transaction - the business of the great caster Ashu Rufate, but for this war, he contributed the golden river to the Engineers Association to obtain enough war funds.

This propaganda slogan was immediately accepted by the dwarves, and drinking an extra drink was never a difficult task for the dwarves, especially when this beautiful thing was related to such a great glory.

Speaking of which, due to the large-scale procurement of the Engineers Association, the price of black gunpowder in Karaz-Karak City has doubled, and the same is true for raw materials. This shows how fierce the frontline battle is.

"Cheer to the brave Master Ashrufat!" A drinker shouted happily, and received a response from the entire tavern. The wine in the bottle was filled with wine glasses, and the wine in the glass was poured into his throat by Xun. Everyone seemed happy, full of light, and chatting and laughing.

"Business has been good lately." Knicks asked while drinking his own wine.

"The highest peak has not come yet." Karenf replied disapprovingly. Rumors of war about the Western Peninsula have long spread throughout Karaz-Karak, and have become the hottest topic in the city now. The Dwarf Avengers won a great victory against the Greenskin, which has wiped out the Greenskins in the Peninsula - this news is undoubtedly confirmed. There has never been such an exciting news that has caused the entire city to fall into a sea of ​​joy.

hsk "The highest peak?" Knicks asked suspiciously. "What does it mean?"

"You've been drinking these days and leaving, don't you?" Karenf said.

"Yes, I have a duty mission...what is wrong?"

"So you missed the peak of my business." Karenf pointed to the corner next to the counter, where four large barrels of wine were placed. "See? This is the wine I plan to sell today - just today's share."

"So much?" The portion is amazing. Besides, what Karenf owns is just a tavern after all. It's incredible that a tavern can sell so much wine in a day. "How did you sell it?"

"You will know later." But the old friend started a puzzle. "Do you still have to go on duty today?"

"No, I won't go. I have received the task of traveling far away. I will prepare my luggage in the past two days... I will go to many places in the name of the Supreme King to declare the great victory of regaining the Western Peninsula to all the kings and lords."

"That's right, wait patiently." Karenf smiled mysteriously. Just when the Knicks were still inexplicably, he heard a loud sound of pushing the door, and then a group of young dwarves rushed in, surrounded by an old dwarf with a long beard.

The old dwarf wrapped in white bandages on his legs, holding a crutch in one hand, limping when walking, but his expression was not like a wounded and sick man at all, and he was as proud as a king.

"Mante Bergman?" The Knicks recognized the other party. This was because they were colleagues - they served under the Supreme King together. Although they were not very close friends, they nodded after all. "He is not..."

Young people surrounded Mante Bergman to a table, and the original drinker on the table stood up and gave up his seat and stood aside. Someone handed Mante a large glass of ale for Mante. There was no doubt that the injury did not affect the old dwarf's addiction and appetite at all. Mante Bergman quickly poured the glass of wine down his throat. The people around, especially those young people, looked at him with respect.
Chapter completed!