Simultaneous Journey: Starting from Holy Terra

"You wrecked my long-planned scheme, you shorty!"

Zugrak Pojun Zhe became increasingly angry as he spoke.

It was panting heavily, carrying an axe in one hand and the escaped night goblin shaman in the other.

Today was supposed to be the day Waaagh! was to be completed. According to the information it had heard from the orc high shaman, if it could hold out tonight, it would be able to take over the human territory below the mountain.

It was precisely because of this information that it took a rare moment to think about it.

He sent one of his lieutenants, a night goblin shaman, with two reasonably capable goblin troops to set up camp at the foot of the mountain in advance.

All I have to do is finish Waaagh! Then I can go down the mountain and lead the kids in a fight.

As a result, this seemingly capable night goblin shaman was ambushed at this crucial moment and managed to escape!

This isn't green at all!

"You're a dwarf!" Zugrak the Breaker thought, his head throbbing as he cursed the Night Goblin Shaman once more.

"Boss, how about we keep this dwarf and let him go up first and do something big? Humans are always cunning; he can help us chop off more heads."

Just as Zugrak was pondering how to deal with the night goblin shaman, a black orc boy wearing red shoulder armor walked over.

It was a veteran who had followed Zul'Gurub since Grimd Ironhide's time, and it was very clever, serving as the strategist of this small tribe of Zul'Gurub.

It picked up its axe, looked at the camp burning in the fire, and angrily threw the night goblin shaman down.

"Kid, you're right. You go first. If you can't pull off something big, you'll be laughed at for a long time and be a dwarf for ages!"

The night goblin shaman, having landed, shook his head, looked at his boss, and said seriously, "I'm definitely going to go for something big!"

As the night goblin shaman spoke, he rallied his troops and charged directly toward the first fortified defense line.

"Let's go too! The kids are itching to go, and Brother Mao is watching us!"

After saying this, Zugrak raised his axe and waited for the goblins and farts to extinguish the fire in front of him before leading his army forward.

The orc boy walking behind him revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

It deliberately lagged behind, and then, on the ruins littered with the corpses of goblins and farts, it drew a cursed "8" blood symbol with its own blood.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull offering to the skull seat!"

As the "orc boy" summoned, a rift filled with filth and blasphemy slowly split open from the pile of corpses.

The "orc boy" excitedly raised his hand to shout, but a blood-red hand suddenly emerged from the crack and grabbed his neck.

"You tainted by treacherous schemes, you are unworthy of the Blood God's reward. Become my vessel, and descend upon this land!"

A murky aura assaulted their senses, and before the "orc boy" could explain, he was pulled into the crevice. Strange chewing sounds echoed in the pre-dawn darkness, followed by streaks of blood spreading outwards from the crevice...

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Although Ye Ming's Titan Territory is located in a remote corner of the rocky cliffs, its actual area is quite large, covering a full 40 square kilometers!

With a territory larger than the entire city of Macau, and situated on the edge of a mountain range with a massive, protruding rock wall providing shelter, Titan Territory boasts a remarkably pleasant natural environment, making it one of the best places in the entire Vesile Province.

To defend this area and prevent the orc spores from landing, Ye Ming constructed ten fortified defense lines.

Each defensive line has hundreds of fortified villages, densely packed together, and arranged in a staggered manner, like many "U" characters connected together.

Each fortified village had a field and a large amount of defensive equipment, and was garrisoned by a troop.

Furthermore, due to their unique structure and interconnected nature, the enemy can only attack from one location at a time. Moreover, regardless of which location they attack, the fortified villages on both sides can provide cover with arrows, making them very easy to defend.

Ye Ming even planted gunpowder inside, so that if the defenders could not hold out even if they fought to the death, they would retreat and detonate the gunpowder.

In dire circumstances, it is also a last resort to take everyone down with them.

"Big Shaman, how do we break in?"

The goblins looked at the night goblin shaman. Faced with the seemingly low but heavily fortified fortress, even the clever goblins couldn't help but be a little confused.

"Let me think about it..."

The night goblin shaman scratched his face. Although he said that, he felt he didn't need to think about it. After all, the power of Waaagh! was right there. What was there to think about when Brother Mao was watching them?

Let's get him!

"I think we should get a crawler and then charge in and take them down!"

"I have a plan," the night goblin shaman said confidently.

Upon hearing this, the goblins' pointed ears perked up.

"No wonder he's a big guy!"

"I think this is a fantastic idea!"

The goblins quickly sprang into action, binding a large group of fart sprites together to create a fart sprite ladder.

"Charge! Let's get Brother Mao to let us fight them!"

The night goblin shaman raised his staff, and with the burst of his "I think power," the gathered Waaagh! magical energy was transformed into a special greenskin spell and released.

Spider-like fangs grew from the night goblin shaman's mouth, and so did the night goblin swordsmen and treacherous lurkers around him. Some of the closest ones even grew different arms!

This is Goblin Waaagh! A type of magic called the Gift of the Spider God.

As the name suggests, it was the power of the Spider God that caused them to mutate slightly.

"Wow! This is amazing!"

After the local goblins erected their specially made "goblin siege ladders" on the fortified city walls, the night goblin shaman personally led the night goblin swordsmen in a charge.

It was absolutely confident of winning this time, but it couldn't back down either, because if it didn't go up and do something big, it would never be able to stay in the tribe again!

It will be laughed at for a long time!

The goblins around them raised their "powerful" iron plates and charged like madmen up the fortress that was adorned with "goblin siege ladders".

"Smash these green things down!" shouted the farm captain in the front row.

The soldiers guarding this fortified village naturally divided their tasks: one squad leader led ten men with knives in front, while another squad leader led men to throw stones down.

"what!"

The two sides engaged in battle.

Compared to Warhammer 40, which is set in space and features powerful chainswords and explosive guns that create a violent aesthetic, the melee combat in the Warhammer Fantasy world is pure bloodshed and a struggle for survival!

Ordinary mortals do not possess great power; they must use their own flesh and blood, with simple armor and weapons, to fight against extraordinary creatures who are physically strong and possess magic!

Inspired by the goblin's "Waaagh!", the goblins charged forward, shrieking and brandishing their worn-out short swords, biting at the laborers and soldiers.

Led by the veterans, the laborers and soldiers precisely slashed the goblins' necks and torsos with their swords, splitting them in two.

Sometimes, soldiers would make mistakes and fall down after being bitten or stabbed by goblins. The goblins would then rush up the walls of the fortress, but would soon be killed by the spearmen who were waiting behind them and thrown off the walls. The subsequent infantry with swords would quickly fill the gap.

Seeing this, Zugrak the Destroyer turned and raised his axe, shouting, "Boys!"

"Give those short guys a big one! Get them all hard, harder! Bigger!"

"Waaagh!!!"