The doors of the fortress did not open slowly and steadily. No no no. That was pathetic and very boring. The orks blew up their own metal doors using whatever explosives they had, marking their triumphant entry onto the battlefield. Such an act of recklessness launched the two enormous metal plates that served as a door into the air, falling on a large number of enemies on the other side of the battlefield, while a large curtain of smoke, dust and sand rises in front of the entrance. of the fortress.
The attacking orcs paused for a moment to "admire" such a display of savagery, only to see excitedly how the orks under Kanan's command had abandoned their pathetic attempts to defend themselves and were ready to launch into battle. At last. A good fight. That was the reason they had come in the first place, but the defending side was acting so strange.
The Korn, as they had called the enemy side, watched in confusion as a huge metal wall approached them at high speed. Their ranged weapons had no effect, and much of the explosives had already been used up. On the other side of the iron curtain, Kanan's orks advanced at a brisk pace on the enemy formations, pushing the enormous pieces of metal with their physical strength alone, their weapons ready to attack the enemy when the time was right.
Still, this did not worry the one who seemed to be in command of the attacking force in the least. "What fools" He thought to himself, when he saw how the three motorcycles that were left in his forces had turned around and were ready to charge against the defenders.
There was no possible way the defending forces could stop them. They were fast, they were brutal, the red-painted battle bikes were unstoppable, loaded with ammunition and explosives even in the tires.
Kanan: - NOW! -
The voice of the ork who seemed to be the leader was heard throughout the battlefield. A good portion of hand grenades and improvised bombs were thrown at the motorcycles, but they fell long before their arrival. The rest of the orks just laughed at seeing such stupidity. How could they make such an absurd mistake?
From a distance, the Korn leader could not enjoy the spectacle more. The enemy leader was not only a dwarf by gold warlord standards, he was also an idiot. But the smile on his face did not last long when he saw what was happening from a distance.
The attacking drivers had the same thinking as their leader. When they saw the idiots throw the explosives ahead of time they began to laugh and only accelerated more to feel the adrenaline of a good explosion. In their mind, they will go through the cloud of fire and smoke with their motorcycles at high speed, dominating the battlefield with their bullets and explosives. But the only thing they could do was see the battlefield from above.
Without knowing how or why, the bikers were flying through the air, and their bikes had succumbed to the terrain. It was then that the rival gold leader realized what had happened. The explosives were not intended to destroy the motorcycles, but rather to create craters in the ground through which they were going to pass. The enormous tires attacked each other, and the momentum itself launched all the occupants into the air, falling without any opportunity onto the battlefield, surrounded by enemies, where they would know a quick and painless death.
This left the orc leader completely out of his mind, because by the time he reacted, his troops were being decimated by an impenetrable wall of steel that charged towards them.
The caliber of their firearms could do nothing. The explosives they had were not big enough to stop them permanently. A makeshift Nordic shield wall was effective enough to make any offensive stop instantly.
The forces under the command of the white-haired ork were barely exposed to danger. They only raised the barrier to kill their enemies and continue advancing. Small gaps of barely a second, but enough to swing a machete or fire a burst of ammunition. And if they were just orks...
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Warhammer 40k Fanfic - Reborn's Revenge
Fanfiction"In the ruthless universe of the far future there is only war." That is something that Kanan Scott knew very well. After two hundred years or more, as he never counted, he thought that his death would give him the opportunity for eternal rest in the...