Before Logan could see any more, a thump on his shoulder drew his attention back down to what was actually directly in front of him, a silent Regina kneeling in the shadows of one of the guard towers. She held up a finger before his eyes to make sure he was focusing and then pointed at the artillery park that was in front of them. Silently, he cursed and shook his head, eyes wide as he tried to memorize every detail he could. There were the largest rock lobbers he'd ever seen, of course, but there were also what he knew greenskins called spear chukkas, effectively greenskin bolt throwers, which were also similarly enlarged than from standard. These were built for firing what looked like sharpened and shaved tree trunks, rather than the smaller bolts of the Empire or dwarfs. He also saw plenty of the so-called doom diver catapults, though he spied none of the suicidal goblins around the machines, given that none of them were firing at the moment. But of course, all of that had been known. Expected. As were the few goblins and orcs that looked like their only lot in life was endlessly performing their best attempts at maintenance at creations that looked ready to collapse at any moment. It seemed that the Warbosses had decided to not waste ammo firing fruitlessly at the dwarf walls and gate at the moment, leaving the camp likely thoroughly emptied compared to how it would be at the height of activity.
But that was not all that the WAAAGH!! had brought forth.
Not at all.
Logan had never seen them before in his life, but he had read the account of Evangeline Hertwig of his father's exploits in Karak Ungor. To the dwarfs, the chaos dwarfs were practically forbidden to acknowledge unless in the direst circumstances, but their involvement and following defeat in Karak Ungor were a triumph worth letting be recorded. Even without that, the greenskins had purposefully boasted of that existence, of taking from those accursed cousins of the dawi, and in that aspect he could recognize the touch of dwarfen expertise and mastery if turned to dark and terrible purpose. Before him, separated from the comparatively fragile creations of lashed together wood and stone and rusted metal, was a grouping of war machines that burned with infernal light. A great amount of it. So much that it burned at his eyes and forced them to water simply from looking at them. Some of them rumbled and shook, gigantic things that looked like steam tanks ballooned and twisted, huge metal spoked wheels clanking as they occasionally spun in place without warning. There were squat and wide cannons, larger than any he'd ever seen anywhere, with cracked metal spheres, the light of Chaos literally glowing from within next to them. There were firing platforms with strange cone-topped cylinders which lay near them in piles. The only one that he could actually name, that the Old World even had proper recent records of, however, were the hellcannons. The same that had been used by the Everchosen in Kislev.
"Chaos…," he heard Regina hiss from next to him, an ember of burning hatred appearing in her previously blank eyes.
The difference to Kislev, he supposed, was that there were goblins scrambling all over them poking and jabbing here and there. That and the huge chains that had been wrapped and tied around all of the various machines and then jammed into the ground with literal hundreds of iron stakes that had been shoved and hammered as deep into the ground as possible. Even as they watched, one of the hellcannons literally let loose a basso roar and violently lurched in place which snapped some of the chains, catching two slower goblins beneath its suddenly spinning wheels and grinding them apart with loud screeches and screams. The other goblins on the work crew whooped and hollered, laughing and cackling at the fate of the unfortunate pair, before scrambling around to gather up the snapped chains and then lash them over the hellcannon again.
"Bludwort! Bludwoooort!" He heard one of the taller goblins call out. "One of dem spikey pets done got ornery 'gain!"
There was an instant answer from behind one of the larger amalgamations of Chaos and metal.
