The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 208 Marauders

Seeing Ansen put all the pistol parts into his arms, Luo Han could only sigh helplessly.

Although this 'bolt pistol' is powerful, even he who has the body of a [living saint] can feel the slight numbness of the tiger's mouth, let alone the soldiers with mortal bodies.

Maybe in the future, after Anson can make this weapon more perfect, Rohan will consider including it in the army.

As for now, although this arsenal has just been built, it should still be possible to imitate some suggested gunpowder weapons, right?

After all, in the future unification war of [Pandor Continent], these relatively cheap firearms that are easier to deploy on a large scale are the weapons of war that Rohan needs most.

"Anson, apart from these things, how about the other weapons I want you to prepare, such as muskets and cannons similar to Buckley?"

Facing Luohan's inquiry, Anson showed a look of embarrassment on his face, and then began to complain:

"My lord, this world is really too desolate. Maybe these people used to have powerful industries and technologies, but now they have been completely reduced to ruins. We can only use existing gunpowder.

Therefore, we need more manpower to rebuild the ruins of those factories, and more guards to resist those wasteland looters! "

"Marauders? Are there any other survivors?"

Hearing Anson talk about the 'plunderers' that existed in this world, Lohan frowned all of a sudden.

He had already heard about this matter.

These bastards riding motorcycles and holding old submachine guns have long caused the leader of the Silver Dragon Knights, Alien, a headache.

It's not because of how strong these looters are, but because these guys never go together in groups, and it's hard to be wiped out at once.

They wandered around in a small team of a dozen people, hunting and killing the engineering team sent by Elaine, causing an extremely serious waste of materials and manpower.

However, their caves were all built in tunnels and caves, and there were a few damn heavy machine guns blocking the door, so even the Ash Dragon Riders didn't dare to attack rashly.

After thinking for a while, a strange light gradually lit up in Luohan's eyes, and he murmured to the gray dragons playing in the air:
"This is just as troublesome as the damn Ratman... Then take this opportunity to study how to conduct tunnel warfare!"

———A few weeks later, somewhere in the ridge
"Boss, look, these guys have a lot of supplies, even fresh beef. They don't look like people who make a living in the wasteland."

"Yeah, boss, I think we should attack their factories, they must be hiding more goodies!"

Inside the cave, a dozen or so men in leather jackets and sunglasses were excitedly looking at the fat and lard placed on the ground, and looking excitedly at the boss.

They are a well-known local speeding party, with nearly a thousand motorcycles and riders, as well as a large number of weapons and ammunition.

In the past, they lived in a dark cave every day, living on mushrooms and robbing the surrounding survivor camps, just like Quinn, the survivor who lived in the abandoned castle.

But just a few months ago, those flying dragons hovering in the sky suddenly disappeared, leaving only ashes and scorched earth on the ground.

Just when they were puzzled, some carriages wearing strange armor and holding crossbows suddenly appeared on the surrounding roads.

Most importantly, these convoys are full of supplies they desperately need!
The speeders, who were not good at it, simply did not do anything, and directly attacked these convoys on motorcycles, shooting these unlucky guys with submachine guns.

Although the guards in the convoy resisted desperately, they arranged for snipers to easily solve them.

There were also some survivors who tried to escape on horseback, but no matter how fast they ran, how could they run as fast as a motorcycle, so they were wiped out by the speeding gang.

And just yesterday, their team managed to ambush a convoy full of fuel and food, and it took a day to bring it all back.

Looking at all kinds of food on the ground exuding the smell of meat, the boss of the speeding party sat strong and calmly on the leather jacket, smoking a cigarette while touching the woman's buttocks in his arms and shouting:

"Boys, call all the cooks up, we're going to have a good meal in the next few days, and then look for an opportunity to attack that factory!"

"Great!"

The skinny riders shouted excitedly, and even a few hungry and dizzy had already cut off a few pieces of raw meat with a knife, savoring it carefully with tears in their eyes.

They hadn't tasted meat for years, so they didn't even notice, and dozens of wooden barrels full of fat and gasoline were scattered aside by them.

All the idle people ran to the kitchen, smelling the nostalgic smell of meat in the air, and swallowing their saliva one after another as they watched the sizzling steak.

Even the guards standing guard with machine guns at the door could smell the fragrance in the cave, and turned their heads to look at the kitchen.

"It's delicious. I'm tired of eating mushrooms and batter. I must have a big meal today!"

"If I remember correctly, there seems to be a few bottles of wine in the spoils of the previous few times. It would be even more beautiful if I could get a small sip."

……

The guards started bragging and beating each other. Since it was already evening meal, they didn't notice the black shadow slowly approaching at the foot of the mountain.

A sentry was sitting on a chair, looking at the members of the Speeding Party who had already started eating, he couldn't help but sigh:
"Ah~ It's so fragrant, it should be our turn in a while, right?"

"Don't worry, it's not your turn anymore!"

puff~
The sound of the body being torn apart came from behind, and the severe pain came from the chest, making the sentinel want to cry out, but his mouth was covered.

Seeing the pure black palm piercing through his chest, already holding his beating heart in the palm, the sentinel exhausted his last strength to look back:

An illusory black shadow was standing behind him, with no face, no hair, only unimaginable cold and pain.

"What... uh!"

Another sentinel seemed to have noticed the movement of the shadow, and when he was about to raise his gun to check, he was also pierced through the heart by a sharp claw.

"Hello, have you eaten? This is the fresh beef I sent specially. You should have lived up to my heart, right?"

Looking at the struggling sentinel hanging on his arm, Luohan smiled and squeezed the heart on the golden claw blade, and then drew out his blood-stained left hand.

Blood dripped slowly from the golden claws, and the sharp claws that shone with golden lightning were not stained with any blood, and they were still so perfect.

【Claw of Holy Brilliance】

[The god of craftsman - the sacred claw forged by Vaal himself, forged from a piece of gold that has stolen the sun's brilliance, is the favorite collection of Crimson Kane]

[Characteristics: melee attack +20, armor-piercing damage +200, never defeated, good at fighting demons]

[Skill: Claw of Xuanxi
The souls of all flesh and blood killed by the holy blade will be burned forever, and their souls will eventually be scattered!
Melee attack +15, melee defense +10, duration: 60 seconds, cooling time: 30 days]

(End of this chapter)