The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 221 I am a mouse, I am unlucky
After several days of getting along, Pushkin finally got acquainted with these dwarves and became the tallest member of the dwarf reinforcements.

Although the whereabouts of the expedition team were exposed to the surveillance of the Norscans in order to save him at the beginning, the dwarves did not mean to blame him for this.

Finally, after experiencing several night raids by the Norscan direwolves, the whole team finally arrived at the northern city of Kislev——Pragge.

This [Cursed City] has not been harassed by the Chaos Demon at this time, but the city is already full of mobilized citizens and troops.

After bidding farewell to the dwarf team, Pushkin took the small purse from the bearded dwarf and looked at the strange city blankly.

He could see fear and fear from the faces of every citizen passing by, as well as determination and anger from the eyes of those Cossack fighters.

There is no doubt that although the city is also in chaos because of the impending attack of Chaos, there are still a large number of loyal fighters standing firmly on the front line.

"My brothers and sisters, the motherland is calling your name, join us in the Great Patriotic War!"

On every street, you can see Orthodox priests in red robes shouting at the top of their lungs, preaching patriotic ideas to the young people in the crowd.

Many enthusiastic young people are following behind these priests. They will be sent to the barracks to receive simple training, and then go to the battlefield as conscripts.

"Joining the army...seems to be pretty good."

Looking at those boys who were as young as himself and went to the battlefield without hesitation, Pushkin's eyes also showed hatred for chaos.

He has long put life and death aside, and now he just wants to kill three Norscans on the battlefield with his own hands, and avenge his parents and the little bear!

And the priest also seemed to have noticed Pushkin standing on the side of the street. He thought that this young child was separated from his family, so he stepped forward and asked:

"Son, do you need help, do you want me to arrange someone to take you to your parents?"

"No, respected priest, I hope you can arrange for me to join the army, and I also want to fight the Norse on the battlefield!"

Pushkin could only worry that his firm voice spread throughout the alley. People looked at this young and thin figure in amazement, but felt that the other party was so stalwart.

Seeing that such a young child is willing to serve the motherland, the priest excitedly shook Pushkin's hand, and shouted to the hesitant citizens around him:
"Er Sun, look at this child. Even he knows to die for the country at this age. Don't you feel less affection for the motherland than this child?"

"Fart, I am absolutely loyal to the motherland, and I want to join the army!"

"I'm coming too. Even such a child is willing to sacrifice his life for the country. How can I let the glory of others shine on me and remain indifferent!"

……

Those words instantly touched the heartstrings of all the young and middle-aged people present, and everyone came to the priest with howls, ready to fight to the death with those Norscans.

As the focus of attention, Pushkin stood in the crowd somewhat blindfolded, looking at the sea of ​​people who drowned him at a loss.

He was originally not dominant in height and physique, so he was no match for these strong Cossacks. He was immediately pushed to the back of the line by the crowd, and finally disappeared in the crowd.

It wasn't until the noisy crowd left with the priest that Pushkin, who was at the back, realized this, and hurriedly chased after him and shouted:
"Wait a minute, I haven't registered yet, I haven't registered yet!"

He really wanted to fight the Norscans, so he didn't leave these noisy teams, but squeezed in with all his strength.

Everyone, including Pushkin himself, didn't notice, but at the same time he was firmly pursuing the priest, an imperceptible blue light flashed in his eyes.

——West of Prager, Fortress of Ostrosk
"Squeaky, run!"

"NO, NO! These Norscan monkeys are mad!"

"Damn monkeys, horned rats and the rotting clan will remember your actions, YES, YES!"

Countless ratmen struggled to escape from the burning ruins, looking in horror at the Khorne army behind them who were massacring, and hurriedly fled towards the pit of hell.

These poor little mice belonged to the small clan under the [Rotten Clan], and they were originally planning to rebuild the ruins, and made contributions to the clan diligently.

However, this Khorne army that suddenly appeared did not even give them a chance to communicate, and directly tore their compatriots to pieces!
"Roar!"

Behind these ratmen, a dozen rat trolls with a height of three meters were fighting desperately with the Chaos Warriors, screaming and throwing the huge mace and sharp claws on their wrists at the surrounding Norscans.

The crazy offensive once caused the surrounding Norscans to retreat again and again, and it seemed that they really delayed the Norscans' offensive.

However, the Chaos Warriors are not vegetarians, let alone they are Khorne believers!

Under the more bloody and frenzied battle, these Khorne Chaos Warriors holding scarlet battle axes in both hands are leaving bloodstains on the body of the rat troll.

Even though the rat trolls continued to heal their wounds with their physique strengthened by the dimension stone, the Khorne warriors cut harder.

Creatures that can continuously spray blood and can't be killed must be able to please the blood god better, right?

Hundreds of battleaxes inscribed with blasphemous runes fell on the stitched muscles of the rat trolls, and finally they began to be overwhelmed and fell in a pool of blood.

A Khorne warrior chopped off the rat troll's head with an axe, then picked up the ugly head and shouted:

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull seat!"

Rumbling--

As soon as the words fell, the ground of the ruins suddenly began to shake violently, and then three sharp giant blades stabbed out from the ground, splitting this Chaos Warrior into four pieces!

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the blood of the compatriots was splashed on the surrounding Chaos warriors, and there was even a piece of fresh blood sausage hanging from a warrior's rabbit ear.

However, this bloody scene did not make them feel fear or boredom, but they looked at the huge figure breaking out of the ground even more frantically:
The huge body with a height of six meters rises from the ground, covered with twisted and swelled unknown muscles, and its fur is inlaid with dense dimensional stones, which makes people feel disgusted just by looking at it.

The most frightening thing was that two pairs of terrifying sharp claws several meters long were bound to the arms of this huge body, and the six rusty long blades shone with blood-colored brilliance, which made people fear.

It's a mutant rat troll from a corrupt clan!

Compared with the inferior rat troll of the Soretail clan that Rohan had encountered, this rat troll was not only larger in size, but also had a dimensional stone engine embedded in its back.

The surrounding ground continuously emitted dazzling green lightning, all of which showed the terrifying power of this ferocious monster!
Roar!
The mutant rat troll raised its hands violently, aimed at the Chaos Warriors of Khorne in front of it, and immediately chopped several warriors who couldn't dodge into pieces with its sharp claws.

However, the Chaos Warriors swung their double axes even more excitedly, and kept charging towards the mutant rat troll, as if they were going to use human sea tactics to submerge this giant beast.

"Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull Sacrifice Skull Block!"

As long as you can chop off the head of this giant beast and sacrifice it to the blood god, then you will definitely be blessed and blessed, right?
(End of this chapter)