The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 404 Demon Hunter Instructor

It is a pity that Rohan did not master any methods of reading memory or absorbing souls, so he could not know the whereabouts of Alaclay from the mouth of the resentful Noldor nobleman in front of him.

But even so, he can conduct simple lie detection and suspicion by observing the details of the other person's face and heartbeat:
"If I ask you directly about Alacle's location, then I think there is a high probability that you won't tell me directly, right?"

"Humph!"

The unarmed Noldor noble obviously did not respond to Rohan's plan. His eyes were full of murderous intent and hatred for the Kingdom of Pendor, which made Rohan, who had become the ruler of Pendor, very unhappy.

The loser is not qualified to make conditions, let alone show off to him!
He has also guessed that the reason why this Noldor cavalry rushed out of the Black Forest was most likely to buy time for the elves of Aracle. The only question now is what they want to do:
"You knew that you were going to die but you still ran out to delay time. I have to say that your courage is indeed worthy of praise, but it is impossible that you really came here to die... Are you going to evacuate, or stay in Pendor?"

As a black guard who excels in friendship, Rohan naturally knows how to put pressure on others, so he deliberately pretended to say a lot of nonsense casually, and then suddenly asked.

His eyes were fixed on the expression of the Noldor noble, trying to determine what the elf was thinking through his micro-expressions and heartbeat.

Unlike the relatively simple human language, the complex Elvish language with various rune languages ​​is not only much more complicated in terms of notes and various pronunciations, but the same language needs to be conveyed through different micro-expressions.

At the same time, this is also the reason why the relationship between humans and elves is not harmonious, because human scholars always naively think that they have learned the language of elves, but the exaggerated expressions on their faces always annoy the elves.

Perception that is several times stronger than that of humans makes elves the most natural artists and magicians, and it also makes their expression management extremely rich:

"Ah, in fact, I have already guessed that you are likely to evacuate the Pendor Continent. After all, if it were me, I couldn't bear to be trapped in the small black forest."

Seeing the complex expression on the face of the Noldor nobleman and the slightly accelerated heartbeat when he heard the word 'evacuate', Rohan turned around and flew into the sky in satisfaction, and then said sarcastically:

"But you are so stupid. You came to the Black Forest from the east of Pendor continent by boat. Do you think I didn't think that you might evacuate from the sea?

Now Di Lingang's fleet has already blocked the entire east coast. As soon as your evacuation fleet appears, it will be under fire from the navy. By then..."

"You devil, they are just a bunch of defenseless women and children!"

Before he finished speaking, the Noldor noble who had been kneeling on the ground with his hands tied stood up angrily from the blood-red grassland, his eyes reddened and he stared at the joking Rohan in the sky.

Although the Noldor elves can be regarded as a martial nation with all the people in arms, after experiencing previous battles, he already had a general understanding of the fighting power of these Pendor people who had surrendered to the dark elves.

There is no doubt that the Noldor navy responsible for covering the evacuation fleet cannot be the opponent of the Pendor armored fleet!
But he didn't understand why this fellow elf would be so cruel that he would kill them all.
Facing the hatred of this Noldor nobleman, Rohan waved the long sword in his hand to untie the rope on the opponent's body indifferently, and then said seriously:

"No, no, no, I have no interest in those so-called old, weak, women and children. All I want is your craftsmanship in forging runes and your oath of allegiance."

"You'll never get anything from Ella Clay!"

"I suggest you'd better go back and report. If I really can't get anything, then why should I leave myself a group of guys in Pendor who will cause me trouble?"

Luohan spoke the coldest language with a smile all over his face. After all, the main reason why he was unwilling to learn the black magic that could extract memories was that this kind of magic easily affected the mind.

But if the Noldor Elf is really stubborn, then he really doesn't mind going to Ainz Ooal Gown in another world to exchange for some magic that can resurrect the dead or control memories!

"...I'll tell them."

The Noldor noble obviously also knew that what Rohan said now standing in front of him was not a threat, but just stating the facts, so he just remained silent for a moment before limping away and preparing to lead his horse away.

After all, this matter was of great importance, and all the thousands of Noldorchi soldiers he had brought out had now died in battle. He had to go back and explain to the lords who were still waiting for his news.

However, Luo Han did not simply spare the other party, but waved his hand to stop him:
"You're still thinking about riding away. That's my trophy. As the loser, you seem to have not accepted the outcome of defeat? Hahaha~"

Rohan's laughter resounded on the battlefield filled with Noldor elves' corpses. Looking at the rune weapons shining with various lights on the corpses around him, he reached out to the Pendor musketeers behind and ordered:

"Tear off all my loot and find a place to burn all the bodies. If there are survivors, try to save them as much as possible. Don't let them affect my subsequent negotiations."

"As ordered!"

After receiving Rohan's order, the impatient soldiers immediately rushed towards the corpses of the gorgeously dressed elves around them, and then collected precious trophies from them.

Luohan, on the other hand, silently looked at the progress bar of the artifact mission that gradually began to grow on the system panel, with a satisfied smile gradually showing on his face.

After finishing the artifact mission here and having his first child born, it is time to consider finding another world to enhance his strength.

As for the Four Gods of Chaos, who want him to lead the demon army to conquer the new world and act as a lackey?

As the saying goes, "the general will be subject to military orders abroad", not to mention that he is not the eternal god, and he has no obligation to help Chaos with white jobs!

——Warhammer World, Gran City. While Rohan was still thinking about the wonderful future in Pendor, Daario and Tyrion in Warhammer World were also busy building railway tracks. After busy:
"So, what we currently need is a large amount of wood as sleepers and a large amount of steel for laying rails, but the Forge World has already stocked rails, so we are currently short of wood."

With the help of the robotic exoskeleton, Tyrion's height has now grown to an astonishing 1.5 meters, so he can also wear a safety helmet to help direct the construction of the railway station outside the city.

Watching the Wild Hunt elves driving steam trucks to transport rails one by one into the warehouse, Tyrion couldn't help but count the amount of steel with some confusion and asked:

"It's strange. I remember that some time ago, the Forging World should have shipped a batch of formed rails and steel materials for building railway stations. Why does the warehouse seem to be inconsistent with the amount on the account now?"

"Perhaps they were forged into weapons and sent to the front lines. After all, the war in Ulthuan is becoming more and more fierce, and there will inevitably be a shortage of logistical materials and steel."

"But your lord Rohan specially built this warehouse outside the city for the purpose of building a railway station. The supplies to support the front line should have been shipped to Anaheim, right?"

"This...I don't know. Except for the quartermaster from Anaheim, no other convoy has been to this warehouse recently. I will check again."

Hearing that the quartermaster was also confused about the whereabouts of this batch of lost supplies, Tyrion couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. Could it be that a corrupt official had secretly removed this batch of supplies?
No, these quartermasters are all served by the Silver Mist Guards under Rohan, and the patrol team from Grand City will also be responsible for guarding the materials here. It is basically impossible for them to be lost for no reason.

And although the quantity of this missing material is not too large, it still requires at least several trucks or a dozen horse-drawn carriages to transport it away!
You must know that this is Rohan's base camp, and being able to steal supplies from under the noses of the Silver Mist guards, and even the Shadow Patrol patrolling the mountains and forests outside Gran City, is no longer an ordinary act of stealing.

This is fucking performance art!

Thinking of this, Tyrion even felt that this warehouse made him feel very insecure, so he gave the order and prepared to leave:

"You'd better check it carefully. The laying of the railway will officially start tomorrow. If that cold-faced man Dario knows that there is a loss of supplies on your side, it will not be an ordinary criminal law!"

"Don't worry, City Lord, this warehouse was built half a year ago. I will carefully check the entry and exit of every material!"

The quartermasters were obviously aware of the seriousness of the problem. Although they did not know that there was an organization like the Tribunal under Dario that was specifically responsible for taking over corrupt officials, they also knew that the other party was known for being strict.

If it falls into the hands of Dario, if a whole body can be left behind, that would really be a happy ending!
Thinking of this, the quartermaster couldn't help but shudder, and finally hurriedly slipped back into the warehouse and began to inquire about the incoming and outgoing construction materials during the recent period.

"Eh... I really still can't adapt to such a fantasy world. I heard that a demon hunter instructor came recently. Maybe I should ask some professional demon hunters to handle things here?"

And Tyrion didn't have the heart to stay here any longer. He looked at the arrow towers built around the warehouse and the heavily guarded barracks in the distance with some distress, and couldn't figure out why this happened for a while.

Undoubtedly, under the influence of the Tribunal, there are not many corrupt officials in Grand City who would dare to sell steel so blatantly.

After all, we are now in a war period, and all supplies are controlled materials that need to be provided to the front line first. Basically, no dark elves are willing to do such a thankless transaction under such circumstances.

But once this option is eliminated, things become much more serious!

An unknown force is currently stealing high-quality steel from the railway station warehouse. Although the quantity is not large, the incident itself has made him feel a little frightened!

You must know that the alien forces in the continent of Nagaros are by no means a minority. The beasts and greenskins wandering in the forest alone are already the cheapest source of goods in the slave market.

As for the Tomb Kings?Rat man?dwarf?Wood elf?
Everything is possible!
"No matter what, our most powerful leader is not in this world at the moment, so we need to prepare for the worst..."

Thinking of this, Tyrion began to lead the Silver Mist guards who were responsible for protecting his own safety and returned to Gran City as soon as possible. Then he found Dario who was handling the transfer of supplies and explained the situation.

Faced with such a serious missing material, Dario, as Rohan's adjutant, naturally had to take on the responsibility of the investigation, so he sent someone to find the demon hunter instructor who had recently traveled to Grand City:

"Witcher instructor of the Wolf School, I heard that you single-handedly hunted down the crazy manticore that destroyed the manor near Gran City some time ago. I wonder if you are willing to help us investigate some things?"

In the main hall of Gran City, Dario sat in front of the bonfire and looked at the white-haired demon hunter in front of him who was wearing a leather jacket-type chainmail and equipped with two long swords, one steel and one silver, on his back. The iron mask was on the bonfire. Under the illumination, there was a strange firelight.

Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde, this is a really stinky and long name.

When I first came into contact with this demon hunter instructor, he came to Grand City as a special instructor from Rohan to teach those young demon hunters who had just completed the Green Grass Trial but were unable to perfectly master their own powers.

Daario used to dislike witchers. After all, they also hunted large beasts. The dark elf trainers could turn those beasts into melted tools and consumables, and witchers were quite expensive to build.

However, such a seemingly ordinary demon hunter can wander alone in the terrifying wasteland of Naggaroth and hunt various monsters. He is even called the 'White Wolf' by those shadows who think they are superior!
"I already have a general understanding of your problems. I think what you need now is to punish those corrupt officials, rather than come to me, a little witcher, to help you catch corrupt officials."

In the face of Dario's inquiry, Geralt did not show any interest, and there was no expression on his weather-beaten face.

After all, if it weren't for his adopted daughter Shiri's request that he be able to assist her in working together, and by the way being hired by Rohan with a large sum of money to expand the number of apprentices of the Wolf School, he would not have come to the unfamiliar Nagaroth.

As a demon hunter, he has an almost unlimited lifespan, so apart from satisfying his most basic physiological needs, there is not much that can impress him.

(End of this chapter)