The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 408 Sichuan Bao can fly with confidence

"Chuan...chuan..."

Regos stared at the horned rat-man in front of him with a bone helmet on his head. The glands continued to exude a smell of fear that only the rat-men could detect into the surrounding air.

As a rat warlord who once came from the Demon Rat Abandoned City, he was naturally no stranger to the clan representatives from the Thirteenth Supreme Council.

And at this moment, the broken-horned gray prophet who appeared in front of him was suddenly one of the new leaders of the gray prophet clan, Chuan Kuiluo, from the legendary rat-man clan most favored by the horned rats!

"Grrrr~ Didn't you expect that my reputation has even been heard in distant Nagaroth? It seems that my efforts have finally paid off, YES! YES!"

Chuanquluo sniffed the rich smell of fear in the surrounding air with satisfaction, and then looked at the other gray prophet next to him with some confusion and asked:
"It's strange. I remember that a junior brother of mine also came to Nagaroth. Why didn't he come out to greet me?"

"Great... great Master Chuanquluo, although I don't know the name of your junior brother, we haven't seen a gray prophet or an engineering warlock who can use magic for a long time. He must have been unfortunately killed. .

In fact, those hateful pointed ears have not stopped hunting us. Now that we have not eaten normal food for a long time, I am afraid that we will not be able to undertake the next task..."

Facing the eyes of the two Gray Prophets looking at him, Regos felt like he was helpless like a pet rat that could be manipulated at will, so he could only pretend to complain.

Through the previous conversation with another Gray Prophet, he already knew what role the Morbids clan would play in the next great plan of the Horned Rat, which was to act as mercenaries like in the past.

So since he is a mercenary, he should be given some commission, right?
And didn't he say that reinforcements would come to support him in a while? The food problem should be solved by then, right?
"Ah~ My poor junior brother, I didn't expect that I had just inherited the mantle from my master. Before I could talk to you about old times, you would have died in this land far away from home. Wuwuwu~"

Chuanquillo, who is also a rat man, saw through Regos' acting skills at a glance, but he didn't say anything more. Instead, he deliberately pretended to be in pain and started the performance. His acting skills stunned Rego next to him. Sri Lanka.

If he hadn't known in advance that Chuanquluo was a notorious and ambitious rat man, even the Gray Prophet next to him might have thought that the other party was sincerely mourning and crying for his junior brother.

After an unknown amount of time, Chuanquillo slowly pulled his face out of his tear-soaked cuffs. Finally, he pretended to come forward, patted Regos on the shoulder and said:

"Hey, I also know that you are asking for benefits for your clan. I can understand this, but our plan has not officially started yet, so we don't have much money to pay your commission."

"But……"

"But I think if you just need food supplies, then based on my position in the Thirteenth Council, I should be able to bring you food soon, and the commission will be discussed after the war is over, right?"

"It seems that... it's not impossible?"

Hearing that Chuanquillo was willing to send food to Nagaros first, Regos, who was not very smart, immediately attracted attention by sending the immediate benefits behind his back, and then decisively agreed to Chuanquillo's suggestion.

He had been eating roasted rat and black bread for several years, and even the storm rats could only get half a roasted rat at each meal, let alone the hungry clan rats and slave rats.

It’s also thanks to the mutated female rats from other clans being transferred here in advance, otherwise they wouldn’t even be able to eat rat meat!
"YES! YES! We will transport the food in advance, cheese, bread, and all kinds of other meats except rat meat. It is better than the junk food you are eating now!"

Chuanquluo teased the hungry rat warlord in front of him with a playful expression. He liked to see the sharp contrast between the expectant expressions of his despicable compatriots and when they finally fell into the abyss.

commission?What commission?
The Council of Thirteen did prepare a large commission for the Mobides clan, but Chuanquillo believed that the money should be used in more important places, such as in his own pocket.

As for the so-called food...

You lowly rats who have never even admired the glory of the Demonic Rat City are qualified to eat cheese?
He just wants to watch this group of rat people sink into despair in hope, and then wailing and become sacrifices for the arrival of the horned rat in this world!

In human terms, this seems to be called evil fall?

Shaking his head and throwing away all the useless knowledge he had read in human books, Chuanquillo left the cave under the jealous and hostile gazes of other rat people.

He is about to start preparing the great and evil plan for the Horned Rat!
————A few days later, the Mist Temple

At this moment, Grand City did not realize that a terrible apocalyptic plague was about to come. The entire city still maintained a prosperous appearance and seemed defenseless.

What was once a port town that could only be built around the seaside has long since transformed into a prosperous and majestic city. The towering spiked black tower and the magic barrier covering the city are demonstrating the financial strength of the Rohan family.

With the implementation of the immigration plan, Grand City now has 10,000+ Druchi civilians and thousands of nobles responsible for various positions. At the same time, there are not many defenders patrolling the streets. It seems that they are not sure about the next rat people. Unprepared for a sneak attack.

However, anyone who knows something about the social structure of the dark elves will never naively think that this city is an undefended city:

Due to the insufficient population of high elves, each elf needs to perform compulsory military service for 50 years, and during this period, all weapons and equipment need to be purchased by themselves.

The dark elves are completely different. Because the population is too large, the so-called military service system is not popular in the society of the dark elves. Instead, the fathers provide military guidance from childhood, and when they reach adulthood, they are directly sent to the battlefield to obtain trophies in return for the family. .

This has resulted in almost everyone in the dark elf society being a soldier, and the quality of the Drukki warriors cultivated by each family is even more uneven, not to mention the huge number of orphans.

According to common sense, the fear lords are actually not willing to spend money to hire these weak orphan warriors, because the Druchi warriors from the family can easily defeat these poorly trained orphans on the battlefield.

But unlike other lords, the most important part of Rohan's army is these orphans who are inexperienced but full of enthusiasm and are undergoing five years of compulsory military training:

"I heard that because traces of rat men were found in the sewers, Governor Dario has ordered all citizens to be more vigilant and to carry weapons when going out."

"Hahaha, it just so happens that we haven't seen blood for a long time recently. I heard that the compatriots who went to Ulthuan have made a lot of money now. I really want to go to Ulthuan as soon as possible~"

"It's so boring, I want to see rivers of blood..."

……

In the well-equipped military camp, thousands of Druchi warriors undergoing military training were sitting on the ground to rest with bored faces, depressed due to the lack of killing and blood.

The crossbowmen can only practice their skills by shooting at moving targets, the gloomy swordsmen gain experience by dueling with slaves, and the fear spearmen are linked to the formation and shield wall day after day, and their lives have become boring and boring.The blood of Kane flows in the body of every dark elf. Although Gran City is already full of believers of the Lady of the Mist, this does not mean that they no longer believe in the God of Murder, which symbolizes the art of war.

They were clearly equipped with the most sophisticated weapons and equipment in Nagaros, but they could only carry out boring training day after day, which made them a little dissatisfied.

But soon they no longer had to worry about the lack of war, because at this moment, the distant view lighthouse in the harbor suddenly began to ring with rapid bells:
Boom!Boom!Boom!
"Emergency assembly!"

Almost at the moment when the warning bell rang, the Druchi warriors who were still sitting on the ground fishing immediately stood up, and then began to line up and run towards the harbor.

Every soldier's face was filled with enthusiasm for war, and even the citizens carrying weapons on the streets spontaneously ran towards the harbor, obviously ready for battle.

They didn't know what was happening over at the harbor, but this did not affect their interest in the war at all.

Call ~
"It's really unexpected. Didn't those despicable ratmen choose to attack from the sewers, but chose a remote seaport?"

There was a whistling sound in the sky, and Dario was seen flying towards the port with his flesh wings constantly flapping, his light yellow devil eyes constantly taking in the situation below.

Looking at the militiamen and citizens below who spontaneously went to the port to provide support, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he was obviously very satisfied with this situation.

But when he turned his gaze to the coast, his original smile was immediately replaced by uncontrollable shock and anger:

"What the hell is this tm?"

I saw that hundreds of ships that were originally moored in the harbor had long since turned into debris floating on the sea. The broken limbs scattered on the streets of the port demonstrated the cruelty and power of the invaders.

Daario originally thought that the enemy might be a war beast such as a rat troll or a giant nest rat. After all, it was impossible for the rat man's power alone to cause such serious physical tearing.

However, when he turned his attention to the battle beside the city wall, his attention was immediately attracted by these unheard of monsters:

Roar--

Several mutated monsters over ten meters in size were seen constantly fighting to the death with the port defenders. The twisted and huge bodies, the eyes and the foul-smelling yellow pus all over the body made the fighting fearful spearmen miserable.

It stinks, it stinks!

These twisted monsters that looked exactly like Godzilla just swung their twisted and mutated tails, and easily flew away several Drukki warriors blocking the way, and finally fell to the ground hard.

"Go to hell, monster!"

"Be careful, this guy's blood may be corrosive, use long-range attacks as much as possible to deal with it!"

"Huh~huh~ ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——"

Seeing this, several fear spearmen suppressed their disgust and thrust the serrated spears in their hands into the monster's twisted body, trying to stop the giant beast through a phalanx of spears, and then waited for an opportunity to move.

However, this giant beast unscrupulously pounced on the Drukhi warriors as if it was not aware of the pain at all, allowing the sharp spear to embed itself deeply into its festering flesh, continuously spurting out light green blood.

Roar!
This is not over yet. As this ugly monster keeps rolling on the ground, the light green blood containing the element of dimension stone is like an exploding dung truck, scattering flowers among the surrounding soldiers.

However, how could the dark elf warriors just watch the blood splashing on their bodies, so they decisively raised their shields to block the blood in front of them.

I don't know if it was because the spear kept destroying its organs in the body when it rolled just now. The rolling monster soon fell to the ground and lost consciousness. Only pools of foul-smelling blood continued to flow out of the wound.

Not long after, these monsters that attacked from the sea were defeated by the town defenders who came to support them, and eventually turned into stinky corpses that fell on the port.

Seeing that all the landing monsters seemed to have been killed, the port guards who were still on guard relaxed slightly, and then began to prepare to clean up the corpses of the giant beasts that fell on the shore.

"Ms. Misty, my shield is slowly being corroded. The blood of this monster is simply more terrifying than the war hydra!"

"It's so disgusting...yuck!"

"Hey, are you okay? Do you want to consider cleaning the stains on your body... ugh!"

"Be careful... ugh!"

puff~ puff~
Under the horrified gazes of the town defenders who had just arrived at the port, those port guard soldiers who had unfortunately come into contact with the blood of the mutated giant beasts during the battle began to vomit blood, and finally collapsed on the ground feebly and twitched.

The Druchi warriors who had not come into contact with the blood began to retreat and disperse with panic on their faces, while looking at each other with suspicious eyes.

Although it is not yet clear why these soldiers died suddenly, some veterans who have experienced the interview war reacted immediately and hurriedly reminded:
"This must be the rat-man plague! The blood of those mutated giant beasts must be able to spread the plague just like the plague warlocks of the Plague Clan. Now we must stay away from the corpses of those giant beasts immediately!"

"Don't panic. Gran City has the top alchemist guild and doctors in all of Nagaroth, and the temple of Lady Mist is also built here, so there is no need to worry about being infected."

Just when the soldiers were in panic, Dario, who had been observing the situation from the sky, descended from the sky and finally ordered the Druchi soldiers present in a cold voice:

"Now, all of you soldiers who have participated in the battle will immediately start to quarantine on the spot. You are not allowed to return to the city without permission. Even I am not allowed to go back. Do you understand?!"

"As ordered!"

Fortunately, no large-scale riots occurred among the dark elves present, and they began to self-isolate in an orderly manner under Daario's order.

(End of this chapter)