The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 409 The Plague of the End of the World
Just when the entire Gran City was in panic due to the sudden plague, the rat lair at the bottom of the Mine Mountains had also received reports of the battle that took place in the harbor:
"YES! YES! It is indeed the latest achievement created by the Plague Clan by merging plague and dimensional stone sewage. Even the elves cannot withstand such a terrifying plague!"

On the pier of the Skaven Harbor, Chuanquillo was watching with enthusiasm as hundreds of engineering warlocks in protective suits were pouring buckets of dark green warpstone sewage into the ocean.

On the boulders on the coast, several gray prophets holding their staffs high were sucking the dimensional stone powder that can enhance their power, and then using their staffs to stir up the turbid sea water.

wow~
Due to the influence of the Rat Man's magic, a strange whirlpool is setting off on the sea floor at this moment, rushing the polluted water towards Gran City and Kalonde Kal in the distance, spreading the chaos pollution even further!

With the smooth implementation of this plan, Chuanquillo has also completely gained a reputation among the Mobides clan that was originally struggling to survive in Nagaros, so naturally it is inevitable to receive the flattery of other ratmen:

"As expected of the great Lord Chuanquillo, he managed to make those damn pointed-eared things fall into an unprecedented panic with just a little trick. Such a great achievement simply surpasses all warlords!"

"In the past, under the leadership of Regos, we could only shrink and survive underground. Now, under the leadership of His Excellency Chuanquero, a new era of ratmen is coming!"

"Yes, yes, if there are any tasks of the Thirteenth Council that require our assistance in the future, please put in a good word for us in front of the council."

……

The Storm Rats who had once been loyal to Regos all snuggled up to Chuanquillo. From the oil stains on the corners of their mouths, it was easy to tell that they had had a good meal during this period.

Almost every discerning rat has already seen that Warlord Regos can no longer make the final decision in the Rat's Nest Mine. Only Chuanquillo will be the new ruler in the future.

Not to mention that more and more Clan Rats and Storm Rats from the Gray Prophet Clan have come to the lair. Even the mercenary weapons team from the Skryre Clan has arrived, obviously taking the place of the Morbidus Clan.

Under such circumstances, who else would refuse Chuanquero's invitation?

"Hahahaha, you are all brave and loyal rat warriors. Don't worry, there will be many missions that will require you."

Chuanquluo, who was admired by the stars, felt that he had reached the peak of rat life at this moment. He did not hesitate to draw unachievable pie for the surrounding storm rats, with a playful smile in his eyes.

Haha, do these idiots actually think they can go back alive?
Now that the Dark Elf city is struggling to deal with the mutated dimensional stone beasts and plague, it is natural that cannon fodder is needed to cover his journey through the forest to the Witch Forest!

Now there are so many ready-made cannon fodders of the Morbidus clan actively obeying his command, plus the thousands of Storm Rats and Dimensional Weapon Boys prepared by the Gray Prophet clan for this expedition, it is enough for the great Gray Prophet to The Master Seer realizes his evil plan!
Thinking of this, Chuanquillo had an ugly smile on his face, and then ordered to the Storm Rats present:

"YES! YES! Since you all want to assist me so much, then ask your army to prepare for the expedition. It is time for us to complete the great mission of the Horned Rat!
Go forth, fearless Skaven warriors, to win victory for the Horned Rat and the Council of Thirteen! "

"YES!"

"Kill all the pointy-eared things, DIE! DIE!"

As Chuanquillo's order spread throughout the Rat's Nest Mine, countless hungry slave rats began to dig holes under the whips of the clan rats, heading towards the heather fields in the distance.

Since the Gray Prophet brought plenty of food, the rat people were tempted by the big cake and became more efficient than ever before. All members participated in this great expedition for the birth of the Great Horned Rat.

The Dimension Crusher and the Nest Dread Rat began to dig holes wildly. They easily passed through the elven cities with empty defenses, and quietly began to approach the Doomsday Woodland.

However, Chuanquluo, who had fallen into a state of complacency at this moment, did not realize that just as he was leading all the rat people towards the heather, a pair of vicious blood-red eyes were staring at his back in the dark:

"That's...my clan!"

———Pandor Continent, Imperial Capital
Rohan, who was far away from the Warhammer world at the moment, did not know that Naggaroth was in danger at this moment, but the Wild Hunting Elves of the Tribunal still made him notice the strange movements in Gran City:
"A plague broke out in Grand City?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, the alchemists have discovered a large amount of components contaminated by warpstone from the sea water. Admiral Daario has now issued a blockade order for the entire city and is currently disinfecting the entire city."

"That's it...it seems that the culprit of the pollution caused by the warpstone is most likely not the pollution caused by the Nahu believers. It should be the remaining rat clans from the rat eradication war, right?"

Rohan looked at the Wild Hunt elf in front of him with some emotion, who had come to notify him urgently through teleportation magic, and he couldn't help but recall every bit of the time he had followed His Majesty the Witch King to fight against the Ratmen.

At first, the entire Nagaros was in a state of panic due to the rat-man plague, so His Majesty the Witch King had to build a large number of medical facilities and alchemy pharmacies, and finally eliminated the threat of the plague to the elves little by little.

However, if the power of the Ratmen has appeared in the sewers of Grand City now, even Rohan, who is dealing with the relationship between Noldor and Pandor, cannot completely ignore it, so he can only say helplessly:

"How is the current situation in the sewers? I had anticipated that there might be a tunnel battle, so now can our demon hunters and flamethrowers go in and deal with the ratmen inside?"

"I'm afraid not, Your Majesty. The Witcher's magic and the Flamethrower's flames may damage the sewer pipes and ignite the methane, so we can only use pure physical attacks to deal with it."

The Wild Hunt Elf had already learned about the current situation in Gran City from Dario, so he directly shook his head and rejected the method proposed by Rohan, and instead told the other party about the current situation in the sewers.

After all, although the possible threat of ratmen had been taken into consideration when the sewers were built, how could Rohan, who was not yet wealthy at that time, use precious magic materials to build sewers?

Rohan obviously also knew that the sewers where flamethrowers cannot be used are not suitable for dark elves to fight, so he could only wave his hands with a headache:

"Well... this kind of thing should really be handled by professionals. I will discuss countermeasures with the Dwarf High King. In the meantime, deal with the plague first." "Yes, great one. King of Akagi!"

"Go, remember to ask Daario to seal all entrances and exits to the sewers, and I will hire soldiers from the dwarves to deal with the ratmen in the sewers."

Seeing the figure of the Wild Hunt Elf slowly disappearing in the teleportation magic, Rohan stood up from the golden throne with a headache, and then stretched lazily.

Although he can definitely return to the Warhammer world and take command personally, there are still many things that he needs to do personally at the moment:
The Noldor elves are no longer a threat to him, so the envoy sent by the other party is also negotiating the subordination treaty between the two parties, and is only one step away from the completion of the [Artifact Quest].

Under such circumstances, as the sole ruler of Pendor, he naturally cannot leave during such a crucial meeting, not to mention that they currently do not even know the number and conspiracy of the Skaven.

More importantly, in order to prevent the large-scale flooding of ratmen in the sewers, the distance between the corridors was reduced to limit large-scale battles when it was built.

In this case, choosing to let those dwarf warriors who are good at tunnel combat enter the sewers to fight will be much stronger than the elves.

"Tsk~ Trouble, I don't know if Erickson has any extra soldiers who can come to Nagaroth to assist in the battle. It would be great if there are some bearded warriors or butchers."

Recalling that the caravan that went to Eternal Peak through the portal some time ago received a large number of arms orders, Rohan felt a little unsure, so he could only choose to go to Eternal Peak in person to inquire about the situation.

Alas, life is difficult for everyone now.

————Eternal Peak, in the hall
"Borrowing troops? Hahahaha, this is..."

Just as Rohan expected, when he revealed everything about his intention to borrow troops to exterminate the rats, Erickson and other dwarf clan representatives showed embarrassment on their faces.

This is not because they are unwilling to help. In fact, in order to maintain the current friendship between the dwarves and the dark elves, both Rohan and Erickson are showing consideration and understanding to each other:
Rifled muskets produced from the Forge World are a sought-after commodity among almost every dwarf clan, and even the most difficult dwarf craftsmen have to admit the precision of the dark elves' craftsmanship.

The helicopters and steam tanks obtained through shared technology made the dwarf masters of the Engineers Guild become arrogant. They said they did not like to use elven technology, but in the end they were very honest when using it.

With such a close relationship, how could Erickson be indifferent to Lohan's request for help?

"Although I also want to help you, a powerful greenskin tribe has appeared in the south of Eternal Peak. Belegar Iron Hammer from Eight Peaks Mountain is also planning to take back his hometown, and he also wants to borrow a lot from us. The elite warriors are really weak at the same time."

"I can understand the plight and suffering the dwarves are suffering now, so I only need you to send an exploration team composed of a small number of elites to help find out the ratman's lair and purpose."

Facing Erickson's complaint, Rohan naturally understood that what the other party said was true, because now almost the entire Order side is in war, and the dwarves are about to start the protracted battle on the Eight Peaks Mountain.

If nothing else goes wrong, all the dwarf kingdoms will fall into the quagmire of war, and they will not be able to get a short respite until Thorgrin the Resentment takes the throne.

But even so, the never-ending apocalyptic plague and the swarming green skins are like a bloodletting trough, constantly consuming the scarce vitality of each dwarf kingdom, and eventually they can only helplessly go to destruction.

Faced with this situation, Rohan naturally could not just watch his die-hard allies on the order side fall into the abyss, so he came up with his own solution:

"Well, as the saying goes, professional counterparts, since the dwarves are better at fighting the ratmen in narrow tunnels, then let's just send the reinforcements that were originally going to the Eight Peaks Mountain to fight in Nagaroth!"

As soon as he said this, Erickson, who was sitting on the throne, immediately frowned, and then his white beard shook like a rattle and refused:
"This is impossible! My friend, you may not know how important Eight Peaks Mountain is to us dwarves..."

"Don't worry. Since Belegar Hammer's opponents are the greenskins and ratmen who live in the badlands and hilly areas, it will be up to the human troops under my command to assist you in retaking the Eight Peaks Mountain."

However, Rohan continued to speak astonishingly. He looked calmly at the shocked clan representatives present, and then began to promote his [Order Side Alliance Plan] incessantly:
"Compared to elves and humans, the dwarf warriors living in the mountains have always been known for their perseverance and tenacity. Even we elves have to admit that you are as indestructible as a rock against the dark world."

"Cough, it's a prize."

The surrounding clan representatives all blushed at the heartfelt praise, but their faces also showed nostalgia and pride for the glorious past of the dwarves.

Such boastful words came from the mouth of a proud elf. It was really... embarrassing!

Seeing that his boast had achieved such an effect, Rohan's heart suddenly became stable, because he knew that his plan was half successful:
"But the rock-solid dwarves are not without their shortcomings. The turbulent greenskins surge out of the badland as if they can never be wiped out. Even the dwarves are unable to cope with such a large number of waves.

Just like if you want to take back the Eight Peaks Mountains occupied by the Skaven and Greenskins, you will inevitably need to fight them in the hills and plains, and Belegar Hammer's expeditionary force does not have an advantage in numbers.

In this case, how about we cooperate with each other and I send troops to help you complete the great cause of regaining Bafeng Mountain, and you help me deal with the invading ratmen, how about it? "

It has to be said that Rohan's condition does seem very tempting, and even the usually rigid dwarf representatives couldn't help but fall into low-pitched discussions.

Erickson retracted his previous friendly gaze, looked seriously at the calm and fearless dark elf lord below, and said the question that all the dwarves present were most concerned about:
"Are you... are you plotting for us to rent the treasure left in Bafeng Mountain first?"

(End of this chapter)