The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 414 The Rat God’s Choice

Time is passing minute by minute, every corner of the world is constantly changing, and every race is busy with its own seemingly endless war:
The elven war in Ulthuan has entered a white-hot stage; the humans of the old world are busy resisting a newly emerged Chaos Warlord; the dwarves are busy with the expedition to regain the Eight Peaks; and the wood elves need to clean up those who have joined forces to try to pollute Iso. The Beastmen and Skaven of Loren...

The entire medieval world is falling into a purgatory of blood and war. Even the power of Khorne in the Chaos Demon Realm has begun to grow stronger, and it seems that it is likely to suppress the other three evil gods.

"WAR... MORE WAR!!!"

Countless pools of magma and blood are continuously pouring out from the Demon Realm of Khorne. The roar of the God of Blood and Skull directly drives the demonic creatures who are fighting each other in the wasteland into madness, waving weapons and howling as they embark on the expansion. The glorious war in the Chaos Demon Realm.

The entire Chaos Demon Realm fell into unprecedented chaos, and the Chaos Gods once again began their never-ending great game with each other, falling into conquests against each other in the Chaos Demon Realm.

Among them, the Horned Rat, as the secondary god of Chaos, is also trying to get himself on the gaming table, but his behavior is obviously a bit too young.

As the Evil God of Chaos, the Great Horned Rat naturally has his own great demons, which are thirteen powerful great demons—Lords of Disaster!
But it is obvious that the strength of these disaster lords can indeed be regarded as overlords in the mortal world, but in the Chaos Demon Realm, it is really a bit unworthy.

What's more, every area of ​​the Chaos Demon Realm has long been occupied by the four most powerful Chaos Evil Gods. Whenever the Horned Rat wants to expand its power, it will inevitably conflict with the four Chaos Gods, which is not what he wants.

But as a despicable rat evil god, although the current objective facts of the Chaos Demonic Realm have made it difficult for him to expand, Rat Rat's subjective initiative still allowed him to come up with a 'brilliant' idea:

Since the Chaos Demon Realm has been occupied by four big guys, why not transfer your base to the mortal world and drink some soup that the big guys don't want?

However, what the Horned Rat didn't know at this moment was that this seemingly very feasible plan was about to make it meet its lifelong enemy!
——Nagaros, Rat’s Nest Mine
"NO! NO! Why are there damn dwarves in the tunnel? Why are there human armies? Why are they everywhere?!"

"SHIT! SHIT! All brave and tenacious clan rat warriors, I will take the magic clock to make a strategic transfer first. You must hold on, I will go find reinforcements for you!"

"Escape for your life!"

……

The entire mine has now fallen into uncontrollable chaos. Countless slave rats and clan rats are scurrying around like headless flies, but no one has moved the Horned Rat Magic Bell.

Even the Storm Rats, who had previously claimed to be making a strategic move, had long since disappeared without a trace, and had apparently already fled to their lair through the complicated underground network.

What, you said this magic clock is related to the great plan of the Horned Rat?
NO!Don't tell me these things, go tell those dwarves who are killing rats!
At this moment, located at the entrance to the sewers and the rat nest, hundreds of dwarf warriors were using their thick armor and shields to block the approaching rat men, forming an insurmountable... low wall.

"Fire!"

bang bang bang-

Following the roar of the Pendor officer, the Pendor musketeers behind the dwarf warriors began to pull the triggers, shooting projectiles from the heads of the dwarves, hitting the fleeing ratmen.

Every Pendor soldier has a bright smile on his face. Even in Westeros, they have not experienced such an easy battle for a long time.

As a powerful direct-fire weapon, musketeers are often constantly looking for suitable design angles on the battlefield because of the shooting range. They even suffer from great psychological pressure because they are worried about friendly fire.

But when fighting together with the dwarves, they don't need to worry about such concerns at all!

Dwarves + muskets + war carts = three hits! (convinced)
"Go forward, for the glory of the dwarf gods and ancestors, show these rats something awesome!"

The dwarf warriors took advantage of the gap between the Pendor Musketeers to change orders and began to advance forward, constantly waving their battle axes to kill the clan rats and stone rats who tried to fight back.

Thanks to such a perfect height match, there was almost no organized resistance from the entire Skaven army in the entire Skaven lair, and they quickly escaped along the tunnels in a burst of gunpowder smoke and fighting.

Of course, such brilliant results were achieved not only because of the perfect cooperation between the dwarf warriors and the Pendor Musketeers, but also because of the help of an unnamed Chuan Bao:
"It's all your responsibility. If he hadn't taken all the main forces of the Morbidus clan for his own use, how could we have lost the Horned Rat's magic clock so easily?!"

"That's your clan territory, Regos, and this is clearly your responsibility!"

"My responsibility? If you, a despicable guy, hadn't forced all the rat trolls and warpstone weapons of the Morbidus clan in the name of the Thirteenth Council, maybe the magic clock would be here now!"

After learning that the Rat's Nest Mine was currently occupied by a coalition of humans and dwarves, the warlord Rat Regos of the Morbids clan immediately found Chuanquillo and showed the Storm Rats the wounds he had suffered in the battle.

The ferocious wounds made the rats frown, and the half-broken tail was enough to prove that the other party had indeed experienced a tragic fight.

There is no doubt that these scars alone are enough to prove that the Morbids clan has indeed done their best!
Faced with Regos's tearful accusation, even some Storm Rats from the Gray Prophet clan felt that the other party's experience was indeed too miserable, and they all looked at Chuanquillo, who was at the top, with reproachful eyes.

This is not because they sympathize with Regos, but because the responsibility for losing the Horned Rat Magic Clock is too great, and no ratman can bear it!
After all, this matter is related to whether the Horned Rat can be successfully reincarnated into the world, not to mention that the entire Council of Thirteen is supporting their wishes. This is no longer just a matter of the Morbidus clan.

You must know that this time they came with the reinforcements from the Gray Prophet clan, but there were also several engineering warlocks from the Skry clan and warlords from the Moss clan. They didn't mind adding insult to injury!
Regos has completely shied away the responsibility of his clan through scars and battles, so it is obvious that Chuanquillo, as the commander of the legion, needs to bear all the responsibility for this:

"Your Excellency Chuanquero, is your act of occupying the Mobidus clan's rat trolls and warpstone weapons for your own selfish desires?"

"Yes, don't forget that the Morbidus clan is also a member of the Thirteenth Council. Are you planning to provoke a conflict and war between the two council members at such a critical moment?" "No, no. Yes, in the eyes of the Gray Prophet clan, which is a seat of its comrades, the interests of the individual clan are higher than those of our great Horned Rat?"

……

Questions of questioning full of joking and provocation began to attack Chuanquillo in a steady stream. The increasingly sharp questions made his face covered with cold sweat, and he didn't know how to answer these questions for a while.

'A bunch of disloyal bastards, didn't you take the weapons and equipment of the Morbidus clan, and now you are all blaming me alone? '

Chuanquluo kept cursing the other clans in his heart for adding insult to injury, but he obviously couldn't express these words in his heart, so he could only pretend to be calm and sneer:

"Zhizhizhi~ Do you think that my behavior is purely for selfish desires? Can't you use your stupid brains to think carefully about what I am doing this for?"

"Speak clearly, Chuanquero, you should know what kind of accusations you are carrying now, right?"

Hearing Chuanquluo's taunt, several engineering warlocks and warlords from other clans immediately frowned, and then looked mockingly at Chuanquilo, who was still pretending to be crazy.

In their view, no matter how much Chuanquero performs next, it can no longer change the fact that the other party has become a scapegoat.

However, it is a pity that Chuan Bao could be a rat who is willing to let his fate play with him:
"I...I can feel that this is my great master, the supreme Horned Rat, who is sending me a hint from somewhere, telling us to immediately concentrate our forces to attack the Witch Forest!"

Under the gazes of many rat people, Chuanquillo dug out a large spoonful of warpstone powder from the goblin's pocket, put it into his nose and inhaled, and then his brain began to work rapidly under the stimulation of the warpstone:
"The pointed-eared sisters of the Witchwood have returned to Athel Loren, and it is impossible to come back in the short term. YES! YES! As long as we attack the Witchwood now, everything will be fine!"

Under the influence of the dimension stone, Chuan Kuiluo's originally sinister eyes were constantly emitting streams of dazzling green light. At the same time, he began to mutter incessantly:
"The Horned Rat has sent down the oracle. Our plan to attack the Witch Forest will definitely go smoothly. The stupid pointy-eared things will face the most terrible disaster in their history - a Lord of Disaster!"

Having said this, Chuanquillo seemed to have believed the voice that was constantly telling him in his heart, and at the same time, he screamed crazily at the surrounding Storm Rats:

"Go and prepare materials for me, you damn pariahs. The great horned rat has sent down an oracle to tell me what to do. I will become the great professor's agent in the mortal world!"

"Are you crazy? Don't you even have the courage to take responsibility? Are you still pretending to be crazy?"

A fellow mage from the Gray Prophet clan couldn't help but frown at Chuanquluo, who was behaving very crazy. He was obviously very angry and disdainful of the blasphemous remarks made by the other party.

Are you kidding me?
A gray prophet who was preparing to become a scapegoat suddenly claimed that he had received the Oracle of the Horned Rat and was even the agent of the Horned Rat. This looked like he was making excuses for his own incompetence!
However, the Gray Prophet did not notice at this moment that Chuanquluo's eyes suddenly burst out with terrifying green lightning, and the gradually disappearing white pupils were staring at his arm!

"Yes, my master...the ceremony also requires the hand bones of a Gray Prophet. Do you only need one? Then I will take off both of them for spare use!"

brush--

"Ahhhhhhhh-Chuan Quello, do you want to die?!"

With a shrill scream, all the tree people present looked in surprise at the Gray Prophet who had fallen to the ground, holding his broken wrist and wailing in pain, as well as Chuanquluo, who was holding the palm of the Gray Prophet infatuatedly.

Chuan Quluo actually cut off the Gray Prophet's hand!
This was not over yet, Chuanquillo was like a madman, constantly opening his mouth to eat the flesh and blood on the palm of the gray prophet, and then gently licking off a piece of flesh connected to the bone.

The blood from eating continued to splash on the surrounding rat warlords. The soft white hair of an engineer warlock from the Skry clan was even stained by blood. He couldn't help but scream angrily:
"Crazy! Crazy! Chuanquluo, you are a damn bastard. Who allowed you to do this?!"

However, before he could finish his words, the rat people in the room instantly felt that their souls were shrouded in a shadow, and then a demonic shadow the size of a hill appeared in front of them:
"It's my permission, Engineer Warlock..."

"Big, big...horned rat?!"

Seeing the skull of the horned rat that was dozens of meters high in front of him emitting bursts of green light, even the stupid engineering master realized the seriousness of the problem and hurriedly knelt on the ground in fear.

In the shadows, the eye sockets of the lifeless horned rat's skull were emitting green sparks, and every rat-man who looked at it could feel the coldness coming from their souls.

There is no doubt that this is the Big Horned Rat!
Every ratman seemed to have lost the concept of time at this moment. They didn't know how much time had passed. They only felt that their souls seemed to be frozen for eternity at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, the giant rat head suspended in mid-air slowly dissipated with a burst of green smoke, and the rat people were finally able to control their bodies again.

Rip Rip~
There was silence in the entire room, except for Chuanquillo who was tirelessly cutting the other wrist of the prophet on the ground with a dagger, his face full of a terrifying smile that made the rat people feel creepy.

Eyeballs, hand bones, heart...

Like an experienced master of anatomy, Chuanquillo kept waving the dagger in his hand, collecting the materials needed to cast the spell under the horrified and desperate eyes of the Gray Prophet who had not yet completely expired.

At this moment, all the rat people’s doubts about Chuanquero disappeared!
This guy didn't lie. Is he really the spokesperson of the Horned Rat in the mortal world? !

(End of this chapter)