The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 415: Fuck Second Sister Mao
With the appearance of the Great Horned Rat to rectify his name, all the Skaven warlords and warlocks present had to admit that the Gray Prophet in front of them, who was somewhat crazy due to an overdose of warpstone, was their leader.

But even so, the Morbid warlords headed by Regos are still full of doubts about the Gray Prophet's leadership, and they do have reason to doubt this:
"Dear Lord Chuanquillo, we are honored to serve under the spokesperson of the Horned Rat, but can you please tell us how you can regain the magic clock that has fallen into the hands of humans?"

Regos asked with some reluctance. You must know that in order to bring down Chuanquillo, he had to lose his wife and troops.

Not only were the elite troops forcibly incorporated by the Gray Prophets, but the remaining Storm Rat and Clan Rat troops under their command were also completely lost in the previous battles with dwarves and humans. Even the mine that was their home base fell!
In this case, the fact that he was able to maintain his sanity and not fight against Chuanquero is enough to show how strong his mental quality is!
"I can feel your anger and resentment, little mouse, but you will soon thank me because I will give you a chance to take back your home with your own hands."

Although Chuanquillo's mind was in a daze at the moment, he could still feel Regos's unabashed resentment, so he couldn't help but smile and said:

"You will soon witness the miracles wrought by Master Tranquillo. You will witness the greatest Gray Seer of all time cast a spell himself, summoning the most powerful creature in Skaven - the Lord of Disaster! YES! YES! "

"Lord of Disaster?!"

As soon as these words came out, the warlords and warlocks who were originally worried about the feasibility of the plan couldn't help but be surprised. Apparently they did not expect that the Gray Prophet actually had the ability to summon the Disaster Lord.

Disaster Lords are living disasters created by the Rat God. Each of them is a powerful demon that can bring endless disaster and desolation to the world. Every time they appear, they will cause immeasurable killing and destruction:

Warbringers who can fight the bloodthirsty demons of Khorne in hand-to-hand combat; Tricksters who lurk in the shadows and deliver fatal blows with warpstone knives; Corruptors who spread plagues and terrible diseases; and a few who can destroy nations. Magical Dimensional Prophet!
There is no doubt that as long as Chuanquluo can really summon a disaster lord to come to Nagaros, then not to mention retaking the Horned Rat Magic Clock, even directly attacking the Witch Forest will not be a problem at all.

"YES! YES! If there is nothing else, then I am going to prepare to summon the Lord of Disaster, but there are also some very valuable materials and props in it. I hope you can send them to my tent."

"The materials are easy to talk about. Dear Gray Prophet, we are willing to sell them at a discount..."

"Discount?!"

However, before the engineering warlocks could finish speaking, Chuanquillo immediately screamed, jumped up and pointed at the rat people present, and cursed in a condescending tone:
"As the spokesperson of the Great Horned Rat, I have the right and obligation to order you to immediately turn over all the dimensional stone powder and alchemy materials. This is a necessary sacrifice in order to summon the great Lord of Disaster. It is an order!"

As soon as these words came out, not to mention Regos, who had been bullied before, clenched his teeth in anger, even the warlocks from other clans secretly clenched their fists.

This damn rat wants to take advantage of the opportunity to line his own pockets!

Almost immediately, every ratman present was filled with unbearable curses. They seemed to be able to see the greedy smile under Chuanquillo's bone mask.

Even from the perspective of a rat man, the greedy face shown by the Gray Prophet at this time is already too ugly, and even the Skuli warlocks from the Rat Waste City feel ashamed!

However, Chuanquluo's next words immediately made the anger in their hearts disappear:

"Why, do you want to go against the will of the Horned Rat? It seems that after Lord Calamity comes to the mortal world, I need to report to him about the summoning process and your performance..."

"NO! NO! May I ask what other materials your Excellency Gray Prophet needs? We will definitely send them to you in excess of the quota!"

Faced with Chuanquluo's almost unabashed arrogance, all the rat people present could only crush their teeth and swallow it in their stomachs. But now they can only choose to obey the other party's request first.

The 'little transparent' Regos, who was hiding among the rats, pretended to be obedient and obedient, but his bright eyes were constantly looking at the unwilling rat warlords around him.

As the saying goes, where there is oppression, there is resistance. Although he does not have the courage to resist the spokesperson of the Horned Rat, he still has the courage to win over allies and obtain benefits for himself in the name of resistance, and he is very bold!

'Yes... Lord Calamity, maybe those pointy-eared things will need this news! '

————A few days later, Pendor Continent, the Imperial Capital
"Lord of Disaster? When did you get this news?"

Rohan, who was sitting on the golden throne, was frowning and looking at the letter in front of him. At the same time, he looked at the Wild Hunt Elf who was responsible for delivering the letter with a rather serious look.

You must know that it only takes half an hour at most to reach the Pendor continent through the portal from the Middle Ages. What's more, the number of Wild Hunt messengers under his command has reached nearly a hundred, and there is no shortage of specialists who specialize in delivering urgent information.

It took so many days for such important news to be delivered to him. When did the Inquisition become as procrastinating as the Imperial Military Affairs Department next door?

Hearing Rohan's question, the messenger's face couldn't help but show a trace of confusion, but he still suppressed the fear in his heart and explained:

"Your Majesty, King of Redwood, this letter was given to me by Lord Tyrion five days ago to deliver, but Governor Daario thought he could handle this matter, so he didn't..."

"Stop talking, I've probably already guessed it."

After hearing the courier's explanation, Rohan immediately understood that his adjutant was preparing to solve the matter with his own strength, so he told the courier not to rush to deliver the message.

Although this behavior was somewhat unruly, Rohan was still full of relief and worry about Dario's performance.

He was happy because Daario was finally able to confidently stand alone, and even the powerful Lord of Disaster thought he could defeat the opponent; he was worried because he doubted whether this was a conspiracy by the rat men.

According to the existing intelligence, there is a strange ratman who is leaking important information about Skaven again and again, and it is also top-secret information similar to the Great Mouse Demon Lord and the Disaster Lord.

The status of the Rat Man who has access to this information is undoubtedly much higher than that of the ordinary Storm Rat, and may even be a warlord or an engineering warlock!
Although most of the information has been confirmed to be true, who can guarantee whether this is a plan by the rat people to build plank roads in secret?
Thinking of this, Luohan couldn't help but stretched out his left paw and stroked his chin, lost in thought, closed his eyes and kept mumbling to himself:
"In any case, the information that can be confirmed now is that the target of the Skaven is the Oak Roots of the Age of the Witch Forest. Maybe I can find a way to inform our proud compatriots." "Your Majesty, we are not in Ai. Build a teleportation array near Solorun, and the nearest teleportation point is Prague in Kislev..."

Hearing Rohan's muttering, the messenger timidly raised the key to the question.

The ancient blood of the Wild Hunt elves is quite similar to Rohan's teleportation magic. Both magic teleportations require approximate coordinates to achieve teleportation.

Ange's Southern Kingdom Expeditionary Force was transported by Lady Mist herself, and the Wild Hunt Elf's teleportation magic was bound to Rohan's teleportation coordinates.

Unfortunately, Rohan never arrived in the old world in person, and Lady Mist also had a bad relationship with the mother goddess Elsa because of Lilith!
In this case, it is obvious that Lohan can only rely on himself to find a solution:
"I know, so I can only inform Athel Loren about this matter in other ways."

After thinking for a moment, Rohan couldn't help but think of the new friends he had just met some time ago, and he had already made up his mind.

Marcella, the god of storms and seas, is also one of the few underground gods in the pantheon worshiped by both dark elves and high elves.

Although she is an underground god, Marcelan has a pretty good relationship with the heavenly gods who rule heaven. She is one of the rare pantheon gods who can speak a few words to both sides.

By passing the Skaven's plan to Athel Loren and Elsa through Marcelan's mouth, he can be said to have done his best, right?
...a moment later, Anaheim Harbor

"Although it is somewhat inefficient to communicate in this way, who told me that there is not even a temple that believes in Marcelan in my territory?"

On the beach next to the harbor, Rohan looked awkwardly at the glass bottle into which he stuffed a piece of parchment with a letter, and then covered the bottle with the divine power in his body and threw it towards the sea in the distance.

Crackling~
The glass bottle drew a beautiful arc in the air, and finally hit the rocks on the coast and turned into a pool of fragments!
Rohan:......

Seeing the parchment wrapped with his divine power slowly being submerged by the rolling waves, Rohan could only helplessly shrug his shoulders, then turned around and left Anaheim through the portal.

Anyway, he has tried his best to heal himself. Whether his proud compatriots can believe his letter or not, it all depends on God's will.

Now he can only hope that the person who receives the letter is Nestra, the innocent and kind-hearted Twilight sister. After all, this is the Disney princess who can say the famous saying "As long as Chaos is willing, everyone can live in peace."

And the sister Arohan who learned the news will probably not watch the Witch Forest being defiled by the rat people, so the pair of "Second Sisters" will definitely return to the Witch Forest to deal with the rat army that appears.

As for whether he wants to go to the Witch Forest to help?

Are you kidding? This matter is originally a household matter that belongs to the wood elf. Being able to write a letter to inform the other party is already the most benevolent thing. What if the horned rat is really resurrected?
It doesn't matter, Misty Lady will take action!
...One day later, by a river in Athel Loren
"Have these rats taken any rat poison recently? The forest has been filled with tunnels dug by these damn rats recently. The continuous killings really make me intoxicated."

"Arohan, war is cruel, and killing is the last resort we have to resort to. You should not say such words that are addicted to war!"

"Well, whatever..."

On a lawn by the river, two elf girls carrying war bows were sitting by the river enjoying the tranquility of the war. The white-haired girl was lying directly on the lap of the black-haired girl next to her.

The sun shines through the leaves on these two beautiful girls. Under the close-fitting leather armor, they have graceful and graceful figures and contain the magical power given by Ariel.

The Twilight Sisters, according to legend, are the children of Queen Ariel. There is also a theory that they were originally an elf girl named Nestrahan, who was finally split by magic into what they are now.

The eternal guards of the wood elves who were patrolling in the distance would occasionally spy on the pair of witches with admiring eyes, but no elves dared to come forward and strike up a conversation.

After all, although Nestra as the elder sister is so beautiful and powerful, Arohan as the younger sister is even more powerful and beautiful!
There was once a male elf who was confident about his obsession and tried to approach Nestra to confess his love while Arohan was out hunting. However, he was found stripped naked and hung from a tree the next day.

There is no doubt that the culprit is Nestra's extremely sister-in-law but constantly quarrelsome sister Arohan!
Facing her sister who was lying on her lap with a nonchalant expression on her face, Nestela's eyebrows could not help but rise slightly. She was obviously very dissatisfied with Arohan's behavior of being obsessed with war and killing.

However, just as she was about to open her mouth to refute, out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly noticed a crystal light reflected from the sun in the river flowing to the sea in the distance, which attracted her attention:
"Hey, why is there a floating glass bottle in the water?"

After saying that, he gently held Arohan's head and gently moved it to the grass, then got up and walked towards the shallows by the river.

Seeing that his sister actually abandoned him for a so-called glass bottle, Arohan's red lips, which were born like red flames, couldn't help but curl up slightly, and then said with some disdain:
"Sir Ariel, is this another idea that some idiot came up with to attract your attention? There is no need to use such a crude and stupid method, right?"

"Wow, is this the drift bottle that only appears in fairy tales? I never thought that one day I would receive a drift bottle!"

plop~
Unfortunately, the kind-hearted "Disney Princess" Nestela obviously liked the drift bottle trick. She actually entered the water and picked up the drift bottle regardless of her wet trouser legs.

Are you serious? !
Hearing the sound of water coming from the river, Arohan's eyes immediately flashed with a dangerous light, and then he stood up suddenly and walked towards Nestra who was opening the drift bottle by the river.

Whoever dares to talk to her sister in such a stupid way must be prepared to accept the retribution of Dusk Claw!

(End of this chapter)