The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 416 Lord of Disaster
Arohan is very angry now because she found that there seems to be some desperate guys trying to get close to her sister recently!
As Nestra's younger sister, Arohan actually doesn't resent her sister finding a boyfriend. After all, with her boyfriend's restraint, her sister may not have time to take care of her.

Of course, this does not mean that she does not love her sister. As Twilight sisters, they have always been inseparable. Although they often quarrel, they have always loved each other deeply.

It's just that Nestela's character is too kind. Even Chaos and the Ratmen may be able to obtain her forgiveness by begging for mercy, so they may be deceived.

What's more, the bodies of the Twilight sisters are as tightly bound as their souls, and even if one of them dies in battle, she can be resurrected by the other sister after the war.

This also brings up another problem, the physical perception between them is synaesthesia!
Alohan was once obsessed with challenging various ways of death on the battlefield, which made Nestela, who felt the same as her, very disgusted with her sister's behavior of seeking death.

Arohan didn't care much about her own behavior. After all, she really enjoyed the helpless look on her sister's face when she lectured her.

However, this does not mean that she will be willing to accept that when Nestela is with her boyfriend, she will also have to experience that damn touch on her body!

Nestela obviously didn't notice her sister who was approaching quietly behind her. At this moment, all her attention was attracted by the parchment in her hand:

"Let me see...this drifting bottle actually floated from Naggaroth. It was able to cross Ulthuan to the old world. This is really a miracle!"

"My dear sister...bring it to you!"

While Nestra's eyes were scanning the contents of the letter, a pair of slender hands suddenly took the envelope away from her arms, and then immediately disappeared from sight.

"Arohan?! Return it to me quickly. I seem to see this letter mentioning the war between the Skaven and Athel Loren. Maybe this letter is important!"

"Come on, this is probably just a method used by those idiots to attract you. Can the army of rats travel thousands of miles to the Witch Forest? Right now we only need to protect Athel Loren."

"Give it back to me!"

Nestela's face was full of anxiety. After all, although she could not read the entire content of the letter, she could still read the introduction at the beginning of the envelope.

This is a warning letter from the Dark Elf relatives. Although she also knows that the Druchi in Naggaroth are not trustworthy, maybe the owner of this letter can bring friendship?

However, in the face of his sister's accusation, Arohan raised the envelope in his hand without any care, then sat on the ground and began to read the contents of this 'love letter':

"Let me see...'Rohan'? It's just one letter different from my name. It's really disgusting. And the other person is actually Druchi from Nagaroth. I will never believe the dark elves!"

Facing the envelope that had gone through so much trouble to reach Athel Loren, Arohan's eyes were full of disdain, and the coldness in her eyes did not hide her hostility towards the dark elves.

As the guardian of the Witch Grove, Ariel's vanguard's duty is to clear out those cities located near the roots of the Oak of Ages, where battles with the dark elves in the Doomsday Glade are naturally inevitable.

Morathi in the ancient city of Quintex, Aishaelion in the Desolate Fortress, and Malus in Kela Kalonde, almost all of these fear lords have had direct conflicts with the Twilight Sisters.

In this case, it is estimated that only her sister Nestra in the entire wood elf race would be kind to the dark elves, right?
"You actually dare to claim that a rat army has appeared in Naggaroth to threaten the Witch Forest. I really don't know what kind of evil plan is hiding in such a poor excuse?"

tearing~
Under Arohan's sneer and Nestla's anxious gaze, the parchment in his hand finally began to crack under the load, and was eventually torn into four pieces by Arohan.

Seeing this, Nestela hurriedly stepped forward and snatched the remaining parchment from Arohan's hand, and then reprimanded in a stern tone:
"Arohan, how can you tear it apart? You must know that this is the friendship and warning that the fear lord of the dark elves is conveying to Athel Loren!"

"Drucci is like a spoiled child. It doesn't take much to figure out that this letter must contain some conspiracy that we don't know yet. It's not surprising."

"Don't hurt others with your words, sister, you should know that not all dark elves in this world are bad guys."

Nestela looked at Arohan helplessly, then picked up the scattered fragments from the ground, put them together, and read word by word:

"...When the Dimensional Stone Demonic Bell is rung No. 13 times in the Witch Forest, Skaven's ultimate filth will appear to gnaw at the foundation of the Mother Goddess, and endless hunger will eventually devour everything in the world..."

"I've said it a long time ago. It's impossible for Naggaroth to have such a large-scale invasion of ratmen. What's the ultimate filth of Skaven? Could it be that the Great Horned Rat can come to the mortal world in person?"

Seeing that Nestela really seemed to believe this envelope from the dark elf, Alohan's face couldn't help but reveal a hint of sarcasm directed at Druch.

What a joke, the borders of Athel Loren are now invaded by rat armies from all directions, and there are even many tunnels dug directly into the forest, so that even the tree people are disturbed by this invasion.

The number of rat corpses counted during this period alone has exceeded nearly a million, and countless rat trolls and warpstone weapons have been destroyed. The losses are huge enough to shake the foundation of the Rat Waste City!
Under such circumstances, how could the Ratmen still have extra troops to invade the Witch Forest?

"Don't let your guard down, sister. This letter is the first time in hundreds of years that a dark elf lord has shown kindness to Athel Loren. We should not ignore this rare friendship!"

However, compared to Arohan, Nestela obviously did not want to believe that the drift bottle that came from afar was a mere coincidence, so she took the initiative to enter the deep forest with the fragments of the envelope.

She believes that all this is fate!

——Grand City, on the grassland
If distant Athel Loren still has no idea about the Skaven appearing in Naggaroth, then the dark elves have already believed that the Skaven really exist.

Because compared to the Witch Forest, which is still in a peaceful state, Grand City's awareness of the existence of rat people is significantly stronger.Because at this moment, Skaven’s army has appeared at the door:

"Skaven, a dirty enemy who is not qualified to be our opponent!"

“I’m going to peel them off, let them dry and hang them in my attic as rugs!”

"Then your attic must stink."

"There are actually so many ratmen in Naggaroth? What a pathetic species. Maybe their own blood can cover up the stench on their bodies, and we will prepare a better place for them!"

……

On the marble city wall made of magic-patterned bricks and stones in Grand City, two thousand dark elf warriors who have not been infected by the plague are constantly shouting at the Skaven army outside the city.

Due to the care of Lady Mist, the grasslands near Gran City have been turned into land suitable for farming under years of careful care, so many slaves will be responsible for establishing manors here to take care of them.

However, at this moment, the once lush fruit trees and the golden wheat waves blowing in the wind have long disappeared, and all that can be seen is a large brown wasteland.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that the corrosion of the warpstone has polluted the land, but that densely packed rat-men are gathering outside the city at this moment, staring at Grand City with eyes red from hunger!
The number of rat men that can be seen alone is at least hundreds of thousands!

The dark elves may not necessarily be intimidated by such a large number of people. After all, the combat effectiveness of the Skaven has always been 100/1 compared with the elves in history, and they can be said to be the worst opponents.

What's more, this is Gran City. The magic pattern wall and magic barrier are enough to make this city immune to most warpstone weapon fire. Therefore, except for the Pendor auxiliary army who faced the Skaven for the first time and those who can't reach the city wall, No one on the wall, except the dwarves, would be disturbed by this.

The only thing that made them feel afraid was the super-large rat warrior who exuded a terrifying aura like he stood out from the crowd:
"Is that the legendary Lord of Disaster? This momentum is really incredible!"

"According to the intelligence records about the Ratmen, this Lord of Disaster of the Ratmen should be a War Messenger known for his strength and warlikeness. Just in terms of size, he is already as good as an ordinary Chaos Demon."

"Will rat poison work on it?"

In Gran City, Dario, Geralt and Tyrion were standing on the city wall in full armor, looking curiously at the Disaster Lord who was nearly five meters tall in the distance:

A tall bulging bulging muscle is covered with Skaven symbols carefully carved with sharp knives; two slender tails covered with spikes can cause a series of scratches on the ground with every swing; two pairs of mammoth tusks can be called The ferocious horns are protruding from the skull at this moment, pointing high into the sky!
The gloves that resemble Wolverine claws on his hands and the double-headed long blade that is eight meters long are being waved easily and continuously at this moment, as if to declare his unparalleled power to the elves on the wall.

Even the huge mutant rat troll can only huddle beside the Disaster Lord's sharp claws like a docile puppy at this moment. Its survival instinct makes it dare not make any extraordinary moves.

"The great Sloki Tailblade, the war envoy under the Horned Rat who is best at killing and conquering, must be able to defeat this pointy-eared city with ease, right? YES! YES!"

Even Chuanquluo, who had acted unscrupulously in front of the warlords and warlocks before, was now obediently coming to the Calamity Lord's legs. His respectful look made the rat people wonder if this was the arrogant Chuanquilo the day before yesterday.

After all, you are also the spokesperson of the Horned Rat, so you should show some backbone!
After hearing Chuanquluo's praise, the disaster lord named Sloqi just looked at the gray prophet at his feet who had won the favor of the horned rat, and then asked in a calm tone:

"Stop talking nonsense, you just need to tell me whether the magic clock responsible for summoning my Lord is inside."

As a disaster lord who has been worshiped by countless Skaven clans, Sloki has no shortage of such worthless praise, so he has no trouble with Chuanquillo's praise in his heart.

And as a disaster lord who has accepted the worship of the Moss clan, it itself has no interest in this war without the participation of the Moss clan. It just wants to quickly complete the task of the big move and go back.

As powerful demons representing different aspects of the Horned Rat, the Disaster Lords will naturally become the rulers and guardians of this clan because some big clans worship certain qualities in them.

Because of this, Sloqi naturally did not have a good impression of Chuanquluo, the representative of the Gray Prophet clan who rashly summoned him from the Demon Realm of Chaos.

The well-informed Chuanquillo obviously knew this, so he decisively swallowed all his flattering words, and then said all the information he had collected in one go:
"YES! YES! What we can be sure of is that there are only about 5000 point-eared gadgets defenders and 4000 human gadgets in this city, and the total of the short-eared gadgets is about [-]!"

"Hmph, a mere army of more than 1 people dares to stop the great rat god's plan. You are overestimating your own capabilities!"

After hearing the information about the city defenders reported by Chuanquillo, Sluoqi couldn't help but reveal a faint sneer on his face, and then turned his gaze to the ocean and continued to ask:
"I can feel a familiar breath of dimension stone surging in the ocean, and several powerful giant beasts are landing. Are they your assistants or enemies?"

"It's the assistant! YES! Those are the abyssal sea monsters that mutated after I put the sub-raw stone sewage into the ocean. I believe they will be able to land on the coast soon to attack those damn pointed-eared things!"

Upon hearing Sluoqi's inquiry, Chuanquillo's originally humble face immediately became filled with pride. It was obvious that this ignorant, stupid and cowardly person was very proud of his actions of polluting the ocean.

(I’m talking about you, little Baga devil!)
After learning about the infection and damage caused by mutated sea beasts to Grand City last time, he ordered Regos and his engineering warlocks to dump the dimensional stone sewage within the meter, and took the opportunity to control all Mobi. The army of the Des clan.

I believe that it won’t be long before these mutated sea beasts land on their shores and display their mighty power in front of the Disaster Lord, tearing apart the defenses of those pointed-eared things with ease!
YES! YES!For making such a great contribution, I’m sure the horned rat will reward me!

However, Chuanquillo, who is currently immersed in fantasy about the future, does not seem to have thought clearly about one truth, that is, doing evil things will often lead to retribution...

(End of this chapter)