Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 410 The Breath of Blood

The Caledonian Legion came to Chapejuto according to the scheduled plan. The reconstruction started four years ago. The sunken city of gold is no longer a city that symbolizes the prosperity and civilization of the Lizardmen. It is now just a military port and defense stronghold. Continue to send resources and troops to the sky city in the west.

Imrik on Mortellius' back squinted his eyes to observe this area, and the faint stench of blood emerged from the ground and entered the nostrils, causing the brain to go into a state of excitement.

The blood of the rats...

Imrik knew this aura. Even though he had never encountered a ratman in his 200 years of life, he still understood what this aura symbolized.

Only the blood of the rats can satisfy the eternally hungry soul. It has nothing to do with whether this blood has unique power, or whether it is the suppression of the power of destruction by the race of order, which is just a concept or a mission.

Only the blood of the rats can restrain the hunger and thirst for killing.

Or to complete it...

However, as a warrior who self-proclaimed as Caledor's most worthy role model, Imrik didn't intend to participate too much in the war experience, surrendered to the bloodlust in his heart, and at least rode Mortelius to lead the charge less likely.

Just kill a few ugly plague priests, and Negrich, who is the patriarch of the Pestilen clan.

"Repair for one night, and then march directly to the city of the sky!" Imrik gave the action instructions without hesitation, without any extra tactical arrangements, if there is a jungle ahead, then cut it down, if it is a ratman, then kill it .

If it's the so-called avatars of the Horned Rats, the Lords of Plague, Imrik doesn't mind trying to see who's better between these oversized rats and the Daemon Prince of the Great Crusade.

The legion has been repairing the supplies one after another to prepare for tomorrow's departure. The giant dragons fly towards the jungle in groups of four. login!
But compared with the more relaxed atmosphere of Chape Uto, the castle in the sky is extremely dignified.

The rats have fallen into madness. Inspired by the priest, countless ratmen attacked the towering city wall, as if intending to use corpses to pile up a physical siege tower, breaking through the road jointly protected by the Sotek sect and the Caledor advance team. city ​​of.

"Attention the whole army, the plague bombs are coming!" The non-commissioned officer Laskoll, who was in charge of guarding the outer fort of the city, raised his head, looked at the dozens of plague torrents flying in the distance, and immediately reminded the soldiers loudly to enter the bunker.

The war potential of the Rats has been undisguised for four years. The two sides started a long tug-of-war around the sky city.

The Sotek sect blessed a large number of skinks and lizardmen with sacrifices. These warriors led by fanatics were undoubtedly born for war. The more blood shed, the stronger the combat effectiveness, and the number of people supporting the advance team gradually increased , Let the power of Sky City grow stronger.

But even so, many Ratman bypassed this location and arrived at the Great Forest Sea in the middle.

Raskol couldn't remember how many ratmen he had killed. These erect rodents were more numerous than the insects in the jungle. After one wave of death, there would be more waves the next day.

The plague bomb fell to the ground, corroding the ground until it sizzled. The sandbag used as a buffer was splashed with a little thick juice, and holes of various sizes soon appeared, and a large amount of quicksand flowed out of it.

"Heavy weapons team, get ready to shoot!" Lasker poked his head out of the bunker and found that a large number of rats were charging towards the stronghold. Compared with the ratmen they encountered four years ago, these ratmen were obviously more sick.

The red light in the eyes has disappeared, turning into white pupils, holding a weapon that has been recycled countless times, adhering to a kind of bestiality, sprinting bravely in the battlefield without fear of death.

After the plague lord Negrich discovered that the enemy could not be infected with the plague, as the most proficient creature in the world, he chose to direct this deadly force at his compatriots.

The rats spawned by the plague turned into a suicide team. They were exceptionally agile and strong, and they would emit a special fragrance after death, making the originally crazy team even more furious.

The heavy weapons squad lifted the guy, and two thick iron pipes with a length of [-] meters were placed on the sandbags. There was a pipe behind the column, which was connected to a reserve tank full of asphalt.

A weapon specifically designed to fight the Rats was sent to the frontlines with the knowledge of Nuln engineers, quality components from Vaal's Anvil, and a paltry blessing of magic.

A 50-meter-long flame column spewed out from the iron pipe. The orange-yellow flame was enough to incinerate the rat's body and soul into ashes, and the slag-filled asphalt in it could even stick to the surface of the skin, making it feel like it had already been destroyed. The pain of loss.

"Damn rat, die, die!" The brawny man operating the flamethrower laughed loudly, his body was only protected by a layer of leather armor except for the heat insulation layer on the right side.

These souls who were suppressed in the northern frozen land of the old world showed undisguised rage in Lustria. Only the most fearless and strongest people can use these oversized weapons. War criminals who burn themselves to ashes will lose confidence in their equipment.

More than ten pillars of fire erupted from each stronghold, followed by rounds of specially-made grenades.

As a centurion, Laskall has already pulled out the grenade launcher on his waist. These cute big babies are much more powerful than hand crossbows. They can send a few rats to the sky with just one shot. In an emergency, they can directly send the grenade Throw it with your hands, only a bitch will insist on using a bow and arrow.

The roar of muskets, the sound of explosions, the whirring of flames being blown by the wind, and the yelling of soldiers, everything on the battlefield can be found here, but the only thing that is missing is the sound of rats who should be wailing.

Thousands of skaven were reduced to ashes, or shattered in bombs, but all this only allowed the skaven in the rear to go one step further.

"Damn it, how many ratmen are there?" Lasker stuffed the grenade into the launcher, intending to let the ratmen experience this beautiful weapon.

But Mazov next to him immediately held his head and let him return to the bunker.

An extremely swift dart turned into a black dot and flew from the back of the head, piercing deeply on the wall of the stronghold. The iron tail was still trembling slightly, indicating that the thrower was extremely powerful.

Following the dart, a large number of iron projectiles flew from behind the flame column, flying in an arc like rain from the sky, and fell on the soldiers who were protected by the bunker.

Soldiers with heavy weapons who lacked armor protection were smashed into blood men, and these iron projectiles that suddenly emerged caused changes on the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)