Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 613 Thoughts never die

The action team, which still didn't understand what was happening at the main entrance, headed towards the rear under the leadership of the general.

Raskol did not believe in a group of witches of unknown origin. Even though the two sides may have an undoubted common purpose, they still did not want the military actions to be known to forces that were not part of the same system.

After there was a commotion at the main entrance and a faint blue and yellow magic vortex appeared in the sky, the general already knew that the opportunity had come.

A scale of a feathered snake was crushed into pieces by him, and the action team, which was originally hard to see behind the light, disappeared.

The holy beast of Lustria can conceal the whereabouts of friendly forces under its wings. Perhaps this scale cannot achieve this long-term effect, but it is enough for now.

Unnoticed, everyone arrived at a featureless farmland. Only the wheat stalks planted in previous years were left in the bare field.

Compared to the farmland the general saw in Ulthuan, the wheat terriers bred in this barren land were pitifully small.

"Another bad harvest year..."

Secretly sighing in his heart that the living environment of human beings is really worse than anyone else, Raskol immediately began to look for the reserved passage.

Don't think that Boye is a group of warriors. Although they fight without risking their lives, they also do a lot of things behind the scenes.

A passage that allows family members to escape in critical moments. As far as the general knows, there are at least five in Kislev city, all of which are permanent facilities that can accommodate large numbers of people and materials to leave.

After searching this barren farmland for a while, I finally found a place where the weeds grew sparsely.

He nodded to Oliveira, indicating that it was time for the ogre to appear. This tunnel had been abandoned for a long time, and he was informed by Peter, an old acquaintance who had fled to Erengrad.

Otherwise, no one would have thought that there would be an escape tunnel hidden in the stable of the military camp.

The ogre was extremely reluctant to pick up the shovel and start shoveling the soil. This work was done by cowards in the tribe. As a result, he had to be the lowest-level labor force when working for the elves.

I can only complain that I want to eat something better next time, preferably with some Indy and Sinian spices.

In just a few minutes, the ogre with astonishing strength had already dug out several cubic meters of soil. The irregular holes were in irregular prismatic shapes. Even the Skaven, who were least interested in urban planning, had to shake their heads and curse. stupid.

But no matter what, the ogre always adhered to the principle of powerful bricks flying until a blackened brick was produced along with the soil, and the general knew where he had dug.

First, he ordered the ogre to stop digging and let a few veterans take over the work. He took out the prepared pig bladder and blew air hard into the opening to let it expand and fill as quickly as possible.

Oliveira's movements were extremely skillful, and he did not mind the small blood-red veins in the internal organs of this dirty creature, and he also blew air into the inside together with the others.

A long time ago, he repeatedly asked his superiors to design a portable air purification device, which could effectively prevent the poisonous gas released by rats in confined spaces.

But in the end it seemed that no attention was paid, so the miserable advance team had no choice but to use animal bladders to replace oxygen to avoid dizziness and suffocation caused by lack of oxygen underground.

It wasn't until there were too many responses that some of the dragon princes responsible for clearing Pestilon's underground city noticed the embarrassment that the research on portable air purification devices was included in the project.

As for when it can be used, it depends on when those mage masters can give up the idea that more power is the truth.

The general carefully checked everyone's oxygen preparation status. After finding that everything was in place, he signaled for Dettlaff to go down the hole first.

He selectively ignored several ogres, even if he prepared extra-large animal bladders for them, ensuring that the first reaction was to eat them, rather than important tactical equipment.

Since the nature of the race is like this, let the nature of the race play some role and go through the hypoxic environment for more than ten minutes.

According to the practice of the Snake-Rat Jihad, the first person to advance in the tunnel battle was the experienced commander, but Mazov was the first to jump into the dark tunnel.

"You seem to have forgotten what discipline is." Rascal scolded the increasingly disobedient adjutant above the tunnel with a cold face.

"But undiscipline is our essence, and the rules are not suitable for Kislev, especially the city we are about to enter." After the God said this, Mazov took the lead in the journey home, heading to the deep and mysterious place. The darkness of the figure seems to be his inner monologue.

How to complete this road and whether there is salvation at the end of the road requires a lifetime of thinking.

Everyone looked at each other, and Hillbote vaguely noticed something. He frowned and nodded to Dettlaff, signaling the vampire to follow him first.

The combat environment of the undead is much more relaxed than that of mortals, provided that the wind of death is sufficient.

Why did Mazov waste these few minutes and choose not to act as planned? Let Dettlaff figure out the end situation first to avoid more accidents.

After Dettlaff also stepped into it, Rascal's face became even more livid. He felt that this reckless action would lead to the death of everyone.

If the stable of the military camp becomes the garrison of the Black Knight, or the cheerful cemetery of the Necromancer, you must know that the old Peter who told this secret passage escaped from Kislev three years ago!

Oliveira patted him on the shoulder, and he was the only one who could persuade this barbarian. The difference in status brought power and stubbornness.

"Think about the time we were fighting in burrows with rats in Lustria."

Sighing deeply, the general waved his hand and asked everyone to follow him. As for how to arrange the ogres, he could only let them crawl forward in the tunnel prepared for humans.

Dettlaff turned into a black shadow and followed Mazov, looking back to observe the movements of the people behind him. After feeling that even Oliveira could not hear the sound clearly, a low and magnetic voice echoed in the silent tunnel.

"You don't have to be like this. We cannot afford the sacrifice of any brother."

In the darkness, Mazouf could still clearly see Dettlaff's melancholy and handsome face.

He smiled, as if he was mocking Dettlaff, or perhaps he was mocking himself.
"Dettlaff, how long can we survive?"

"For vampires, I don't know, but if it's a human..." Thinking that the youngest of the brothers in the Patriot Army should be 30 years old, Dettlaff said, "Maybe only 30 years."

"How long should Kislev exist?"

"forever."

"Yes, forever." Mazov still maintained a self-deprecating sneer, "A force will only be a shadow in history books, briefly described by historians. At a certain historical stage, there was such a force that resisted and was The czarina corrupted by vampires successfully saved the motherland. After gaining power, the descendants of the leadership class were bewitched by money and power and turned into another name called Boyer."

"The Blood Serpent Brotherhood can supervise all this." Dettlaff said firmly.

"Yes, yes, but you are still a vampire after all and cannot go to the bright side. The Blood Snake Brotherhood can serve as the dark side controller of the Patriot Army and use various methods to punish leaders who violate their ideals. But what about the people? What if? What's the difference between letting you lead the people and Katrin today?"

At a loss for words, Dettlaff chose to remain silent.

Seeing that his old friend did not refute, Mazov still explained his ultimate goal, "What we need is not just a temporary influence. Power will die with the aging of the body, but ideas will not. Ideas will not die, as long as There is still hope, and if someone picks it up, the original intention of the Patriot Army will be inherited."

He thought quietly, "You may object, isn't killing Katrin a great deed? I can tell you the truth, it is not."

"The most profound thoughts are imprinted deep in the soul of a nation, and they require the greatest sacrifice as a foundation to be remembered. So far, there are only two people with this qualification."

"Raskol..." Dettlaff lamented in his heart, "and you."

"The ideal situation is that Raskol dies. Just imagine what an honor it would be for the leader of the Patriot Army to die for his ideas and serve as a beacon, forever shining on the path of those who come after him. But obviously this is not in line with our ideas, So a substitute was born, a villain who personally formed the framework of the Patriot Army." Mazov smiled cruelly, as if he had no regrets about his fate.

"That's me, an abstract symbol that will be nailed to monuments in cities and villages."

(End of this chapter)