Warhammer Seal

Chapter 273 Rescue the Elector Wende, Day [-]

That's why a plan B is in place.

When Plan A of escaping from the city gate failed, there was still a plan B channel for the last three teammates to escape.

There is a smuggler's secret passage next to the gate of this fortress city, and after paying a sum of money to the city guard, smugglers can escape through that secret passage.

The three figures approaching were the teammates from just now. They successfully escaped from the smuggler's passage, and blew up such an unsafe passage.

After successfully getting rid of the Ratman's pursuit, he came to such a planned safe position.

Of course, there is still bad news. All the materials collected by the three people are lost, and even a teammate's arm is seriously injured, and he can no longer lift it.

This left the captain with a new choice.

"Stanley, go home, your mission is done."

The captain knew every soldier, and of course he knew the name of such a man with a wounded arm.

A doctor next to him also came over, started to stop the bleeding and simple treatment, then shook his head.

Elsewhere in the empire, doctors shook their heads and said that such a man was beyond hope.

But in a place like Hawke Province, the doctor shook his head to indicate that this person had no way to shoot.

"Understood, I am a burden now, I really envy you, I can still go to the north to kill the Yankees and continue to complete the task."

There were a few silent complaints in his mouth, and there were no mother-in-law and provocative words between men. Of course, Stanley knew where he belonged.

He couldn't continue to drag everyone down with the team, so he could only take out all his gunpowder and bullets, and handed these precious things to the captain.

Then he directly clamped the musket with his injured arm, biting a dagger and stuffing it into the muzzle of the gun.

"It seems that I have to go home by myself, I wish you good luck, and don't forget to come back to see me after completing the task."

Received the food back from the captain. This place is not far from the south. For an outstanding Hawke province special musketeer, it is not difficult to go back alone.

After taking away the dry food for the day, Stanley left the team regretfully, and walked towards the southern province of Hawke without looking back.

I don't know if it's lucky or unfortunate.

It's unfortunate because he lost a chance to make a fortune. When he went back and waited for his injury to heal, he couldn't shoot a gun and could only do glass blowing.

I am already old, and it is too late to practice left-handed shooting at this time.

It was lucky because such a group of teammates who went north to the Chaos Wasteland to carry out the task of finding the Elector Wende did not know how many of them could come back alive.

As for the other two people, they only suffered minor flesh injuries, and they recovered quickly, and were reorganized into the team.

The doctor left the formation alone, and the captain also left the formation, allowing these two people to re-enter the formation of the three-three system.

Get a good night's rest and continue on the next day.

The map has been spread out. According to the guidance of the stars last night, everyone has not lost their direction. If they continue to go north, they will reach a fortress with Kislev.

However, I heard that it has been occupied for a while, and it must have been eaten by the Ratmen, leaving nothing behind. Now we can only go all the way north, and use the food reserves for a week to see if we can reach the mountains. among.

Compared with the plains, the rate at which the mountains are corroded by chaos will be slightly reduced. If they reach the mountains, they may be able to find some prey that has not been corroded, and they can replenish supplies for everyone.

It is also possible to find sulfur and charcoal in the mountains, and make black powder to meet future needs.

During the rapid march, such a team with 11 people left discovered a very terrible thing.

On the east side of their path, there is a huge pit that resembles the entrance to hell.

All kinds of mutated ratmen, creatures distorted into various shapes, and even creatures sewn by Norsca and ratmen are still alive and kicking.

It seems that the purpose of Elector Wende's coming to the north is to stop the terrible forces behind these creatures, which is really great.

The Skaven joined forces led by a nearby Chaos Champion, seemingly rallying.

This is not going out for winter excursions or hunting. Those ratmen look like soldiers, so they must have a new round of attack targets.

What a pity, the captain shook his head.

These Skaven and Chaos coalition forces will definitely go to the city of Kislev first. After all, the empire has already begun to build a defense line in the northern part of the province of Ostermark.

At the same time, because of its own mission, there was no way for such a special team to go to Kislev to give the locals an early warning.

He could only take one last look at the huge Ratman Chaos Alliance Army, then lurked in the forest and quickly ran towards the northern mountains.

Sure enough, as the captain expected, there are animals in the mountains that have not been corrupted by chaos, and they will definitely be able to provide sufficient supplies for subsequent operations.

Today's task is very simple. Each team member must redisplay their hunting skills, and each team must catch a alive and kicking goat.

Then peel the bacon by yourself and make the food for the next half month.

This is enough for everyone to get out of such a piece of Norsca mountains and go further north to a piece of land that the empire has never set foot on.

In the eyes of all the special forces, the goats grazing on the hillside are like running roast lamb legs. They have not eaten fresh food for a while.

The first goat that will be hunted must be made into a whole roasted goat, so that everyone can eat it first, and then talk about the next thing.

After a burst of gunfire, the clumsy goat lost its life after thumping twice, and the hunting team immediately began to work together.

Some people stood guard, and some people were preparing to roast the sheep. At this moment, the guards suddenly felt that a cold thing was holding their backs. They could only turn their heads slowly to see if their teammates were joking or if they were being speared by goblins. The hand was ambushed.

"Imperial humans?"

"Dwarves? Northern dwarves?"

That's right, the ones standing behind the sentinels were not ratmen and goblins, let alone chaos and demons, but dwarven rangers in snow-white cloaks covered in various disguises.

These dwarf rangers have been patrolling the mountains all year round, and they were quite familiar with the nearby terrain at that time.

Immediately after hearing the gunshots, they rushed over and saw some Norscans hunting the goats grazing by the dwarves. They wanted to catch a few alive and return to the dwarf city, but they were all from the empire. side humans.

"These sheep are treated by the dwarves. Wait a minute, what are the imperial people doing here?"

Today's briefing:
Arriving in the Norsca mountains, he accidentally discovered the existence of the northern dwarves.

　Northern dwarves, or North dwarves.

　　During the first Chaos invasion, the northern dwarves lost contact with the southern dwarves.

　　Some northern dwarves lost their faith and fell into the arms of Chaos, becoming Chaos Dwarves.

　　However, there are still some dwarves who have strengthened their beliefs, established their own kingdoms in the mountains of Norsca, and have survived to this day for more than 7000 years.

　　200 years ago, during the last Chaos invasion, they finally made contact with their dwarven kin in the south, and joined the battle against Chaos under the leadership of Magnus.

　　Now the northern dwarves live in various fortress cities headed by Dulong City, stubbornly resisting the terrible climate, Norscans and Chaos.

　　The northern dwarves hold the only gold mines in Norsca, as well as the richest veins of obsidian and diamonds in the Norscan mountains.

　　The special forces are elite dwarven rangers, excellent soldiers who use heavy crossbows or muskets to walk freely in the mountains.

　　Thanks for the monthly tickets of [Queen's Dark Ranger] and Ogre [Fat Fat Brother Uub].

　　
　
(End of this chapter)