The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 412 Your Sichuan treasure is infinitely rampant

"Your Majesty Sigma, how many ratmen have you killed along the way?"

Looking at the countless broken limbs and broken arms in the aisle in front of him, which was like a 'purgatory among rats', Phoenix couldn't help but reach out and pinch his nose to prevent himself from spitting out the coffee he just drank because of the strong smell of blood:

This is a bottomless branch of the sewer. The aisles are full of rat-man corpses. The stinking blood stains the luminous crystal at the top red, making the entire sewer exude a dim and strange blood-red halo.

What surprised Phoenix even more was that at the end of the corridor, he saw a mountain of flesh composed of the corpses of several rat trolls, which was blocking the passage at the moment!

Seeing Gotrek holding an ax and constantly chopping the corpses of the rat trolls blocking the way into pieces of flesh, Phoenix only felt that his reason was gradually leaving his body, and he couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and said:

"As expected of Gotrek, he can easily do things that we cannot do. It is really admirable and impressive!"

"Now is not the time to be talkative. We are about to enter the rat man's lair."

Gotrek didn't care about Phoenix's worthless flattery. At this moment, he was staring at the entrance of the cave blocked by the rat troll with his only remaining eye, and then rushed straight in.

He had a feeling that maybe he could fulfill his butcher oath in the next battle!

————Doomsday Woodland, Heatherland

Even in the history of the elves, no scholar can figure out how the Oak of Ages was born. The most credible rumor is that the ancient sage planted the seeds of the first Oak of Ages.

As a super plant with roots covering the entire planet, the Age Oak contains native magic that is enough to make demons feel creepy. Even demons dare not touch this magical forest without authorization.

Because the Chaos Demons uneasily discovered that a group of tree men appeared in these forests that contained native magic that was completely different from the wind of magic. In essence, they were like demons of native magic!
Even the Four Gods of Chaos have nothing to do with these trees and oaks of time protected by distant magic, so they can only choose to bypass the roots of the oak of time.

And when the wood elves realized the significance of the Oak of Ages in resisting Chaos, they intensified their efforts to assist and cultivate the expansion of the roots of the Oak of Ages, and then directly destroyed any racial city located near the roots, whether on the order side or on the other side. Chaos side!
The heatherland is a wasteland that was destroyed by the wood elves and turned into ruins near the roots of the oak tree of the era:
Da-da-da-

Located at the junction between the Doomsday Forest and the Witch Forest, bursts of impact sounds like electric drills continued to come from the ground, and along with green lightning, they began to spread to the surroundings!
Logically speaking, such a loud noise should have attracted the attention of the Dark Elf patrols long ago, but since the war with the Wood Elves has reduced the border to ruins, the nearby fear lords will not come here to patrol at all.

Now that the dark elves have abandoned this area, the Twilight sisters obviously will not waste their precious troops here, so they will just allow the ecological development of the heatherland.

However, the elves at this moment did not know that the rat men from the Demonic Rat Abandoned City were pouring out of the tunnel with malicious intent and were looking at the heather greedily.

The so-called dimensional stone has just revealed its sharp corners, and the rat men have already stood on it!
The Gray Prophet was standing on the shoulders of the Rat Troll and poked his head out of the tunnel. He greedily took out a handful of dimensional stone powder from his pocket and handed it to the tip of his nose. After a burst of twitching, his whole body twitched and screamed excitedly:
"I can feel that the Horned Rat is already happy about our plan, YES! YES!"

"The great Lord Chuanquluo, we have now arrived near the magic forest with those forest pointy-eared things. What should we do next to please Lord the Horned Rat?"

A storm rat came to the huge rat troll uneasily. The rat troll named 'Bonebreaker' was standing there motionless like a loyal guard, but no rat man would Look down on him.

After all, this is a terrifying monster that feeds on other rat trolls!
"Don't worry, my loyal and brave Storm Rats, the great Council of Thirteen and the Great Horned Rat have already formulated a perfect plan... Of course, my ingenuity is naturally included in it."

Hearing Storm Rat's inquiry, Chuanquluo, who was smacking the dimensional stone powder at the moment, felt the aura of fear on the other party's body with great satisfaction. Then he waved his staff nonchalantly and said proudly:

"First of all, the Demonic Rat Waste City will dig tunnels into the lairs of the pointed-eared things in the forest to plant bombs, taking this opportunity to lure away the two women and the pointed-eared army in the Witch Forest.

And we will hang the Dimensional Stone Magic Clock on the roots of the largest Oak of Ages in the Witch Forest. When the blood-stained pendulum strikes No. 13 times, the great Horned Rat will be able to absorb the magic of the Oak of Ages! "

"YES! YES! This plan sounds perfect, so where is the magic clock and when should we implement this plan?"

"Don't worry, the Demon Rat Waste City will soon launch an attack on Pointy Ear's lair in the forest. When the plan begins, they will use teleportation magic to send the Demon Bell here, and then the plan will begin!"

Chuanquluo sat leisurely on the Bonecrusher's back. The stamina brought by the dimensional stone powder made his perception of the surroundings a bit dull. At this moment, he just wanted to find a place to have a good sleep.

If nothing else goes wrong, the Demonic Rat Abandoned City should have already started preparing to attack Athel Loren. I believe it won't be long before the Dimensional Stone Demonic Bell will be sent directly through the portal, right?

If I can successfully complete this task, I can definitely become the Horned Rat’s agent in the mortal world, YES! YES!

Thinking of this, Chuanquillo excitedly stood up from the Bone Crusher's back, and then loudly ordered to the slave rats behind him who were exhausted from digging:
"You lazy idiots, is it your turn to rest now? Hurry up and dig a new nest for me. Don't forget that you are working for the Horned Rat now, not me!"

"So are there any extra meals?"

Rumbling--

With a flash of dazzling green light, Chuanquillo watched with satisfaction that the clan rat who had talked back to him had turned into a ball of charred ashes, and then faced the frightened slave rats and yelled:

"Extra food, what extra food? Only those rats who are useless to the Horned Rat will dream of extra food. How can you, the pillars of the Demon Rat Wasted City, like you, get extra food? You are here to serve the Horned Rat. !
work! "

squeak~
Facing such a rampant Chuanquillo, the rats of the Mobides clan simply dared not speak out in anger. After all, the Storm Rats of their clan had already surrendered to each other.

Didn't you see that even their warlord Regos could only stand obediently next to the Bonebreaker and act like a henchman? If you are hungry, just be hungry. Being able to survive is the most important thing now.

As slave rats, they themselves are actually part of the food. Now as food materials, they are lucky enough to be able to earn food for themselves. "That's it. Only if you are obedient will you be eligible to get food from the Gray Prophet clan, otherwise there will be no need to discuss anything!"

Seeing the slave rats below silently digging in the soil, Chuanquillo, who was already high, couldn't help but have a crazy smile on his face. He really enjoyed this feeling of controlling the fate of others.

At this moment, he was domineering and didn't care about the resentment in the eyes of the slave rats. He didn't even notice that Regos had left unknowingly. After all, he was just a loser.

However, the fledgling Chuanquluo seems to have forgotten that in the despicable rat society, those who need to be vigilant most are the losers who have nothing!
Because losers have nothing, which means they can become even crazier!

————A few days later, Grand City
"So, you two killed all the rat men in the sewer pipes, and found the location of the rat man's lair all the way through the thorns, and killed all the rat trolls inside?"

In the office in the black tower, Tyrion, who was almost overwhelmed by various documents, was looking at the two figures in front of him, one tall and one short, with strange eyes. He was very suspicious that there was something wrong with his ears.

Since Gotrek and Phoenix had not come out of the sewer pipes for several days, Tyrion, who thought they had died, went to the hotel to express his apology to the dwarf rune master who led the team.

The Rune Master didn't care about this. After all, the dwarf's oath was to pursue death in hard battles, so he believed that Gotrek had only honorably fulfilled his oath as a butcher.

For this reason, everyone even held a simple funeral for Phoenix to commemorate this brave human who fought with the dwarf butcher until the last moment.

But now, the two people who were supposed to die actually came out of the sewer pipe alive. How could this not surprise Tyrion?
"Yeah, I didn't expect that I would dare to face the attacks of so many Storm Rats alone, and I still survived. This is simply a miracle!"

Facing Tyrion's inquiry, Phoenix's face was full of excitement, and he was obviously very satisfied with his heroic performance in the sewer pipe.

You must know that when he first met Gotrek, he was just a war reporter hiding in the grass watching the dwarf butcher perform unparalleled attacks on the battlefield. He had almost no combat effectiveness at all.

But in this battle, his total output actually reached 1%. This is simply a miracle!

Although there is no comparison with the real monster Gotrek, as an ordinary human being it is still enough to make him proud!

(I heard that Gotrek was recorded in the novel as killing half of the greenskins and ratmen in the world. Is this true or not?)

Gotrek stood aside and did not mock his human companions as usual. Instead, he took out a crumpled note stained with blood from his pocket and put it on the table and said:

"I met a white-haired rat-man in the rat-man's lair. When he saw me, he put this note on the ground and ran away with his head in his arms. The words written on it should be your human words, right?"

"Oh? Let me see, can this be his recipe for tonight?"

Hearing this, Tyrion picked up the note from the table and read it with some curiosity, but it didn't take long for his frivolous brow to gradually wrinkle, and then he sat up straighter.

Although Tyrion is not too familiar with the human writing in the Warhammer world, the few complex terms he can recognize are enough to illustrate the seriousness of the situation:
Age Oak, Great Horned Rat, Athel Loren...

Almost every one of these terms that were familiar to him was enough to give Rohan a headache, let alone Tyrion, who had just started to contact the Warhammer world?
"It's not good...it's not good!"

"What's wrong? Is that rat man going to catch dwarfs for dinner today?"

The vengeful Gotrek obviously hadn't forgotten Tyrion's previous ridicule to the dwarves, so he asked Tyrion curiously while replying.

Since Phoenix had been hiding far away and did not dare to participate in the high-end game of slaughtering the rat trolls, Gotrek did not have the opportunity to take out the note and translate it, and naturally he did not know the content on the note.

After reading all the contents on the note, Tyrion took a deep breath, then stood up from the chair and asked Gotrek seriously:

"Did you notice anything particularly weird when you were in the rat lair, such as a huge pendulum or some kind of statue of the horned rat?"

"No...well, I didn't pay much attention to it. After all, I was busy cutting everything that moved in half in half. I didn't have much time to spend looking at the scenery."

Hearing this, Gotrek couldn't help but show an unnatural look on his face, obviously realizing that he might have missed something.

A butcher won't think about other things while fighting, just like a vampire won't appreciate art.

But fortunately, Phoenix recorded all the information he saw in great detail, so he took out the notebook he carried with him and introduced:

"Although I don't know what the relationship between the Rats and Beastmen you are talking about is, I have painted a piece of Demonic Rock in the center of their lair. This evil statue also holds a glowing magic clock tower in its hand. !”

"let me see?"

Tyrion took the notebook on the table and observed it carefully. He had to say that as a senior student at Altdorf University, Phoenix's painting was very expressive, and he basically perfectly restored the charm of the statue of the Horned Rat.

But the most eye-catching thing is the strange magic clock outlined in green paint that the Great Horned Rat statue holds in his hand. Even through observation on paper, Tyrion feels an ominous premonition:

"This thing must be destroyed as soon as possible!"

(End of this chapter)