Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Four hours before the Pious Legion entered the arena, in the depths of an indiscernible mountain range...

"I still hate drilling holes. It gives me a bad feeling... this place is going to collapse at any moment."

Kunnier kept complaining, covering his mouth and nose and looking depressed.

Elvis wanted to curse this unreliable old friend. I am gathering reliable warriors to avenge the priest, not looking for a nagging ghost to talk nonstop.

"Then why don't you go fight with the Flame Knights?"

The Grand Master rolled his eyes and told Kunniel to shut up. He also wanted to go... but Creon didn't want to.

They are all taking advantage of their age and seniority. When I become the chief courtier of His Highness Draknir, I will definitely teach them a lesson.

With a glimmer of hope for the future in his heart, Kunnier carefully observed the situation in the tunnel... A lonely burning torch kept swaying and burning when it was raised by the witch hunter. No one knew what he was thinking, lighting a torch to illuminate the cave with a lack of oxygen.

"Are you sure this kid... is a normal person? Your Majesty's vision is correct, right? Why do I feel that he is no different from those witch hunters, they are all stupid."

The question in the elven language made Victor just focus on moving forward. He was not interested in listening to the two chatterboxes who kept talking, as if they wanted to say everything they wanted to say in this narrow cave.

It was still a rolling of the eyes. Elvis could no longer hold back this guy. I said one sentence and you can say ten. Are we at war or performing a play?

"Go ask the Phoenix King. Don't keep asking me questions that you can't answer. If I say he has no problem, does that mean I have better vision than your majesty... If I say he has a problem, then I'm going against your majesty's wishes."

"What a clown."

Kunnier said nothing more, thinking that Elvis had become increasingly boring during the years he had been at Lauren Loren.

A sharp voice made Kunnier's depressed state improve a little.

"Come on, I smell Nezumi."

Kunniel was somewhat happy, thinking that he could immediately organize a massacre to celebrate these fruitless days.

But when he looked around, he saw Elvis slowly shaking his head, indicating that he did not feel the rat man approaching.

He kept cursing in Elvish: "How can a human monkey know rats as well as the Great Master of the Horned Viper? Damn it! I should have gone the other way! There must be rats over there!"

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Chuan Kui Luo stood on the rough stone slab of the human skin altar, and the moist breath from the dark underground river that rushed into his nostrils made him feel relaxed all over.

The Grey Prophet could feel the creaking stone slabs under his feet slowly moving under the will of the Horned Rat. This cave, which carried the hopes of the Demon Rat Council, was shaking and operating in the shadow realm under the world. Countless slave rats were carrying the dimensional stones with difficulty, using their lives as the price to replenish the super destruction engine built by Mosquita, the leader of the Skuri clan, which stood in the center of the cave.

He could hear the drowsy chirping of bats on the cave walls above his head, the sour smell of wet fur, the stench of rotting wood, the pungent smell of roasting mice on an open fire, the rust of rusted metal and the tempting aroma of warpstone burning in the metal furnace. After a full month in the mines of Karak Dreadnought, these smells of destruction seemed to welcome the arrival of the Grey Prophet.

Tsanquilo straightened his body and neighed with satisfaction. Soon, after a while, he would activate this important destruction engine himself, turning the entire Karak Dreadnought into ruins, and let the damned pointy-eared Phoenix King watch his army being destroyed.

Countless black-faced assassins of Clan Eshin will emerge from the shadows and strangle those damn hairless things within the ruins. The human emperor, the dwarf high king... Perhaps the Phoenix King of the elves is difficult to kill, but the ratmen believe that he will die sooner or later.

Chuan Kui Luo was very excited. As long as things went well this time and the Horned Rat's wishes were met, he would no longer have to risk facing those cold-blooded scaly creatures all the time after returning to the Skaven Capital and lead the Grey Prophet Clan's servant army to wander around the outskirts of the Withered Swamp.

He will become one of the thirteen Grey Prophets appointed by the Lord of Corruption and enjoy an extremely noble status in the underground empire. Even those warlords and leaders who once sneered at him will crawl at the feet of Lord Chuan Kuiro and beg the Grey Prophet Lord to give them the punishment they deserve!
The Grey Prophet, wearing a rotten robe and with a gem of the Horned Rat's mark on his chest, once again examined the situation in the cave. Countless ratmen were struggling to fill the oversized drill with dimensional stones. The steam engine stolen from Wiesen Territory would provide the energy to start it up. Then, one brass ball after another would infuse the gathered dimensional stones into it. Through rapid rotation and blasting, with five locations operating simultaneously, Karak Dreadnought would be reduced to ruins.

The failure to steal the power of the Maelstrom does not mean that the ratmen have gained nothing... At least the Skuri Clan has begun to understand the operating mechanism of the Maelstrom. Following the example of the elves' super-giant magic, they have reversed the process and come up with a special device that can gather the winds of magic and explode them.

Although the price was very high, the Grey Prophet Clan lost many members before they obtained the divine object bestowed by the Horned Rat himself...but it was all worth it.

Chuan Kui Luo was so convinced that as long as the red-skinned humans with rat skeletons didn't find the cave, in just a few hours, under the guidance of the Evil Moon, the Gray Mountains would have a carnival feast!
As for those green-skinned creatures, they were nothing but victims of the Skaven's plan. It was simply wishful thinking for them to defeat the coalition forces of the hairless creatures and rush to the city of Altdorf as the Night King Snik had expected.

Four hours...

Chuan Kui Luo raised his fingers and calculated the time carefully. He needed to leave this terrible place immediately, one hour before the steam engine started.

Those small clans whose reasons were concealed and who were deceived by the four major clans into being mining slaves, let them become victims of the rise of the ratmen.

The ratmen lack resources, food, and tools, but the only thing they have is ratmen. Keeping elite storm rats is far more useful than some roadside weeds.

The forked triangular staff flashed a strange light in the darkness, and Chuan Kui Luo's body was shaking with excitement...

One hour is up!

"Grey Prophet, sir, those cold-blooded minions are coming!"

Chuan Kui Luo was somewhat dissatisfied with his fantasy being interrupted. He waved his staff and the dimensional stone lightning struck a lazy slave rat as a warning to others.

After a period of convulsions and madness, the slave rat that was killed by the dimensional stone lightning soon became food for its companions...

Chuan Kui Luo looked at the situation below with great satisfaction: "Let them come, let them become the victims of the great Grey Prophet Chuan Kui Luo!" (End of this chapter)