Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Monkey, you have three minutes to prove that you have not led us astray."

Kunnier was filled with rage, gritting his teeth as he stared at the lonely figure of the witch hunter in front of him. This human had killed even fewer rats than himself... and only a fraction of what he had killed as Elvis. How could he be sure that he could find a path leading to the right direction among the dozens of forks in the road?

"Is this the only patience a noble elf has... or did the Phoenix King give me the impression that all elves are very wise... It seems that the pride of the nobility cannot overcome the restlessness in their hearts."

Victor's sharp sarcasm, combined with the tone of his voice, is very infuriating, especially for someone like Kunnier who has a quick temper.

Fire flashed across the tunnel, and the Dragon Prince's hand slowly reached toward his waist...

"Don't do anything stupid. I don't want to explain to His Majesty why the conflict broke out afterwards." Pulling Kunniel, Elvis whispered in his companion's ear: "Don't speculate about him with common sense... I saw him a long time ago in the sacred land of Lustria."

"You mean he suffered..."

Without waiting for Kunnier to finish, Victor tapped lightly on the rock wall beside him. An unusually crisp sound echoed, indicating that the interior was far from as solid as it seemed.

"I found it. The next step is up to you."

Victor gave up his position. He firmly believed that this was Sigmar's guidance. Only the patron saint of the empire could guide the devout believers to find the evil rats and kill the dark forces that threatened the continuation of the empire.

Professional matters should be left to professionals. The witch hunter doesn't think that he knows more about rats than the rat extermination expert behind him... Sigma must think so too.

Elvis waved his hand to signal the professionals behind him to follow. There are many things to pay attention to when dealing with rats, especially the endless evil traps and the sudden appearance of black-faced blades.

The professional, fully dressed in armor and wrapped in a dark red linen robe, walked dully to the rock wall where Victor was knocking. The heavy gas mask looked like a steel ingot on his head, and only a vague crackling sound could be heard from it.

The wall-breaking team took out the wooden box they brought with them, and the experienced one held up a tip that looked like a spear head and inside which was a hollow silver-plated iron pipe. After the two nodded to each other, one of them lifted the equipment responsible for detecting the internal environment of the rock wall in the wooden box, and the other held the iron pipe with both hands and stabbed it hard.

The spear head was specially designed for breaking walls. The technology was derived from the dragon blade that leaked out from the palace secrets. It could easily pierce the sharp magic steel of the city gate and penetrate a quarter of the rock wall without any sound.

After sensing the pressure, the specially designed connection structure allows the gun tip to fall instantly, and the airflow flows through the hollow pipe into the equipment in the detection environment.

The operator of the wall-breaking team lowered his head to observe the crystal placed in the glass. Only after the most professional training could he distinguish the secrets contained in the airflow from the slight changes in the crystal.

"The energy concentration of the dimensional stone is 23.6 percent higher than that of the mine. There is a faint presence of deadly toxins emitted by the brass ball... The air currents flow toward the top of the mountain."

Simple means, but implies extremely complex technology and rich experience. Kunnier stared at the operation of the wall-breaking team in a daze. He remembered that a hundred years ago, they had to explore the holes with their physical bodies and were surrounded by rats all day long.

"Your technological progress..."

"Don't interrupt." Elvis raised his hand to signal his colleagues to shut up. Although the presence of rats was detected, it was difficult to estimate how many there were.

Rat extermination requires patience and is not a joke... At least Elvis thinks that Victor and others' last action was too reckless.

"Change the detection method."

At the Grand Master's command, the operator took out the mithril probe and prepared to explore the magical environment inside. However, a slight roar suddenly stopped the operator's action.

The roar was very subtle, with a mechanical operation that was not sharp but very noisy.

"This is..." Elvis had never heard this kind of sound when dealing with rats, so he was inevitably confused and couldn't tell what it was for a moment.

But as the roar became clearer and clearer from the hole, Victor, who was waiting nearby, changed his expression: "This is the sound of the steam engine starting! Just like the whistle that never stops in the factory in Wissen Territory!"

Ratmen plus steam engines, this is definitely not a good thing...

After half a minute of hesitation, Elvis thought that he had to hurry up. According to the news sent back by Victor, the ratmen laid the Screaming Bells under the Gray Mountains, which was definitely not to celebrate the great victory that the Phoenix King was about to win.

"on!"

The Wall Breaker said he understood, took back the precision instruments used for detection, and took out the drilling machine used for breakthrough. As the drill spun rapidly under the power of magic, the operator pressed a button on the handle to leave the drill bit in place.

A violent explosion ignited the special gunpowder in the drill bit, and it sprayed out along with the gravel.

Before the smoke had dispersed, Elvis had already run inside: "This is called professionalism, kill all the ratmen, if there is still enough time, we can go to Karak Dreadnought to eat some exhaust!"

But time always passes quickly. As the steam engine started, countless dimensional stones and souls were thrown into the destruction engine. The extra-large drill with a diameter of ten meters rotated very fast with only a few screaming death knells as fishing targets. Soon, the rubble covered half of the cave.

And this time, Victor actually witnessed with his own eyes what an angry Caledor elf was like.

When he saw the engine of destruction with his own eyes, accompanied by the Gray Prophet's wild laughter, Elvis felt tremendous pressure.

He thought that the rats were taking advantage of the situation and preparing to launch a sneak attack on Karak Dreadnought, but he didn't expect that the rats would not hesitate at all when they started to do something.

Kill or run...that's a choice.

The Grand Master's calm voice reached the ears of the accompanying communication personnel: "Rayleigh, leave the tunnel immediately and contact other teams to find these terrible things as soon as possible. This place is still far away from Karak Dreadnought Fort. If we want to sink the mountain, it is definitely not enough to rely on just one person..."

He estimated the general structure of the Grey Mountains. There were many peaks surrounding Karak Dreadnought, but the conservative nature of the dwarves always made them accustomed to digging the nearest mountain.

The hollowed-out mountains and the extra-large drills that were about to be started... at least five of them!

"Warn the command post on the ground that an earthquake is about to occur!"

The order is over, so the only option left is to put an end to the evil plot of the rats...

Killing, and more killing, and no one knows when it will stop.

Holding the blade of revenge, Elvis sighed in his heart, which eventually turned into the idea of ​​revenge. (End of this chapter)