Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"The Skaven are real, not a plan made up by you witch hunters to deceive the Imperials?"

Marcus's repetitive tone fully illustrates the Empire's general attitude towards the Skaven. The deeds of the Wolf Emperor are brought up again, but most of them have been erased by the Skaven.

In the past hundred years, apart from a few rats found in the sewers of Altdorf, most people have never seen these horrible creatures that are considered a chronic disease by the elves.

"You were a guard in Erlengrad. Didn't you encounter rats in the north?" Victor couldn't stand the nagging soldier. After killing a group of rats with his own hands, he still questioned whether the Skaven race was a legend.

Marcus shrugged and spread his hands, saying carelessly, "You know, no one would take the initiative to provoke those elves. I just occasionally follow the National Defense Army to deal with small-scale Yankee raiders that appear in the port."

"Small scale?" Victor knew that the Yankees had just organized a revenge operation against Erengrad not long ago, the scale of which was no less than that of the Yankee fleet near Marienburg.

"According to what the respected Judith said, it is indeed a small-scale operation. Who would have thought that the ambassador was once a grandfather?"

"How many Yankees have you killed?" Victor didn't want to hear about Marcus' relationship with the elves. Although he was entrusted with an important mission by the Phoenix King, he still didn't want to hear it.

"One hundred and twenty-six, right? The Erlengrad Tavern will give you a discount based on the number of enemies you kill. I can get a 20% discount."

Marcus's complacent look was met with a look from Victor that seemed like he was recognizing the Soldier all over again. Anyone who has dealt with the Yankees knows how difficult these fearless barbarians are to deal with.

The frozen soil in the bitter cold has a strong physique. I don't know what they eat to grow up. The most basic plunderers are stronger than the well-trained provincial soldiers, and the Chaos Warriors who are the leaders can always cause a large number of casualties inadvertently.

The most difficult ones are the barbarians who are blessed by the Chaos Gods on the spot. While they are fighting, the cans in front of them suddenly upgrade, and cannons and swords are useless. Even if they fail to upgrade and turn into Chaos Eggs, it is enough to save soldiers a lot of trouble.

"Perhaps I don't pay you enough to justify your worth, Markus Kruber."

"Just having something to eat is enough."

Out of awe for the witch hunters, and mainly because of Victor's decisiveness in stepping forward just now, Marcus didn't mind helping this sarcastic man. When it came to fighting, who would be more suitable than Kruber?

The Red Moon Tavern was located in the corner of Uberrick City. According to their walking speed, it would take them another hour to cross two blocks.

The city was under martial law, and apart from some drunkards and patrolmen wandering the streets, there were almost no pedestrians.

After seeing the witch hunters' iconic tall hats, the patrol team invariably chose to ignore the two people who were acting late at night. If they were forced to run into each other, the captain would stand at attention and explain to Victor that nothing had happened and that everything was fine around them.

Victor merely nodded in response and ordered two patrol teams to focus on monitoring the sewer entrance near the dock.

"You seem quite...respected, sir."

At some point, Marcus changed the way he addressed Victor. He could see respect in the patrol soldiers' eyes, not just fear of the witch hunter.

"Before you answer this question, you should tell me why the elves asked you to return to the empire."

"I don't know. Maybe I drank too much at the time and only heard the word Red Moon Tavern. You know, Grandpa Elf doesn't like to repeat himself a second time, and I'm too lazy to ask."

Victor suddenly began to like this soldier a little. He was tired of the elves' nagging and mysterious talk, especially after coming into close contact with the Dragon Prince, he became even more disgusted with those unreasonable, arrogant and stubborn pointy-eared guys.

"Silver Hammer Templar Knight, Victor Salzpyre... Part-time guard of the Imperial Council's inner court."

"Unemployed mercenary Markus Kruber, sir. If you want me to swing my sword faster, you'd better bring some wine." The formal self-introduction ended with a sudden burst of flames from the alley. The flames came so fast and fierce that they seemed to be set on fire by the breath of a dragon.

Victor took off his tall hat, and his eyes showed not anger but solemnity.

The smell of magic, and the familiar smell of burning rat fur...

"Kruber, if you want gold, prove your ability."

The witch hunter never let go of his sword, stretched his left gauntlet into the thick smoke, and ran quickly towards the dark alley, determined to find out what was going on.

The soldiers were also fast. When they saw the magical flames gushing out, they subconsciously jumped back to get out of the area that might be affected.

Seeing the witch hunters running towards the alley first, he raised his head and shouted at the residents who were curiously sticking their heads out of the windows.

"Witch hunters are doing their job, so keep your doors and windows closed!"

The crowd watching the excitement immediately chose to stretch their heads back, but if they closed the windows, it would be a great underestimation of the tough character of Uberik's people.

All I saw were pots of rich, fragrant yellow soup, which, in accordance with the tradition of the Old Rick people, spilled out from the windowsills like rainbows.

"Damn, I knew it."

Kruber swiftly avoided the sobering service and did not want to continue persuading Victor, so he quickly followed Victor into the alley.

The flames continued to burn, igniting large areas of brick and wood buildings. Amidst the sizzling ruins, several charred rodent corpses lay powerlessly in a very conspicuous position.

Victor is looking for this... pyromancer who was forced to defend himself. If it is an elf, he will pay Ubberek a large sum of money for building repairs. If it is a human, he will be sent to prison to calm down for a while.

“Oh, burning mice, Sister Sienna loves to do this kind of thing the most. I really enjoy every moment of burning you to ashes.”

The high-pitched female voice made Victor realize where he was, which was on the left.

But a few rats that jumped out of the gutter naturally hindered the witch hunters' progress. They had sturdy bodies wrapped in black fur, and wore chain mail and fine steel halberds, which were extremely rare among the ratmen.

Stormrat… this was premeditated murder.

The halberd was raised above Victor's head. The rats were faster than humans imagined, and the strength of these black-haired rats even reversed the impression that the Skaven were weak.

The imminent success of the attack made Storm Rat Red Eyes even more excited. He had not eaten fresh meat for a long time, and the slave rats in the stinky ditch were not as delicious as humans.

Victor took off his tall hat, revealing his black hair that was less than an inch long. The sound of the halberd swinging in the wind made his hair flutter, but the witch hunter's next reaction was definitely not to dodge.

The slender rapier is usually equipped with a wide guard. Skilled warriors are good at using the characteristics of the weapon to fight. The combination of offense and defense is the distinctive feature of the rapier.

The handguard successfully blocked the halberd, and the witch hunter easily blocked the storm rat's attack with the strength of one hand. Then, when he picked up the opponent's weapon, the fatal bullet had already made a loud noise when his left hand pulled the trigger. (End of this chapter)