Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

The rat men are dormant...

Get rid of those stupid things, Clan Morse is the greatest! The City of Eight Pillars belongs to me, Gonodor, yes, yes.

The hairless tall elf stuff, the stupid bearded dwarf stuff, the brainless green skinned stuff with brains as big as shit, can't stop the Moss clan from marching towards the surface, yes, that's right.

The hot seal of the Horned Rat on his forehead made Gnoldor's already irritable nerves even tighter. All he could think about was the benefits gained from winning the Eight-Pillar City, and he pulled down the leader of the grinning clan, Krich Doomclaw. , become the undisputed warlord of the Skaven underground kingdom!

The Lord of Disaster is lurking in the dark, silently suppressing the Holy Seal of the Horned Rat for the grumpy little mouse. Gnodor is still useful for the time being, and can cause trouble for the troublesome elves. As long as it is delayed a little longer, the situation in Skaven City will be improved. It will get better.

The influence of the Great Horned Beast's Seal dissipated, only making Gnoldor's eyes become redder and crazier. He had just imagined sitting next to the Great Prophet of Gray Claw, and letting the Moss clan replace the Grin clan and become the real leader of the underground empire. One of the rulers.

With timidity and hatred, he stared at the Disaster Lord, who symbolized Skaven's highest honor. This great demon was summoned by the sacrifice of the souls of all members of the conquering clan under the instructions of the Archhorn God.

The Lord of Disaster has cunning eyes and turns a blind eye to Gnoldor's hatred. He is happy to see this situation. The power of the Lord Skaven comes from the awe, hatred, and jealousy of his people...

Those qualities that symbolize virtue in ordinary races only make the horned rat who tastes its soul feel sick.

How could any Rat Man think that loyalty, bravery, piety, and humility are virtues? The people of the Horned Rat must be cunning, cowardly, suspicious, and arrogant, otherwise they are not worthy of living in the underground kingdom.

Gnoldor, who was stared at by the Lord of Disaster, regained his consciousness a little. He shrank his head and made a squeaking sound. It was obvious that he understood the way of survival of the Skaven better than Quik, the right paw of the suzerain who had not yet appeared.

"Great, great envoy of Chickmorier, the Moss clan needs your help, help, yes, yes." Gnoldor curled up and showed fear as much as possible, explaining the current predicament bit by bit. .

"We found traces of dwarf stuff in the underground tunnels. They, they burned the Moss clan's hidden stronghold with flames. We lost control of the outskirts of the Eight Pillar City, yes, yes."

Chick Molière disappeared, leaving only a strange and unpredictable look for Gnaudol. The Rat Man may not be able to get the Eight Pillar City, but it can't be obtained by Dwarf Duozi either. It only requires a long-term war of attrition. , the pointy-eared things as reinforcements will naturally retreat.

The Holy Seal of the Horned Rat made Gonodor understand the intention of the War Messenger, and he was so excited that he kept calling Yes, Yes.

Since the last time the Skaven City tried their best to assassinate the Prince of Pointy-eared Things at the expense of exposing the Altdorf underground city, all the rats did not want to see the fire dragon flag, like a ghost symbolizing taboos underground. Empire wanders.

"Occupy the underground area and let the green-skinned things and the pointed-eared things fight. The great, great Moss clan only has to deal with the short Duozi, yes, yes."

The strategic thinking of both sides coincides with each other in a sense. Caledor is not good at tunnel warfare. Usually, mercenaries and lizardmen are responsible for annihilating Pestilen in Lustria, unless the giant horned viper is transferred. To a bad place, otherwise no one would want to turn into the gutter.

Although the Eternal Peak army is familiar with tunnel warfare, the Angland clan, which is familiar with the direction of the Eight Peaks Mountains network, is undoubtedly a better choice. This is equivalent to fighting in their hometown, even though this hometown is full of enemies...

Belegar, who had obtained the command of the thousand bearded warriors in Eternal Peak, was full of confidence. Although Thorgrin was very unkind in managing the Badlands, he was still quite reliable in fighting. The more than a thousand long-bearded warriors were mostly professional soldiers who used hammers and broken iron, rather than conscripted soldiers like dwarf warriors who usually wielded shovels and chisels.

After rewarding the army with the beer that had just been delivered, Belegar called on the clans to set off immediately and pour into an underground tunnel that had been reserved for a long time.

The first to lead the battle was naturally the steam tank, which had been explored for a long time. The steel beast's performance in war over the years had completely conquered Angland.

The roaring whistle is like the war cry of Grimnir, the force of the smashing upon impact is comparable to the Granite hammer, and the solid and thick armor is like the shield in Valaya's hand.

They affectionately called this steam tank - an inferior thing from the Pointy Ears factory.

The reason is that after regaining their homeland, they intend to create one, or even dozens of more powerful steel beasts, to overwhelm Pointy Ears in the limelight of engineering.

The front of the car was replaced with a low-quality tunnel-specific steam drill. The first thing it did was to rush towards the sunken ground. According to Belega's estimation, the buried tunnel's soil layer was only about 20 meters. It would take some effort to reach the entrance. .

Machinery is much faster than manual labor. After the drill bit brought out a large amount of soil and gravel, the surrounding soldiers with shovels quickly followed up and piled the excess aside.

They needed to dig out an entrance that could accommodate at least ten people walking side by side in one night and ensure that it would still be there during the evacuation.

Only dwarves have this confidence. If rat people were to do this, many rats would have been buried alive the moment the cavity was dug.

After the two full moons set, Belegar smelled the stench of rat men from the deep cave, and his face was neither happy nor worried.

There was no joy because the estimate was successful, and there was no anger at the rats occupying the tunnels in their homes.

He walked up to the hood of the inferior car, raised the Angland flag that symbolized the rightful owner of Eight Peaks Mountain, and in his calm tone, anyone could feel the strong desire for revenge.

"Sons of Clan Angrond! Dwarves united under the voice of Grimnir for revenge! All dwarves who feel shamed by the fall of the Eight Peaks, the jewel of the Mountain Kingdom!
Listen to me, the Angland clan has failed countless times in its four thousand years of exile. My brothers, my father, my grandfather, my great-grandfather...

Every one of them failed and died in their hometown that never really stopped..."

Belegar's eyes glared, and an invisible aura emerged with the fierce words. In the king's voice, and in the cold wind blowing from the tunnel, everyone heard the murmur of their ancestors.

"But I will never fail! I hereby swear to the three ancestral gods Granny, Grimnir, and Valaya that if the Eight Peaks Mountain cannot be recaptured this time, the bloodline of King Loen will be extinct in his homeland! The mountains The kingdom no longer has the name of Iron Hammer!" (End of this chapter)