Warhammer in a box

Chapter 299 You don’t want to be eaten, do you?

Belegar and his warriors walked into this underground passage that had been abandoned for who knows how many years. If the dwarf underground passage was once built in a regular and planned manner, then under the destruction of the ratmen, the underground passage now had already been completely unrecognizable.

They left marks along the way, but after moving forward for a while, Belegar discovered that it would be wishful thinking if they wanted to reach Bafeng Mountain by themselves using the underground network.

"Don't let your guard down. There may still be some ratmen here." Belegar did not put down the weapon in his hand. He still maintained a sense of crisis about the ratmen.

Suddenly, a hissing sound of rats was heard in the passage, and from time to time the sound of swords clashing could be heard.

"Chief! There's something going on ahead. It's those rats!"

Sure enough, there were a certain number of Skaven still living in this underground network. Belegar, who was anxious to find out the situation, immediately led his people forward. When they reached a cave entrance and looked out.

The ratmen of the two clans were fighting each other. The original technological weapons of the ratmen were gone. Without the supply from the Skryre clan, all the ratmen returned to the most primitive hand-to-hand combat.

But the next scene is the most shocking.

A large number of other ratmen were lying on the bodies of the ratmen killed in the battle. They were gnawing at their companions madly, as if they had been hungry for a long time. They didn't care even if the tribesmen around them were still fighting.

Belegar knew that the dead slave rats among the ratmen would be used as food for other slave rats, but there were not only slave rats below, but also clan rats and even storm rats!
The Horned Rat is dead, but the ratmen still exist and they are still multiplying in large numbers, but they are caught up in backstabbing, conspiracy, and massive power struggles.

The Grey Prophets gradually began to lose power, and without the rule of the Council of Thirteen, the Skaven began to completely indulge their nature.

The ratmen Grey Prophets who were not in the Skaven City kept trying to communicate with their gods, but they found that they could not even use magic. After the originally strong and brutal Grey Prophet lost his greatest support, he was retaliated and attacked by other rats.

The rat warlords want to rise to power, and the lower-ranking rats also want to climb to higher positions in this turmoil. Enemies of other races have long become unimportant in their eyes.

The underground network under Bafeng Mountain has now completely turned into a slaughterhouse.

A Grey Seer hissed and yelled at the end of the team.

In front of him was the last troop of the Grey Prophet Clan he belonged to. Although he had lost his magic, he still used his sweet words to maintain his ruling position. After all, his influence was still there, but it seemed that it would not last long.

Beside him, two strong ratmen warlords were approaching and questioning him.

"You have deceived us. The great Horned Rat no longer responds to you, Grey Prophet. It is time for you to give up your position as the leader of the clan!"

"You ignorant creatures! How can you guess the greatness of the Horned Rat? I am the spokesperson for the Horned Rat. If you dare to do anything to me, just imagine what kind of fight you will receive when the Horned Rat returns!"

The Grey Seer continued to try to use intimidation to force the two Skaven warlords into compromise.

But the warlords had lost their patience long ago. They were eager to use the Grey Prophet to exchange for a truce with the opposing clan. If they continued like this, the two of them would die before waiting for the Horned Rat!
The Grey Seer found that his words were no longer efficacious, and he seemed to be in despair. He kept retreating, while the warlord kept moving forward. Just as the warlord was about to grab the Grey Seer, a dwarf's war cry was heard from a cave nearby.

"Dwarf?! That voice is from a dwarf? How could a dwarf appear here?!"

The Grey Prophet and the warlords all found it incredible. They had long believed that the dwarves had been frightened and would never dare to enter this underground network again. Their usual opponents were the greenskins entrenched in the Eight Peaks Mountain!
Belegar, holding a battle axe in one hand and a shield in the other, rushed into the fighting ratmen like a tank.

And more than a thousand dwarf warriors behind him also rushed up together.

The melee ability of the ratmen was already incomparable to that of the dwarves, not to mention that the ratmen were now disorganized and had already suffered heavy casualties in fighting each other. Even if the weapons and ammunition were all used up, the axe alone could easily kill all the ratmen.

Belegar charged directly in the direction of the Grey Prophet. The ratmen blocking his way were unable to stop him at all, and the two ratmen warlords also tried to kill Belegar together.

"Dang" the warlord's weapon hit Belegar's armor, leaving only a scratch, while the other warlord's weapon was blocked by the shield.

Belegar chopped off the head of one warlord with his backhand, and another warlord was hit in the kidney after three moves and died from excessive blood loss.

After dealing with the two rat warlords, Belegar grabbed the neck of the Grey Prophet who was trying to escape, but did not kill him.

"Dirty rat, now I'll give you a chance to live!"

The Grey Prophet looked at Belegar who killed two warlords as if they were his own, and then looked at the rats who were being slaughtered by the dwarf army. He compromised on the spot.

"I want to live! I want to live! Give me a chance! I don't want to die!!"

The Gray Prophet, who fell from the pinnacle of power to the bottom of the valley, cherishes his life even more.

"You must know the passages in this underground network! I need you to lead the way! Lead me to the one that leads to Mount Bafeng!"

"Eight Peaks Mountain? Of course! Of course I know. We have been fighting those goblins up there for so many years. I know every passage leading to Eight Peaks Mountain! I will tell you! But you have to let me go first! I know you can't let me live after I tell you the route. Dwarf, let's make a trade!"

The Grey Prophet's sinister voice came again, but the dwarves never had the habit of trading with the ratmen, and they would not buy it.

Don't tell me? Okay, okay.

Belegar's axe flashed past, and one of the Grey Seer's arms was removed.

The Gray Prophet hadn't even reacted yet, staring at the arm that had fallen to the ground in a daze.

"Ahhhhhhh! My hand!!!"

"You can choose not to say anything, but then you will lose your other hand and both of your legs. Maybe you are strong enough to hold on until that moment, then you will be thrown to your compatriots."

Belegar moved his body, allowing the Grey Seer to look at the rats that had been mostly killed but some were still captured.

"Did you see the look in their eyes? Did you see the hatred they have for you? Did you also see how hungry they are? Rats, are you hungry? Do you want to take revenge on the Grey Prophet who oppressed you?"

Belegar's words reached the ears of the captured slave mice. The powerful ratmen were all killed. The dwarves could not leave these threatening guys. The remaining ratmen were all slave rats, who were often tortured by the Grey Prophet.

Although the slave rats said nothing, one could see from their eyes that they were indeed eager.

Of course, the Grey Seer could see that he was panicking this time.

"I say! I say! Don't leave me to them! I'll lead the way for you!!!"

(End of this chapter)