Warhammer

"Goddess, bless us..."

......

"All of our tribesmen together cannot put together such an army." At the dock, a Naga's snake-like eyes flickered as she looked at the ferocious land army in front of them, with some envy in her words.

"If we had even half of this army, we could conquer the entire Mother Land."

The Naga called the shattered world of Lustria the "Mother Land" because the earliest Naga were born there.

They were now on a Tyrell warship, the Glory, moored in the harbor. Below them was the dock that had been captured by the Legion, and the battle line was still advancing towards the city.

The entire Miragliano port was in chaos. Under Aiel's orders, the Naga, in cooperation with an insider, attacked the port, which had been demobilized. The Tyrells were confident that the enemy could not come from the sea without a fleet, so they relaxed the defense of the dock. This was thanks to a general who was not very dazzling but was regarded by everyone as "excellent" and who "inadvertently" made a suggestion at a military meeting.

At this time, Ai'er had hidden a group of ships in the strait near Miragliano through the Naga and some "allies" or "mercenaries" that were not easy to talk about in public, and was ready to land at the port.

At the same time, the River Troll Corps also boarded the port by diving and disguising themselves as floating objects. These monsters with immense strength and amazing recovery abilities, combined with the close combat strangling capabilities of the Wrathhorn, are unparalleled array-breaking machines.

The Naga cooperated with the Chaos Followers to create chaos and at the same time created a small wave, which allowed the landing ships to rush directly into the port after breaking out of concealment, avoiding the firepower of the artillery. The armored furious beasts that jumped off the deck started a bloody and efficient killing spree to the astonishment of the defenders.

Elko had no intention of attacking Miragliano's defenses step by step. The enemy's complacency, like the Estalia's in the past, and the relaxation of their armaments due to the lack of war for a long time, would not only expose one weakness that could be attacked.

"Let the tribesmen prepare to win the war for His Majesty."

The Naga leader gave the order while stroking his belly with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

The Tyrell reinforcements that arrived have already engaged the Legion soldiers who broke through the port area. The fierce street fighting has caused considerable casualties on both sides, but because the attack came suddenly and the Beastmen troops blessed by God suppressed the regular human soldiers, only those elite troops with sufficient training and a glorious history can compete with them.

Enemy soldiers have entered the city, which is undoubtedly very bad news for the Black Castle.

Chapter 69: The Secret of the Skaven, a Deal in the Dark

Turn back time a distance.

Before the siege of Miragliano began, the Tirells, strictly speaking, were in the "prosperous wetlands" of the Principality of Miragliano. In the place of the original withered swamp, there was such a place, well, it actually doesn't need any attention at all, because it is meaningless, there is no suspicious ruins here that can be noticed!

There are no secrets here! There is no value! It is completely, completely a dilapidated ruin, and even insects would despise the barrenness and poor environment! At least before its "good name" spreads around the world again, it does not need any attention, and it is not worth any extra attention. It is a wasteland, a ruin.

The ruined caves and barren ground, the exact number will never be known, nor will the number of bones hidden in them be known....

About 150 years ago, a group of inferior races, lowly slaves, came here under the banner of the false gods they licked, yes, yes, false gods, and burned down the rotten, evil, and blasphemous great city, the sacred homeland of all the tribes blessed by the long-horned holy gods!

Mountains collapsed and city-states fell!

The rats are howling! They are crying for the fall of their homeland!

The poem says:

My homeland for thousands of years, the mountains and rivers of 30,000 miles... once turned into scorched earth, the hair fell off and the teeth rotted and wore away; the most hurried day was when I left the temple (referring to the Magic City), the ship still sounded the bells, and I shed tears for my homeland!

Damn it, damn it! Humans, human things, die! Die!

Elf stuff! Die! Die!

Dwarf, dwarf thing! Die! Die!

Clans were massacred, dungeons were burned, and even the Skaven capital was turned into scorched earth by the holy war army. Countless precious warpstone technologies and countless blasphemous chaos knowledge were lost in that battle that Chaos almost won.

The remaining rats boarded ships and fled to the New World. Along the way, they constantly experienced storms, sea monsters, and even inexplicable whirlpool attacks. Only one in ten ships escaped from the Old World. The rats who were lucky enough to finally land on the broken Lustria did not face a virgin land where they could grow freely, but a plague. Yes, after a long and crowded voyage, the rats, perhaps because their race was abandoned by heaven, or perhaps because the gods of order cursed these pus of the world, they who originally played with and manipulated the plague were entangled in several strange plagues, and the race was once at the critical moment of extinction.

In addition to "natural disasters" such as the plague, the first opponents they faced in the New World were also extremely powerful.

After all the magic toad prophets died and Lustria was shattered by the evil moon, a fragment of an extremely huge dimensional stone, the remaining cold-blooded species underwent some unspeakable transformation. They forgot most of their past knowledge and the grand plan they had adhered to for thousands of years. They began to degenerate and become barbaric. Without the guidance of Slann, the entire new continent after the shattered Lustria completely turned into a savage jungle.

The bodies of the cold-blooded species have mutated under the influence of the dimensional stone. They are stronger, more brutal, and more violent than before!

Some terrible creatures, even the traces of their existence left behind are enough to terrify even the most skilled and careful hunters; their appearance alone is beyond the edge of mortal reason, and all those who have witnessed their existence have either disappeared silently from heaven and earth, or have lived in a cage of madness from then on due to extreme fear.

But these can be said to be the "newborn lizard people", or the cold-blooded species of the "real crazy Jurassic". Although they have completely degenerated to the level of "beasts", they still retain some ancient instincts in their blood.

such as:

Hate the Skaven.

If the "newly born" cold-blooded species had never had a large-scale unified leader, those terrifying unknown creatures, which were feared by the elven explorers as "the scourge of the world", would even cause other cold-blooded species to develop an emotion of "fear", fearing their terror.

I'm afraid that soon after the rat people land on the warm land of the new world, they will completely disappear in the turbulent jungle.

They struggled, they advanced, they overcame all obstacles, and in the New World, they expanded island by island, advanced jungle by jungle, and achieved considerable pioneering results - but!

Soon, the fleet from the Old World, Osun, arrived again, carrying a ship full of colonists. They had warships, firearms, magic, and priests. After weighing the pros and cons, the ruling rats made a crucial decision:

Turn in!

Thus began the second migration of the Skaven. Although it was not as spectacular as their escape from the Old World, it seemed rather quiet and silent - so much so that many explorers, after accidentally discovering the dungeons and ruins left behind by the ratmen, would be amazed and think that these were the works of the Lizardmen or some local indigenous people.

No one knows how the rat people have developed after moving into the deeper parts of the New World, to lands surrounded by fog, storms, ferocious sea monsters, brutal cold-blooded beasts, and even occupied by terrifying existences. How powerful are they? How powerful are they? Will their tribe still survive in the world?

All of this is a secret. Perhaps we have to wait until the next destined moment comes and the doomsday bell rings, then the secrets hidden behind the shadows will be revealed to the world!

In the Greenskin War, the Skaven who assassinated the city prince, destroyed the Invincible Fleet, and assisted the Greenskins in conquering cities seemed to indicate that:

Those filthy, smelly rats, the maggots born from the filth of the world, the pus of the world, the natural manifestation of all vile emotions... are not silent, at least they must have done something to the "old land of the South".

Al has always been wary of these rats. The original hasty destruction of the world was certainly due to the high-dimensional evil god's forced cheating and taking sides, but the rats' ability to stir up trouble is indeed first-class.

The Skaven reinforcements that appeared quietly and then quickly retreated during the battle have always been a thorn in El's heart. In order to prevent the Skaven from causing trouble, he has formed a special "rat catching team" in every city, and inspections of sewers, underground passages, abandoned cities and the like are always ongoing. He even goes so far as to ask for advice from his loving mother, the all-knowing mother, and the shepherd god of all things to track down the hiding places of the rats. What kind of evil schemes are they planning in the shadows where they are curled up?

"I will never tolerate evil!"

......

At least, that's what it seems on the surface.

......

Today, in the Withered Swamp, on the site of the former Skaven capital, the "Ruins of the Wasteland" as Tyrell called it.

The two teams are in contact shrouded in darkness.

"Yes! Yes! Deal. It's the will of the Horned Rat!"

"I'll give you the things, but you are not allowed to betray me, betray me!"

The figure wearing a black robe and looking like a hunchbacked human was holding a staff emitting an unclean green light. The four dirty fingers and the tail that swung from time to time, a filthy and blasphemous smell naturally spread around him. Even the guard Nujiao, who was silent as a stone and could fight to the death even with hundreds of wounds on his body, was disgusted by this blasphemous smell and it was directly expressed in his emotions.

"Don't you always regard successful betrayal as an achievement?"

Kael'thas sneered and put the blueprint into his pocket.

"Holy Spirit, the will of the Holy Spirit! It must be accomplished, yes! Yes! It must be accomplished!"

Under the black robe is a Grey Prophet of the Skaven.

These priests who can listen to the teachings of the Great Horned Rat and spread the gospel of destruction are regarded as apostles of the Horned Holy Spirit. Wherever they appear, it often means that the rats have a despicable and evil plan here.

"As long as you abide by the contract, we will fulfill it."

"Remember, this war has nothing to do with you. Evacuate all your children to the swamp."

"The Legion only needs your help in opening up Miragliano. Don't do anything unnecessary and stupid."

The Grey Prophet's scarlet rat eyes flashed with an unsettling cold light, and it quickly responded while thinking:

"Yes, yes! Contract, abide by the contract!"

"The human stuff belongs to you, the holy city, the holy city belongs to the Skaven!"

"Alliance, together, cleanse! Yes, cleanse all the stupid and corrupt things!"

There was so much fanaticism in its words that they did sound "sincere", but Kael'thas would never believe these rats, even if they stood on his side.

These things are equally disgusting whether they are allies or enemies.

He had no intention of staying any longer, and quickly left with his guards. The rats also quickly burrowed into the dungeon and disappeared.

The mages who stayed behind summoned the Fire of Aqsha to burn the ground where the rats had been active, and then drew the wind of light to illuminate the place, purifying the remaining pollution in the air. Then they caught up with the troops of the commander of the Second Legion and returned to the army that was on the Eastern Expedition.

He had gotten what the Legion needed.

It turns out that the Skaven have been infiltrating the underground world of Miragliano for a long time. If Al had not received the revelation from the Four Mothers and found these rats in the sewers to negotiate, I am afraid that both sides of the war would have been kept in the dark about this news.

Through the rats, Al can quietly send part of his huge army underground and hide it in Miragliano's developed underground passages.

The Skaven would guide them through passages that even the humans living on this land had not noticed, and directly break into cities and the like, from various places, houses, mansions, palaces, warehouses...

The Miraglianos, who have no defense against their own internal affairs, will be ruthlessly stabbed in the soft heart!

At the same time, the cooperation with the rats must not reveal any clues. The Skaven who were sent to lead the legion have been treated as abandoned pawns in the transaction and are all targets to be eliminated.

In the offensive that Ai'er had already launched, the city walls, ports, sewers, and the herds of beasts occupying the sky, this was a four-pronged attack by sea, land, air and ground that was rare in the entire medieval world.

To be honest, he even felt that it was a waste of the damage inflicted to use it on Miragliano.

But it is absolutely necessary.

Chapter 70: Break the city!

The Five Seals believers hiding among the Tyrells made great contributions in this decapitation assault. Taking advantage of the chaos caused by the sudden attack and the surprise attack by the United Kingdom, they could easily fish in troubled waters. As long as they were careful and gently stirred up the pond that was already a quagmire, they could achieve considerable results.

"I'm following orders!"

"The Northern Army's request for help only arrived this morning! How could I have expected that they would be destroyed at noon! Do you think I should be blamed for the loss of the reinforcements? Fine! Give me a sword and I will go to the city wall myself!"

"I have never received any message from you, nor have I received any order from the military to mobilize troops! I cannot send you reinforcements - that's enough! The situation in other places is even more tense!"

"Why didn't you report that the Ninth Battalion was emptied?! Damn it, I've received too much news! Hurry up and find a way to fill the battle line!"

The defenders' situation became increasingly difficult. The wise commander seemed to realize that something was wrong, but he was completely helpless as the enemy's offensive became more and more fierce. He could only curse, "The military is full of good-for-nothings! Insects!" while desperately trying to maintain the defense line.

The news that the enemy had opened a second battlefield at the port dealt a heavy blow to the morale of the defenders on the city walls, especially those citizen militiamen who were temporarily serving. Their families and houses were in the city. If they fought bloody battles with the enemy on the city walls, but the city behind them was captured by the enemy, then what was the point of their bloodshed?

Therefore, many people, especially those whose homes are close to the port area, hope to return to defend and fight the enemy in the streets. They want to die in the glorious battlefield of defending their homes, rather than having to fight hard in the front and then lose the whole game if their homes are stolen in the rear!

But the offensive of the El Legion did not give these people any chance.

The second battlefield in the port has attracted a large number of enemy reserve forces. It's time for the "underground raid" to show its power!

Those poor slave rats were forced to leave by the beastmen after completing the "will of the Horned Holy Rat". Their bodies were collected and accidentally "excavated" later, which could be used as evidence of the underground threat of Miragliano - the regime of the old principality was so incompetent that it didn't even notice the old enemy right under its nose!

The troops defending the city are now faced with fires everywhere and have to put out fires everywhere, but they have fewer and fewer troops at hand, while the enemies who enter hand-to-hand combat and join the front-line battlefield are increasingly at an extreme disadvantage.

The legion suddenly emerged through various hidden underground passages and broke into the city like a divine force "descending from the sky". It was a disaster for the Tyrell troops who were rushing around anxiously like headless flies to put out the fire!

In the city they were familiar with, on the streets they were familiar with, they were attacked unexpectedly!

One-sided massacre took place everywhere in the city of Miragliano. Many troops had just withdrawn from the front line to rest when they were suddenly attacked by beastmen who appeared out of nowhere; some troops were ordered to support the front line, but were suddenly intercepted by the enemy on their way.

To be on the safe side, any time there is any contact with the ratmen, such as this time when the Skaven were leading the way and attacking the city, the troops used were all Beastmen themselves, and the human troops were on the front line attacking the city walls, or scattered around to capture the city.

Battle reports one after another, defense lines constantly being torn and breached on the sand table, all of this made the prince, who was in the Black Castle and coordinating the city's defense with the assistance of his loyal lieutenants, feel extremely anxious, and his hands and feet were cold.

Still the same problem.

Where did the enemy come from? !

Can the beastman fly and hide?!

All the reports were complaining and asking for reinforcements, and all the feedback was "the situation is critical, support is needed immediately", but the troops in the prince's hands were getting smaller and smaller. He even discovered just now that except for his own palace guards and another group of Visconti family private soldiers, the huge Miragliano did not even have a fully equipped and staffed troop that could be mobilized for reinforcement at any time!

"Bang—troops!"

"Bang—troops!"

Prince Rodrigo suddenly hammered the sand table twice in succession, shocking the adjutants who were also in a state of panic.

He shouted "troops" every time he knocked, suddenly grabbed the collar of a staff officer beside him, and roared at him with red eyes:

"Where are my troops! Where is my legion! That damn guy! That hybrid orc! Where did it get so many troops!"

"How did it get the mongrel beast behind the city wall!"

The prince roared, the rage in his chest making him furious. He glared and glanced at everyone present.

"There are traitors among me! There are traitors in my country!"

The prince's eyes, examining the traitor, swept over everyone, including the servants who had served for generations and were theoretically inseparable from the Visconti.

"Find them! Find them and kill them! Find my legion!"

No one dared to speak, for everyone knew that the prince had lost his mind in anger at this moment, and it would not be surprising what he did - even if he suddenly ordered the execution of everyone in the room, those still loyal guards would probably carry out the prince's orders without hesitation.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the house. Hearing this sound, some people present breathed a sigh of relief.

The princess is here.