The King of Elden does not die alone!

The ratman that was just chopped to death seemed to be taller than the others? And was he wearing armor?

Never mind. It doesn't matter.

As the team's most powerful spearhead, Wilden arrived at the bridge, his body already bathed in the blood of the ratmen.

"Cross the bridge!" he shouted coldly, making sure his hoarse voice could reach the ears of the citizens who were following him closely and hacking at the rats.

"Cross the bridge! Cross the bridge!"

The men spontaneously conveyed Wilden's words, and the team further quickened its pace.

The ratmen were unable to stop these humans who were surrounded by golden light. They were horrified to find that the daggers and swords in the hands of the slave rats and clan rats were almost incapable of killing these humans. Whether it was the weapons in their hands or simple bites, the wounds caused could heal rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not even poorly controlled slashes could make a cut on these humans.

And those citizens who were originally submissive under the claws of the ratmen easily smashed the ratmen's heads with the wooden sticks in their hands and cut off the ratmen's necks with the daggers they picked up.

The blessing of the Golden Tree gave them almost endless vitality, and the oath sworn by the Golden Tree allowed strength to surge in their bodies, making their bodies far tougher than those of ordinary people.

The ratmen and citizens were fighting each other, and people directed their endless anger at the ratmen who broke into the city and massacred humans. The corpses of the ratmen had become a filthy carpet, covering the entire street, and the brave citizens stepped on it, regarding it as a reward for their courage.

At this moment, an absurd idea emerged in the minds of the ratmen who were blocking the citizens in front: humans are invincible.

Row after row of panicked ratmen jumped into the waterway on both sides of the bridge.

Wilden stopped and stood on the side of the bridge. There would always be a few captured ratmen trying to sneak through, and Wilden would not let them jump into the old and weak people walking in the middle of the team.

Moreover, he had to wait for Mia to catch up before they would move forward together.

"Cross the bridge!"

Someone shouted again, and the humans had already trampled the ratmen blocking their way, and they also saw the street on the other side of the bridge.

Humans are much more orderly than ratmen. The citizens ran quickly across the narrow stone bridge in a messy but orderly manner.

Mia had seen Wilden, and she realized that this meant the people at the front were safe for the time being.

But behind her, the wall of fire lasted less than ten seconds. The moment it disappeared, the tumbling rats rushed forward.

"go!"

Five seconds after the last civilian stepped onto the bridge, Mia passed Wilden.

The two ran side by side across the bridge.

But just as they stepped onto the stone bridge, a large hand with a hairy back suddenly stretched out from the edge in the middle of the bridge, followed by another, and then a huge rat head.

The head was nearly as big as a dog's entire body, and it belonged to a rat troll.

It was a mutant monster created by the ratmen with their evil technology. When it climbed onto the bridge, it stood upright on its hands and feet like a giant gorilla, which made it taller than Wilden.

If it were standing upright, it would be three meters high.

This monster is the purest combination of the strongest muscles and the most violent rage.

The rat troll pounded the ground with its hands in anger. The stone bridge shook and the monster roared as it rushed towards Wilden.

Mia condensed a long whip of fire. She waved her hand, and the whip of fire that seemed to have substance bent in the air, drawing a graceful curve and hitting the rat troll's face.

A charred whip mark instantly appeared on the rat troll's face, and flames leapt up on its facial hair. The whipping blinded it.

The monster became more and more violent, roaring completely on instinct, and smashing around wildly with its muscular arms. Wilden rushed forward, dodged the rat troll's unconscious hand by turning sideways, and raised his two swords to stab forward.

One is pointing straight forward, and the other is pointing diagonally upward.

One pierced its brain through its jaw, and the other pierced its heart through its chest.

The two of them work together closely.

The soldier kicked hard at the rat troll that lost its life in an instant, pulled out two straight swords, and the huge rat troll fell backwards.

Even when the heavy body fell down, the ground shook.

The vibrations became stronger and stronger, and the stone bridge deck began to crack. Mia watched as the middle section of the bridge collapsed in front of her. The body of the rat troll fell into the waterway along with the rubble, and several huge and hairy hands stretched out from the broken part.

Rat trolls, more rat trolls, two of these monsters crawled out of the sewers on both sides of the waterway. They destroyed the bridge piers, climbed up the broken stone pillars to the bridge deck, and roared at Mia and Wilden in front of them.

The ends of Mia's hair are about to explode.

I turned around suddenly and saw that the ratmen were about to catch up.

Mia once again performed her own prayer, and the flaming whip continuously whipped the two advancing rat trolls. They covered their faces with their arms, roared, and slowly approached.

Wilden approached Mia cautiously.

"There's another bridge three hundred yards to the west!" the angry people on the other side of the river shouted. They were still safe now.

"Go to the palace area! Don't stop!" Mia shouted to the citizens, and she released a wall of fire at the feet of the two rat trolls.

But she didn't expect that the two rat trolls would face the scorching flames directly, break through the wall of fire, and rush towards Mia. It raised its hands, trying to fry the little mortal in front of it into a meat paste.

The girl dodged to the side in an instant when danger was imminent, and the rat troll's fist hit nothing. Wilden stepped forward, and his two swords left deep scars on the rat troll's thick arms that were visible to the bone.

"Roar—" the Rat Troll screamed in pain, covering his arm and taking two steps back.

At the other end, a rat troll with sparks all over its body rushed forward, breaking through the wall of fire.

Wilden crossed his swords to protect his chest, but he could not withstand the inhuman strength of the rat troll. The sharp uppercut with nails hit Wilden's swords and directly broke his defense. The soldier flew back several meters with the door wide open.

Just as the rat troll was about to chase, Mia threw a huge fireball at its face.

"Are you okay?"

Mia supported Wilden with difficulty. Considering their height difference, the scene was a bit funny. Without waiting for the soldier to answer, she patted Wilden's chest with an emergency recovery.

“The effect of the prayer is still there.”

Wilden replied.

Mia's subconscious action in a hurry wasted some energy. The rat troll in front of her whose face was covered with fireballs scratched its face desperately, hoping to extinguish the flames, tearing off countless flesh and blood. The shrill roar even frightened the rats behind Mia.

The rat troll's head was almost roasted. Even though it had almost torn off all the flesh on its face, revealing its bloody bones, the flames were like a cancer, spreading along the thick hair on its back to its entire body.

The rat troll died in a horrible way, rolling around until the high temperature boiled its brain through its skull which was no longer covered with skin and flesh.

Another rat troll with an injured arm was wandering behind the still burning body of its companion, threatening the two people in front of it fiercely.

But he didn't seem to dare to step forward.

"Now!" Mia shouted softly and ran towards the street they came from.

The pursuers behind them saw the powerful (relatively speaking) rat troll die so miserably, and the slave rats, clan rats, and even storm rats began to hesitate.

Countless generations of Skaven warlords and Grey Prophets have been skilled in using the same method to make these selfish, cowardly and despicable creatures obey their orders.

Before the war begins, an unlucky mouse is killed in an extremely cruel way to serve as a warning to all the mice, and all the mice are told: this is the consequence of running away.

When the rats have the unfortunate man's death deeply engraved in their minds, they will become extremely brave.

The death of the rat troll, by some strange coincidence, achieved some effects of massacre in front of the battle.

Mia didn't expect that this trick could subdue the ratmen for long. After all, she and those things were still enemies.

She unleashed another wall of fire onto the street, and the flames swept forward along the piles of rat-men corpses on the ground.

Mia couldn't help but sigh that it was really wise for humans to evolve most of their hair away.

The living ratmen could not avoid the flames, so Mia and Wilden took the opportunity to sneak into the alley on the side of the street and turn in the direction pointed out by the citizens before.

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Chapter 19. Gotrek and Phoenix

Hey, is Warhammer too fan-oriented?

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The rat man finally caught up.

Mia could already guess what methods those storm rats used to make their subordinate rats obedient.

The leader of the ratmen will never care about casualties. Even if she can burn a hundred or a thousand ratmen to death, there will still be ten thousand or twenty thousand more coming out from nowhere.

This is the Skaven, the end-of-the-world plague.

It was this endless tide of rats that drowned the rock-hard dwarf kings at the end of this world.

The rat tide is still chasing Mia and Wilden.

The girl was not familiar with the streets of the city, and she didn't even have much sense of direction.

She just remembered the direction that the citizens on the other side of the bridge had given her, and she acted according to the blessed direction.

The good news was that the ratmen were just as unfamiliar with the alleys on the surface of Nuln as she was, and their poor discipline made their pursuit even slower.

Mia heard sounds around her other than the roars of the ratmen and the screams of their human victims.

There were the sounds of humans shouting and killing, the clashing of swords, and some other sounds that echoed in the air like thunder.

Considering the background of this world, Mia believed that it was the sound of a gun firing.

It was proof that she and Wilden were not fighting alone.

But Mia could only make out that the sounds were very close.

The alleys intersect with the towering buildings, and the sound has long been reflected by the walls and the direction cannot be determined.

Mia was walking in front of Wilden. She heard the shouts and screams almost right next to her ears, and a clan rat suddenly jumped out from the only corner in front.

Even Mia, who was always ready to fight, was frightened by a ratman that suddenly came close to her. She immediately swung her sword with all her strength to chop it off.

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Felix dodged a slash from a sawtooth knife and quickly thrust his sword. The longsword pierced through the gap in the ratman's armor, then thrust upward and pierced its heart. The ratman let out a terrible wail, fell to the ground with his hands on his chest and died, and Felix pulled out the sword as he fell.

He looked around, observing this terrible melee. To his left, a mercenary used the iron rod in his left hand to knock out the brains of a ratman captain, while using the sharp blade in his right hand to block the attack of another ratman. In the distance, the battle cry of the dwarves came, that was Gotrek's voice.

At this point, it was hard to tell which side had the upper hand in the battle, as the mercenaries held their line against the ratmen, and the melee attracted the attention of others. People poured out of the apartments on both sides of the road, some armed with simple weapons like kitchen knives and sticks, others with more threatening weapons like short swords and muskets.

They seemed determined that they would rather die fighting these monsters than be killed in their own homes.

That's good, Felix thought, because the mercenaries needed help. More and more ratmen were attracted by the sounds of battle and joined the melee.

Just as he was thinking, a severed ratman head swirled out from the dark alley and headed straight towards him. The ratman's blood flowed from the broken blood vessels, forming black and red raindrops. Felix hurriedly swung his sword to block it.

千?寻'.小:?:,说":中:'!转!'.,裙"..'2".,5;5";?,5'?'9!':"5::;"3?;0'.:;0血溅到了他的脸上。

"Feel sorry!"

A clear and pleasant voice like a silver bell came from the black alley. Felix looked over and the first thing that caught his eye was a dazzling golden sword reflecting the firelight. Then, its owner, a blindfolded blonde girl in black clothes, walked out of the alley.

'That's strange, how did she see that?'

Felix began to daydream again. He was deeply impressed by the beauty of the girl in front of him. He felt the poet's blood, which had been dormant for a long time since he was expelled from the university, gradually warming up in his heart. Some lines of hymns he had once recited were almost about to come out of his mouth.

Then his adventurer's blood allowed him to dodge another insidious backstab from behind, and in the process allowed the dead poet's soul to lie down again.

The stab in the back made Felix break out in a cold sweat, but luckily he reacted quickly enough. However, just as he was about to swing his sword to fight back, a flame passed by him.

A wave of heat came, and the flames instantly evaporated the sweat on his face. The ratman assassin in a black robe was repelled by the flames.

Felix turned his head and saw that the source of the fire was indeed the left hand of the blind girl in front of him.

Apparently, she is a mage.

This explains why the girl could see him even with her eyes blindfolded. Mages always have some strange tricks up their sleeves.

At that moment, Felix was overjoyed at the addition of a powerful fighting force. Then he saw another person appear behind the girl, a person he could look up to. He was wearing armor in the style of a Bretonnian knight, and the emblem on his robe was faintly visible due to the contamination of the ratman's blood.

Phoenix noticed that he was not wearing the heavy barrel helmet traditionally worn by Bretonnian knights, but instead a discreet ridged helmet without a visor, with a hood covering his face.

He was so tall that Felix remembered that someone once rudely described his dwarf friend as "a wild boar walking upright". The man in front of him could probably be called "a big green guy who is not that wide".

Of course, this was merely a comparison of physique, not combat prowess, and Felix had never seen his dwarf friend Gotrek lose to anything so far.

Felix was keenly aware that this Bretonnian foot knight would also be a formidable force.

The premise is that he really has the fighting ability of a knight, rather than being a role-playing player who does it out of interest.

When Felix saw the two of them, Mia naturally saw her as well. At that moment, the girl felt that she must have seen the person in front of her somewhere.

But I can't remember.