The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 208 Looters

Seeing Anson put all the pistol parts into his arms, Lohan could only sigh helplessly.

Although this 'bolt pistol' is very powerful, even he with the body of a [living saint] can feel the slight numbness of the tiger's mouth, let alone the soldiers with mortal bodies.

Maybe in the future, after Anson can make this weapon more perfect, Rohan will consider incorporating it into the army.

As for now, although this arsenal has just been built, it should still be possible to imitate some of the suggested gunpowder weapons, right?

After all, in the future unification war of [Pand Continent], these firearms that are relatively cheap and easier to install on a large scale are the war weapons that Rohan needs most.

"Anson, besides these things, what about the other weapons I want you to prepare, such as muskets and artillery similar to Buckley's?"

Facing Rohan's inquiry, Anson showed a hint of embarrassment on his face, and then he began to complain:

"Sir, this world is so desolate. Maybe these people once had powerful industry and technology, but now it has been completely reduced to ruins. We can only use existing gunpowder.

Therefore, we need more manpower to rebuild the ruins of the former factories, and more guards to resist the wasteland plunderers!"

"Looters? Are there any other survivors?"

Hearing Anson talk about the existence of 'plunderers' in this world, Rohan's brows suddenly furrowed.

He had already heard about this matter.

These bastards riding motorcycles and holding old submachine guns have already given the leader of the Silver Dragon Knights, Alleyn, a headache.

It's not because these marauders are strong, but because these guys never move in groups and are difficult to annihilate at once.

They wandered around in teams of more than a dozen people, hunting down the engineering teams sent out by Alleyn, causing an extremely serious waste of materials and manpower.

However, all their caves were built in tunnels and caves, and there were several damn heavy machine guns blocking the doors, so even the Ash Dragon Riders did not dare to attack rashly.

After thinking for a moment, a strange light gradually lit up in Rohan's eyes, and he murmured towards the frolicking ash dragons in the sky:

"This is just as troublesome as the damn ratmen... Let's take this opportunity to study how to conduct tunnel warfare!"

——A few weeks later, somewhere on a ridge

"Boss, look, these guys are really rich in supplies. They even have fresh beef. They don't look like people making a living in the wasteland."

"Yeah, boss, I think we should attack their factory, they must be hiding more good things!"

In the cave, a dozen men wearing leather jackets and sunglasses were excitedly looking at the fat meat and lard placed on the ground, and excitedly looking at the boss.

They are a well-known local motorcycle gang, with nearly a thousand motorcycles and riders, as well as a large number of weapons and ammunition.

Once upon a time, they were just like Quinn, a survivor living in an abandoned castle. They lived in a cave without sunlight every day, surviving on mushrooms and robbing surrounding survivor camps.

But just a few months ago, those flying dragons hovering in the sky suddenly disappeared, leaving only ashes and scorched earth.

Just when they were wondering, some horse-drawn carriages wearing strange armors and holding repeating crossbows suddenly appeared on the surrounding roads.

Most importantly, these convoys are filled with much-needed supplies!

The motorcycle gangs, who were not friendly at all, did not stop and directly attacked these convoys on motorcycles, shooting these unlucky guys with submachine guns.

Although the guards in the convoy fought tooth and nail to resist, they were easily dispatched by snipers.

Some survivors tried to escape on horseback, but no matter how fast they ran, they couldn't run as fast as motorcycles, so they were all killed by the speeding gang.

And just yesterday, their team successfully ambushed a convoy filled with fuel and food, and it took them a day to bring them all back.

Looking at the various foods on the ground that exuded the smell of meat, the boss of the speeding gang sat strong and calm on his leather jacket, smoking a cigarette while touching the buttocks of the woman in his arms and shouting:

"Boys, call all the cooks up. We are going to have a big meal in the next few days, and then we will find an opportunity to attack that factory!"

"Great!"

The skinny riders shouted excitedly, and some of the hungry ones had already cut off a few pieces of raw meat with their knives, savoring it with tears in their eyes.

They had not tasted meat for several years, so they did not notice that dozens of barrels filled with fat and gasoline were scattered aside.

All the idle people ran to the kitchen, smelled the nostalgic aroma of meat in the air, looked at the sizzling and oily big steak, and swallowed their saliva.

Even the sentry standing guard with a machine gun at the door smelled the fragrance in the cave and turned their heads to look at the kitchen.

"It smells so good. I'm tired of eating mushrooms and batter. I must have a big meal today!"

"If I remember correctly, there seemed to be a few bottles of wine among the previous trophies. It would be even better if I could get a small sip."

…

The sentries began to brag and slap each other. Since it was already dinner time, they did not notice the black shadow slowly approaching at the foot of the mountain.

A sentry was sitting on a chair, looking at the members of the Speeding Party who were already feasting inside, he couldn't help but sigh:

"Ah~ it smells so good. It should be our turn in a while, right?"

"Don't worry, it's not your turn anymore!"

Phew~

A sound of flesh being torn came from behind, and severe pain came from his chest. The sentry couldn't help but want to scream, but his mouth was covered.

Looking at the pure black palm that had pierced his chest and already holding his beating heart, the sentry used his last strength to look back:

An illusory black shadow was standing behind him, with no face or hair, only unimaginable coldness and pain.

"What...uh!"

Another sentry seemed to have noticed the movement of the black shadow, and when he was about to raise his gun to check, he was suddenly pierced through the heart by a sharp claw.

"Hello, have you eaten? This is the fresh beef I sent specially. You must have lived up to my wishes, right?"

Looking at the struggling sentry hanging on his arm, Rohan smiled and squeezed the heart on the golden claw blade, and then took out his left hand covered in blood.

Blood slowly dripped from the golden claws. The sharp claws flashing with golden lightning were not stained with any blood and were still so perfect.

【Claw of Holy Glory】

[The sacred claw forged by Val himself, the god of craftsmen, is forged from a piece of gold that has stolen the sun's rays. It is Bloodhand Kane's favorite collection]

[Characteristics: melee attack +20, armor-piercing damage +200, never defeated, good at fighting demons]

[Skill: Claw of Xuanxi

All flesh and blood bodies killed by the holy blade will have their souls burned forever, and eventually their souls will fly away!

Melee attack +15, melee defense +10, duration: 60 seconds, cooling time: 30 days]

(End of chapter)