Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"Is Skaven real? Isn't it a plan fabricated by you witch hunters to deceive the Imperials?"

Marcus's repeated tone fully illustrates the Empire's general attitude towards the Skaven. The deeds of the Wolf Emperor have been revived, but most of them have been erased by the Skaven.

Apart from a few rats found in the Altdorf sewers in a hundred years, most people have still not seen these horrific creatures that are regarded as stubborn diseases by elves.

"You served as a guard in Erengrad. Didn't you encounter the rats from the north?" Victor couldn't stand the nagging big-headed soldiers. After killing a group of rats with his own hands, he actually questioned whether the Skaven race was a legend. .

Marcus shrugged and spread his hands, and said carelessly: "You know, no one will take the initiative to provoke those elves. I only occasionally follow the Patriot Army to take care of the small groups of Yankee raiders who appear in the port."

"Small-scale?" Victor knew that the Yankees had just organized a retaliatory action against Erengrad not long ago, and its scale was not inferior to the Yankee fleet near Marienburg.

"According to what the venerable Judith...sir said, it is indeed a small scale. Who would have thought that an ambassador's predecessor was a grandfather."

"How many Yankees have you killed?" Victor didn't want to hear about Marcus's relationship with the elves. Although he himself was assigned some important task by the Phoenix King, he still didn't want to hear it.

"One hundred and twenty-six. The Erengrad Tavern will give you a discount based on the number of enemies you kill. I can get a 20% discount."

Marcus, who was so proud, was rewarded with a look in Victor's eyes as if he was getting to know the big-headed soldier again. Anyone who has dealt with the Yankees knows how difficult these barbarians who are not afraid of death are.

The cold and bitter frozen soil has a strong physique, and it is unknown what they grew up on. The most basic predators are stronger than the well-trained provincial soldiers, and the Chaos Warriors who are the leaders can always inadvertently make mistakes. causing massive casualties.

The most difficult thing to deal with is those barbarians who were blessed by the Chaos Gods on the spot. They were suddenly upgraded while using the can in front of them. Cannons and swords were useless. Even if they failed to upgrade and turned into Chaos Eggs, it would still be enough to save troops. A pot of it.

"Perhaps the salary I pay you is not worthy of your worth, Markus Krupper."

"As long as you have something to eat."

With awe of the witch hunter, and mainly because of Victor's decisiveness when he stepped forward just now, Marcus doesn't mind helping this bitter man. When it comes to fighting, who is more suitable than Krupol? Woolen cloth.

The Red Moon Tavern is located at the corner of Ubric City. According to their footsteps, it would take them another hour to cross two blocks.

The city was under martial law, and except for some drunkards and patrols wandering the streets, there were almost no pedestrians.

After seeing the witch hunter's iconic top hat, the patrol team without exception chose to ignore the two men who were operating late at night, forcing them to bump into each other. The captain would also stand at attention and explain to Victor that nothing happened and everything was fine.

Victor only nodded in response and ordered the two patrol teams to focus on monitoring the sewer entrance near the dock.

"You seem to be quite...respected, sir."

At some point, Marcus changed his name to Victor. He could see respect in the eyes of the patrol soldiers, not just fear of the witch hunters.

"Before answering this question, you should tell me why the elves asked you to return to the empire."

"I don't know. Maybe I drank too much and only heard the word Red Moon Tavern. As you know, Grandpa Elf doesn't like to repeat it a second time, so I didn't bother to ask."

Victor suddenly liked this big-headed soldier a little bit. He was fed up with the elves' mysterious arguments. Especially after coming into close contact with the Dragon Prince, he felt a little disgusted with those unreasonable, arrogant and stubborn pointed ears.

"Silver Hammer Templar, Victor Salzpyre...part-time guard of the inner court of the Imperial Council."

"Unemployed mercenary Markus Kruppel, sir, if you want me to swing my sword faster, you'd better be in charge of the drinks."

The formal self-introduction ended with a burst of flames suddenly spraying out from the alley. The flames came very fast and violently, like the breath of a dragon setting Victor's hat on fire.

Victor took off his high hat, his eyes were not angry, but solemn.

The smell of magic, and the familiar smell of burning rat fur...

"Krupol, if you want gold, prove your ability."

The witch hunter never left his hand with his sword, and the gauntlet on his left arm reached out into the thick smoke. He quickly ran towards the dark alley, vowing to find out what happened.

The soldiers were not inferior in speed. When they saw the magical flames pouring out, they subconsciously jumped back and left the possible range.

Seeing the witch hunter leader running towards the alley, he raised his head and yelled at the curious residents who stuck their heads out of the window.

"The witch hunter is on business, keep the doors and windows closed!"

The crowd watching the excitement immediately chose to stick their heads back, but if they closed the windows tightly, they would be underestimating the tough folk customs of Umberik.

I saw basins of rich and fragrant yellow soup, according to the tradition of the old Rick people, spilling out from the windowsill like rainbows.

"Damn, I knew it."

Cleverly avoiding the sobering up service, Kruppel didn't want to continue persuading him, and quickly followed Victor into the alley.

The flames continued to burn, igniting large brick and wood buildings, and among the ruins that emitted sparks, several charred rodent corpses lay helplessly in a very conspicuous position.

Victor was looking for this... pyromancer who was forced to defend himself. If it was an elf, he would have to pay a large sum of money to Uberrick for the repair of the building. If it was a human, he would have to be sent to prison to calm down for a while.

"Oh, burn rats. Sister Sienna likes to do this the most. I really enjoy every moment of burning you to ashes."

The high-pitched female voice made Victor realize the location, which was on the left.

But a few rats that sprang out of the gutter naturally hindered the witch hunter's progress. The strong body wrapped in black fur, the chain mail and fine steel halberd that were extremely rare among the ratmen.

Storm rats... This was a deliberate murder.

The halberd was raised above Victor's head. The speed of rats was faster than humans imagined. The strength of these black-haired rats even reversed the weak impression of Skaven.

The imminent success of the attack made the Storm Rat's red eyes even more excited. He hadn't eaten fresh meat for a long time. The slave rats in the stinky ditch tasted worse than humans.

Victor took off his tall hat, revealing a head of black hair less than an inch long. The sound of the halberd swinging in the wind made his black hair flutter, but the witch hunter's next reaction was definitely not to dodge.

The slender light sword is usually equipped with a wide hand guard. Skilled warriors are good at using the characteristics of weapons to fight. The attack and defense are the prominent characteristics of the light sword.

The hand guard successfully blocked the halberd. The witch hunter easily blocked the storm rat's attack with the strength of one hand. Then, when he picked up the opponent's weapon, the fatal bullet had already made a loud noise when his left hand pulled the trigger. (End of this chapter)