Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

Chapter 260 Underground Raid

Mousse suddenly stretched out his hand, blocking Wendlow, and then turned his head to listen to the ground.

The elf's long ears had very sharp hearing, and she had already heard something approaching.

At this time, the dwarves in the fortress also picked up crossbows and muskets and stood on their city walls.

The elves and dwarves all noticed something was wrong, but only Windlo, an imperial man, felt that the surroundings were very quiet, with birds singing and flowers blooming.

"Retreat, the ratmen are coming and all your food is lost!"

Mousse's roar made Wendlow realize the seriousness of the matter.

Then, as soon as she finished speaking, the originally calm ground began to shake violently.

A small landslide appeared in front of the two of them, and more than a dozen slave rats poured out from it.

Their eyes glowed green, and they seemed to completely ignore the existence of Mousse and Wendlow, running towards the pile of food.

The dwarves in the fortress were not polite at all, and opened fire with crossbows and muskets.

Don't worry, even a dwarf with poor accuracy can accurately hit the head of a goblin or ratman from a hundred steps (dwarf).

A rain of arrows flew over the heads of Windlow and Mousse, landing among the ratmen, causing continuous casualties.

Although the arrows are powerful, there are not enough of them. The role of slave rats in the rat society is to absorb all kinds of damage.

As long as it is not bombed by artillery, then if a slave rat attracts the attention of a dwarf ranger or dwarf musketeer, it is a sure win.

Under the firepower output, all the slave rats have crawled out of the cave. The number is so large that even Mousse is a little surprised.

I've been to a nest city once before. It was a small clan that summoned nearly 500 slave rats and basically hollowed out the entire lower level of the nest city.

"Retreat! Wendlow, no matter what plan you come up with, we must retreat now!"

Mousse drew his sword and looked back, only to find that Windlow had already lit a fuse, and the fire snake of gunpowder was burning straight forward on the ground.

That huge pile of food had already been soaked from top to bottom by the grease that Windlow had poured on it, and coupled with the kind of strong liquor that the dwarves had, which could make one drunk to death with just one sip, it was already soaked from top to bottom.

As soon as the fire snake touched the food pile, the fierce flames made even the most advanced flame mage show an expression of amazement.

A huge fireball shot up into the sky, and the billowing smoke could even be seen clearly by the Imperial Expeditionary Caravan on another hill.

Seeing the food burning, some slave rats almost lost their minds in an instant, ran towards the fire, quickly picked up the burning food, and chewed it regardless of the flames.

Soon the aroma of roasted rat meat and roasted grains spread.

Some extremely hungry slave rats also rushed into the fire, trying to stuff all the food into their mouths as quickly as possible before they died.

The remaining slave rats who had eaten before setting off, or who had a little bit of common sense, could only watch helplessly as the food that was about to reach their hands turned into ashes in the fire.

All kinds of emotions spread in the hearts of these ratmen. In addition, the dwarf fortress was as solid as iron at this time, and the rain of arrows continued.

All the remaining slave rats had no choice but to go back into the tunnels they had dug before and return home.

At this time, the battle in front of the dwarf fortress was completely over. Except for the food that had been burned to ashes and the corpses of many slave rats, the place was eerily quiet.

"Is this your plan? Buy food and then burn it all? Why!"

Mousse was also extremely angry. According to the oldest dividend-sharing agreement between her and Windlow, she had half ownership of any income.

Gelt had taken out ten gold coins, five of which were the reward she deserved.

Now most of the gold coins have turned into food, and then were burned in a fire. What was burned was not the food, but Mousse's money.

She walked directly in front of Wendlow, grabbed his clothes with one hand and lifted him up.

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

Windlow could only grab Mousse's arm with both hands and struggle while talking about social wealth, stable savings, and general equivalent consumption.

“You can see the effect in about a week!”

Upon hearing this, Mousse was helpless and threw Windlow to the ground. One week was enough.

But she couldn't figure out why burning their own food would cause the rat people to collapse. There was no reason or logic at all.

Since we have to wait, we have no choice but to wait. The thing the elves have the least of is time.

I just found a dwarf inn and a week of waiting was not a long time.

After a whole week of rest, the Dwarf Butcher finally recovered.

He only remembered that he was killing people in the rat's nest, and finally he slipped and fell. He was then rescued by a human, sent back to the fortress, and the human paid for his room.

Although he did not die and still lived with shame, he was still very grateful to the human who saved him before.

After all, falling from a high place and finally dying in the ratman's nest is definitely not a glorious and great death.

Now that my body has recovered, I will continue my journey and head back to the ratman's nest, where I will continue killing people.

"call!"

With a big jump, he left the dwarf fortress and ran straight towards the ratman cave.

When he arrived at the ratmen's nest, he found it was eerily quiet.

Apart from the strong smell of blood and corpses, there was no other smell in the city.

In the nest city, various kinds of rat-man corpses can be seen. The experienced butcher immediately determined that it was caused by the rat-men themselves.

Something set the ratmen off to a commotion, and unimaginable internecine slaughter ensued.

The atmosphere in the air is very strange, but it is in line with the character of the Dwarf Butcher. Now is the perfect opportunity to go deeper, explore adventurously, and seek death.

In the guild area of ​​the ratmen's nest, this is where the most corpses are.

The most heavily defended area in the guild district, the ratmen's granary, had the most corpses.

All kinds of ratmen fought together, and the most important thing was that there was no food in the granary.

The same thing happened as they continued to move towards the nest city. Some of the most powerful ratmen were killed, and the rest packed up all their valuables and fled from various newly dug caves.

The entire ratman's nest has become an empty city during the week that the dwarf butcher was unconscious.

Who did it?

The dwarf butcher was completely confused, and there was no chance for him to die in battle.

He could only return to the Dwarf Fortress dejectedly and inform the other dwarves of the news.

Everyone knew that the butcher would not be a coward who ran away, so several dwarf rangers immediately set out to investigate.

There was no mistake. Just as the butcher said, the ratmen's nest that had been threatening the fortress at the beginning was completely destroyed in almost the blink of an eye.

The rat infestation has been eradicated and the closed fortress has been reopened.

"How did you do it? Why? What are the details?"

"Let's ride the unicorn back to report. I'll tell you on the way."