As the runes were activated, underground explosions and erupting flames shook the tight front that the Skaven warlords had managed to maintain.
The strong, black-haired rats were shaken and staggered. The dwarves under Snorri seized this opportunity to divide and surround them, then hacked them to death.
Without the extra courage brought by "rats in numbers", their resistance became powerless.
"Stay alive!" Snorri shouted. Seeing his subordinates who had a deep hatred for Skaven getting more and more aggressive, he became a little anxious.
"Okay!"
Soon, two Storm Rats were brought in front of Snorri. One had his legs broken by a war hammer, the other had an arm chopped off, and his neck was pressed down by two crossed battle axes.
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"Tell me honestly, which clan are you from? Who is the boss? If you tell me clearly, I will reward you!" Snorri began to force a confession on the spot.
"The horned rat walks among us! Wait until, wait until the rat god comes to the world, beards and beard things will die, die!" Before Snorri could finish speaking, the rat whose legs were smashed called out.
Get up.
"Hey! You little mouse is so tough! Johnson, give it some color, see, see!" Snorri imitated the tone of the rat man and ordered to the captain of his anvil guard.
In the frightened eyes of the two Storm Rats, Johnson Strongshield revealed a malicious smile under his gray beard. He took out a small bottle from his armor, put it under his nose and took a sniff. p>
"Hey! Master, I have nine ways to make him talk, nine ways!" Johnson muttered as he approached the mouse.
"Come on little guy, this is a good thing from the southwest of the Cathay Empire. It's red. I chopped it up, boiled it in dwarf spirits, and finally cooled it down and fished out the residue to make it!"
Johnson-Jiandun rambled on that in many cases, psychological pressure may be more effective than physical torture in extracting confessions.
"This thing, hey, let's call it chili wine, after one sip, even in the ice and snow storm of Karak Flagg in the northernmost part of the World's Edge Mountains, it will feel like fire is coming out of your chest."
Snorri knew that it was Desolation Castle, the northernmost fortress of the Kingdom of Mountains. It was close to the Chaos Wasteland and was the bridgehead against the southward movement of Chaos. During the Great Holy War, she once fell to the previous Eternal Chosen One, the Barbarian Anointed One.
Isawa-Kul's Hand.
However, after the late King Orrickson and Magnus the Pious defeated the Chaos invasion, she was rebuilt again with the help of the Butcher King Agrim-Ironfist.
"It can even be used externally to treat arthritis and rheumatism. Since the restoration of contact with the compatriots in Dulong City, it has become the flagship product of my clan!" Johnson obviously likes the feeling of being noticed by everyone. He even
Start promoting your own products.
"Come on, go to the blasphemous realm of your evil god, and don't forget to share this unforgettable experience with your kind!" The mouse was frightened by the vial in front of him, but Snorri and all the dwarves were not.
Be prepared to give it a chance to beg for mercy. Generally, only bloody information is trustworthy.
"Good guy!" Snorri praised in his heart when he saw Johnson pouring the secret chili wine directly from the rat man's nostrils. At first, he thought pouring it into his mouth was fun enough. It seems that this anvil
The captain had no intention of getting information from this mouse.
As expected by Snorri, the sturdy black-haired mouse suddenly began to twitch and twitch. It tried to struggle to escape, but it was obvious that its broken legs did not allow it to do so.
As the escape turned into a painful writhing, the mouse was bleeding from all its orifices and could no longer utter complete words. It could only utter vague wails of "squeak!" and "ouch!"
On the one hand, the reason why chili wine has such a good effect is because the rats have lived underground for a long time, their eyesight has declined in the dark environment, and their developed sense of smell has partially replaced the role of vision.
Their noses are densely covered with blood vessels and nerves, so they are very afraid of being stimulated by the outside world. The smell of incense, mint, etc. will make them feel uncomfortable, not to mention the direct injection of chili wine.
The powerful power of dwarf spirits is also part of the reason. The content of this stuff is so high that it can be ignited directly and used as fuel. Putting it into the enemy's water source to make them drunk and unable to exert their full combat effectiveness is also one of the reserved tactics of the dwarf rangers. p>
Such a violent thing stimulated the rat-man so much that the storm rat died painfully after a minute or two, perhaps due to suffocation.
"Wandering Beard, no, Uncle Beard, Uncle! I tell you all!" Witnessing the tragic situation of the same kind completely destroyed the mentality of the other Storm Rat. Snorri just looked towards it and it automatically screamed before he could speak.
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"We are, uh, strictly speaking, not a clan. We obey the orders of the Gray Seer Cordlu-Sharp Claw! He received the order from the High Priest of Gray Claw and hired and integrated a team!" The ratman simply said
He reported the lord's information neatly.
"Grey Seer?" Snorri said to himself, thinking of those gray-haired, horned rat casters.
"What type is it? Destruction or plague?" Snorri asked his second question, which involved whether he should prepare an antidote and a gas mask.
"No, I don't know! Please, don't feed me that!" Unable to give Snorri a satisfactory answer, the Storm Rat struggled to kneel on the ground and bowed with his only remaining arm.
"What other troops have been hired?" Snorri touched his beard and looked at the rat's overreaction. He suddenly felt like a bad guy.
"I know about the Rotten Clan and the Eshin Clan, and there is also us, a wandering warlord clan." The rat-man's bamboo tube told everything it knew as if it were pouring beans.
After asking a few more questions and squeezing all its value out of it, Snorri made a simple gesture, and the anvil guard behind it simply chopped off the guy's rat head with a meteorite battle axe. p>
Snorri has no idea of cultivating the power of the rat people. These filthy rats have no loyalty at all. Even the strongest of the minor gods of chaos, the Horned Rat, lacks true loyalty. Snorri doesn't
I feel that I can conquer them with my domineering spirit.
"Grey Seers, these guys are really rich!" Snorri said to himself. Two of the four great clans of the Skaven were present, except for the Plague clan, which the Gray Seers could not deal with.<
/p>
Although the enemy may be very powerful, Snorri decided to fight them. On the one hand, he has control over the course of history and knows that these rats will not become a climate. On the other hand, he also has to fight.
Reason.
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