Chapter 474: Skaven Skaven vs Vampire Earl for Guarantee at the End of the Month
ps: The subscription will be dropped as soon as I write about the war, sigh~
In the muddy and rotten environment of the Withered Swamp, Angron led his hippogryph and moved carefully with the bounty hunter Brenna. Angron was obviously quite interested in the life of a bounty hunter: "So
, you know that this is a dangerous commission, but you still want to continue?"
The bounty hunter walked very fast. He was highly focused and alert to all aspects around him. Listening to Angron's words, Brenner nodded: "There are not many opportunities to earn a thousand gold crowns in one investigation.
I am a bounty hunter, Mr. Angron, and I want to live."
"I have heard your name many times, Brenner. You once single-handedly defeated a dark prince in Mousilon. You single-handedly defeated an green-skinned warlord who was ravaging the Black Mountains. You also fought among the dwarves.
Seize the relics of the high elves in the mines." Angron had heard of Brenner's name in Tyrell, and this bounty hunter was famous throughout the old world for his credibility and skill.
"This is nothing. In our line of work, the most important thing is credibility." The bounty hunter was very curious: "Mr. Angron, I have never heard of your name. Judging from your skills, you should never
This way he has no name."
"Oh, who knows." Angron disagreed: "I am Ryan's biological brother, you should know this, right?"
"Lian Malcador, Earl of Glamorgan? The divinely chosen champion of the Lady of the Lake?!" The bounty hunter's tone was filled with surprise, but he then said very understandingly: "No wonder, no wonder you are so powerful, I
How could such a powerful human being suddenly appear?"
"Hey hey hey~" Angron thought it felt good to have a well-known little brother. He felt that he was proud of his face.
The two of them walked for a while. Brenner seemed to be a guy who didn't like to talk too much, so Angron had no choice but to ask: "How long have you been investigating?"
"It's been two weeks, Mr. Angron." The logo on Brenner's golden sun helmet is exuding powerful divine power. Since this is a mission with no confidentiality requirements, and Angron's strength has passed the test, the bounty
The hunter was also willing to say a few more words: "I encountered several troubles along the way. The damn rat discovered my existence. After I killed a gray prophet and two rat trolls, the rat sent an assassin to kill me.
I almost died several times."
"So I helped you stop the rat assassin's assassination?" Angron's face looked a little dark.
"The Skaven Assassin will destroy all other creatures that enter this land." The bounty hunter knew what Angron meant. His falcon-like eyes observed the road on the swamp and the march that had become very indistinct.
Traces: "Even if it is not my fault, you will definitely encounter them, so I ask for your help. It will be safer for the two of us to act together. When the incident is completed, I will give you a reward of three hundred gold crowns. This
It’s a deal.”
"Yeah." This was a relatively acceptable explanation, and Angron nodded.
Actual combat is not a game. Even if the bounty hunter Brenner is a strong man in the sanctuary, he will still be killed by a precise backstab from the rat assassin. It does not mean that he has more strength than a normal person if he has the strength of the sanctuary.
It doesn't exist that ten times the health can be hit dozens of times by a dimensionstone dagger, or that the rat assassin can't break through his defense and can only deal a little damage.
Complete invulnerability is the treatment of artifact armor, such as the exquisite vibranium plate armor that Sulia owns from the emperor's blessing.
The strength of Bounty Hunter Brenner at best allows him to have faster reactions, stronger vitality, more room for mistakes, and stronger attack power.
"Almost since two or three years ago, there has been a war in the depths of the swamp. A vampire count led an army to try to find something here." Brenner introduced the situation of the mission: "For this reason, the rat people
The army has fought many times with the undead army, and even the vampire count was killed once at the hands of the rat men, but the war continues. After the vampire count was resurrected, he once again led the army to search for something in the swamp."
"Just last year, the war situation changed. The rat men's army began to no longer have an absolute advantage in the war. The vampire count seemed to have found his target. He gathered more undead troops and stepped up his offensive."
The golden hunter continued: "That's why His Majesty Prince Miragliano asked me to come here to investigate."
"No longer have absolute advantage?"
"Well, the information I learned is that last year, the Rat God that the rat people believed in seemed to have been severely damaged by some very powerful beings. Recently, the gray prophets of the rat people have been unable to obtain oracles, nor can they receive divine blessings, and they have lost
Unable to suppress the will of the Rat God, the Rat warlords started a large-scale civil war, which severely weakened the number and strength of the Rat people's army. It is unknown which powerful person was able to severely damage the Rat God."
Angron: "..."
He seemed to have remembered something.
"Are you always like this, relying on tasks to live your life?" Angron changed the topic somewhat rudely: "A person of your level can win a noble title no matter where he is, right?"
"In fact, I already have a title of nobility, but I like to take risks. I can't just earn so much just sitting at home." The bounty hunter was obviously impatient with this question: "How much can I earn just by collecting rent?
Wealth? I am willing to sell my knives and guns to anyone, as long as the price is right, and I will not accept the assassination and massacre of human beings."
"Then you still have some bottom line and conscience."
"In this business, we all care about credibility. Having no bottom line means it is difficult to gain trust."
The two men walked like this in the swamp for three hours.
"You and your Hippogryph are too conspicuous." Soon, the bounty hunter discovered that five Skaven-wielding Stormrats were patrolling not far away, and there were also two Plagues among them.
A monk, and a Skaven warp machine gunner. Brenner calculated carefully for a long time. He found that due to Angron's large figure and his mount, it was impossible for the two of them to pass by without alerting the patrol.
here.
The bounty hunter snorted coldly: "We should change our infiltration method."
"Another alternative? Tell me, what are you going to do?" Angron took off a pair of axes from his back.
"Kill them, so no one knows we have infiltrated." Brenner smiled, and he took out an eight-shot rune runner gun: "Well, Mr. Angron, help me watch what's behind me.
When I'm concentrating, it's hard to look behind me."
"You plan to kill them all in one go?" Angron nodded in agreement.
"Keep an eye on it." The bounty hunter nodded slightly proudly, and he began to calculate the distance, wind, and light.
After calculating, Brenner's body flew out like an arrow. In the blink of an eye, he rushed out for more than thirty meters, then rolled and landed not far from the patrol.
In this way, the bounty hunter met the patrol.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The Skaven patrol immediately discovered the appearance of the bounty hunter, and the leader of the patrol leader screamed: "Enemy! Enemy! Skaven! gogo!"
"Uhhhhh!!" The Plague Monk let out a sharp cry, the warpstone machine gunner raised his machine gun, and the Storm Rats held halberds and rushed towards Brenna at the same time.
The bounty hunter's falcon-like eyes are full of strong fighting intent, and blood and wildness are boiling in his chest. Facing this Skaven patrol, Tyrell's strongest bounty
The hunter raised the eight-fire gun in his hand and pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang~"
Gunshots rang out, eight shots in a row.
The swampy plains became quiet again.
Eight Skaven fell dead on the spot, each with a smoking bloody hole in the middle of its head.
Eight bullets, eight ratmen, all headshots.
The battle is over.
"Is this your skill? I'd say it's not bad." Angron put away his axe.
"This is just basic skills." The bounty hunter frowned: "If my prediction is correct, the battlefield should be not far from here!"
"Let's go!"
Sure enough, after walking for more than thirty minutes, Angron and Brenner arrived near a huge swamp basin.
There is a terrible war going on here.
"It seems that the undead and the ratmen are having a fierce battle, but I don't know what they are fighting for." Lying behind the hillside, the bounty hunter said with a serious face to Angron, who was lying on the side and was a little eager to try: "But
No matter what, we should not get involved in this war, it will not be good for us."
"Undead, ratmen, I really want to chop them all to death together." Angron muttered: "Well, maybe you are right."
Thousands of clan rats and slave rats are marching into the battlefield one after another. The Skaven army has set up a formation on one side of the basin, preparing to welcome the attack of the undead army. The Skaven warlord is riding on the back of a storm rat.
On the body, it loudly commands the army.
In the Skaven camp, three Plague Claw trebuchets will throw cannonballs carrying poisonous plague into the undead army formation, and four Dimensional Lightning Cannons are charging with Warpstone.
The Skaven army was terrifyingly large in number. Even as a Primarch, Angron could not estimate how many Skaven had joined the war, stretching out from unknown tunnels and inside the swampy forest.
, one after another the rat-man legions joined the battlefield, followed by countless slave rats and clan rats, followed by groups of storm rat legions and plague monk legions.
Rat trolls and storm rats are entering the battlefield one after another. The shells from the plague claw trebuchet and the spells of the plague priests have turned the entire battlefield into a mortal hell covered by the rat plague. If the rat opponent is
Mortals, then they might have succeeded long ago.
But their opponents are the undead.
Faced with the terrible fire suppression, the vampire Count Manfred von Carstein chose to take action. He and his undead army became unstoppable under the powerful spell. Dozens of corpse trucks were burning with cyan weapons.
Will-o'-the-wisps collided wantonly, and the tomb ghouls and tomb evil spirits waved their sticks. The short rat people were knocked directly into the sky by these monsters, and the giant bloodthirsty manta wolf stretched out its claws and knocked the rats in front of them.
The troll crushed it and tore it in half.
The undead are not afraid of the plague. These dead creatures will not die again. In the poisonous fog, they move forward unconsciously, crushing all the ratmen who stand in their way. The zombies and skeleton warriors form a great tide of the undead.
The Grave Guard Legion formed a solid front, crushing any resistance from the Skaven.
"Nagash's Gaze!" Manfred chanted a spell, and the Vampire Count only released a beam of light to directly destroy two dimensional lightning cannons. Then, the Vampire Count summoned a purple dark sun.
The front line of the ratmen was shattered. Countless ratmen were involved in the purple evil sun and turned into dust. The Tomb Guards and Skeleton Warriors rushed into the array of ratmen with the flames of the dimensional stone to open.
One gap after another was opened, and the tide of corpses overwhelmed the resistance of the rats like water. The dire wolves rushed into the Skaven army, biting the bodies of the Skaven.
But it was the attack from the Black Knights that defeated the Skaven resistance. The iron hooves from these undead knights crushed the heads of the Skaven army and penetrated their bodies. Faced with the group charge of these Black Knights, the Skaven Warlord was a little bit confused.
In a hurry, Stormvermin Legion
Being mobilized back and forth to resist the offensive of the Black Knights, the rats soon discovered that they were unable to confront the vampire count's undead army head-on, but it was already too late. The entire basin had become a slaughterhouse.
Only one party can escape.
It seems that Manfred and his undead army seem to have gained an advantage in this war. The Skaven are retreating and the undead tide is advancing.
Behind the hillside, bounty hunter Brenner was lying on the ground, his eyes fixed on the battlefield: "It seems that the vampire count's army has the advantage."
"No..." Angron shook his head: "Let's see again."
The war continued, and Manfred and his army did seem to have a great advantage. The undead tide once penetrated very deep into the Skaven army, and even the craziest and most determined plague monks were
Start to waver.
However, the reinforcements of the Skaven are endless. Every minute and every second, more Skaven legions and war machines emerge from the underground and swamp forests. Under the endless support and attack of the Skaven, Man
Fred and his undead army began to be forced to endure severe tests.
The Skeleton Guard Legion and the Tomb Guard Legion were gradually overwhelmed by the rat tide. After suffering astonishing losses, the rat people finally got their wish and got these undead into a melee, and gradually divided and surrounded them to eliminate them. The black knights were killed by the halberd-wielding storm.
The Rat Legion and the Rat Legion of the Spear Clan were surrounded and locked in a bitter battle.
Manfred's bloodthirsty bat wolves and the tomb ghosts are gradually feeling overwhelmed. The huge bloodthirsty bat wolves have been scratched hundreds of wounds by the ratmen's weapons, especially the sewer running rats.
This despicable wandering attack made it suffer a lot. These giant beasts suffered countless stabs from knives and guns, bites and scratches from the rat tide, as well as volleys from warpstone machine guns and various poisonous mist attacks.
The Rat Trolls were still joining the battlefield endlessly. The Storm Rats raised their arms that had been transformed into warpstone cannons. The spouting shells dealt a fatal blow to the bloodthirsty bat wolves. The undead behemoths howled.
, fell down one after another, and fell in front of the Skaven.
The undead army collapsed one after another. After more than four hours of hard fighting, the undead army of more than 20,000 was completely defeated by the rat tide and turned into dust.
"Yesyes! The Age of Plague! It's destined to come! Bone stuff! It's destined, diedie!" The Skaven Warlord was still cheering for victory, and the warpstone phone on his body suddenly rang: "Crooked? For the Horned Rat!"
"Idiot!" A very angry voice came from the phone: "nono! The sword of Nagash was taken away by that bald thing!"
"What?!" The Skaven Warlord suddenly raised its head. It recalled for a moment, and then recalled that the vampire Count Manfred disappeared two hours after the war started.
Western Black Mountains, high altitude.
The vampire Count Manfred, who was riding on the undead dragon, had a faint complacency on his face. He played with the Sword of Nagash in his hand, wanting to know the secret of his master.
While the Skaven's attention was entirely focused on the war, Manfred sacrificed his army, entered Skaven Mordor alone, and took away the Sword of Nagash.
"Now that we have the things, it's time to find Arkhan and make the next plan."