Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

Regarding the rat man, Windlow's memory is a little fuzzy.

He seemed to remember that the ratmen were a special race that lurked beneath the ground and had a power structure completely different from other creatures.

However, in its propaganda from small to large, the Empire has also mentioned this special creature.

In the official description of the Sigmar Empire, ratmen are just a special type of beastmen.

At the same time, a lot of information can be obtained from the survivors in other villages.

Beastmen love to attack human villages. When they attack a village, ratmen will emerge from underground and plunder the things in the village.

Whether from the official empire or folk legends or what others have seen with their own eyes, ratmen are just a variant of beastmen.

There are beastmen flying in the sky, beastmen running on the ground, and of course there are beastmen burrowing underground.

Those flying in the sky are called harpies, those running on the ground are ordinary beastmen, and those burrowing underground are ratmen.

This theoretical system is the most popular view in the Empire, and it is also the most credible explanation proposed by scholars from the University of Aldorf and the University of Noon.

According to the official history of the Empire, in 1152 of the Imperial Calendar, Emperor Mandred wiped out the beastmen called ratmen that appeared underground.

Even after 1,300 years, this kind of creature called rat people has rarely appeared in the empire. Perhaps it has been severely damaged and has never recovered.

Mousse was also very surprised, because when she was traveling with Windlow in the Sigma Empire, she had never heard the imperial people talk about the rat people.

"Don't worry about that for now. What we're going to see soon will be beyond your understanding."

The expression of this dark elf dread lord was rarely serious, and he usually looked at Windlow with a condescending attitude.

But now it’s different, it’s obvious that she has entered combat mode.

"Forget it, don't follow me. Find a place to hide. I'll go see if the situation is serious."

Mousse rarely said such words, and most of the time he was confident that he could protect a businessman like Windlow.

But this time she was unsure, because in her understanding, ratmen were not an easy race to deal with for a long time.

The empire's propaganda and Mousse's words formed a complete contrast, which aroused Windlow's curiosity.

Could it be that my initial memory was correct, and the ratmen were an independent race, and not a variant of the beastmen as described in the imperial propaganda?

But the businessman's alertness and instinct made him take a few steps back.

After all, there is no real benefit in fighting against these so-called ratmen, and the risks are always great when fighting against an unknown enemy.

"Okay, okay, I'll withdraw."

Then he hid in a corner and squatted down. There were solid dwarf stones on three sides, and the only exit was right in front of him.

Mousse thought about it and realized that it was true. The relationship between elves and dwarves was not good to begin with, so there was no need to help the dwarves fight the ratmen.

He also walked over to Wendlow and squatted down. At this time, both of them wanted to take out a deck of cards to play.

There was a sudden vibration from the ground, getting closer and closer.

This is the greatest talent of the rat people. They can dig holes everywhere, and the holes can lead to all directions.

"and many more!"

Mousse immediately put his ears to the ground, and then the expression on his face became very serious.

He quickly raised his head, picked up Windlow, and then the two of them jumped out.

In less than a minute, the place where the two were previously located had completely collapsed.

A huge bloody mouth seemed to appear underground, swallowing up all the original ground bricks and surrounding rocks.

Then a fishy smell and a squeaking sound came from the cave.

Several rat-like creatures, but as big as dwarves, crawled out of the cave.

However, because they were all very anxious and wanted to be the first to rush out of the ground, they got stuck with each other and were caught in a dilemma at the entrance of the cave.

"Underground Raid!"

The Dark Elf Dread Lord was no stranger to such tricks.

The ratmen's favorite tactic is sneak attack. After all, for the ratmen who are weak, have no fighting power and have extremely low morale, their greatest tactic is sneak attack.

Sneak attacks are not a good method against other races. At least the High Elves, Dark Elves, and Wood Elves are not afraid of this funny attack method.

The only stubborn race like the dwarves will definitely be deceived by the ratmen using the same tricks again and again.

"Watch your back. I'll take care of the enemies in front of you. Oh, yes, this is the Rat Man. You finally see him."

Before Mousse could finish his words, he had already run out quickly, took out the golden badge sword while sprinting, then crouched down and swung the sword in a full circle.

A round of arc-shaped attacks completely cut in half the three ratmen who were trying to climb out of the cave. The falling corpses and flowing blood directly blocked the ratmen below.

"Windlow! Fire attack!"

Traveling and doing business together for a long time has already created a tacit understanding between the two people.

Besides, there must be more than one ratman underground, and it is impossible to kill them all with Mousse's one-handed sword.

This is when weapons of mass destruction are needed.

I happened to have a few bottles of vodka left, which I had intended to use for disinfection and marinating the meat, but I couldn't care less now.

He opened the bottle cork, stuffed a piece of cloth into it, rubbed it with the flint he carried with him to light it, and threw it towards the ratman cave next to Mousse.

"What's the accuracy?"

Mousse scolded in a low voice, but there was no surprise. Windlow's fighting ability has always been so weak, as if he couldn't do anything related to fighting well.

There is no way. Human beings are such a short-lived race. It is already very good for them to learn business knowledge at the age of teenagers.

He jumped into the air, easily caught the Molotov cocktail that was thrown at him, and then used the strength of his waist and abdomen to complete the turn.

He aimed at the underground cave where the ratmen were attacking as quickly as possible, and then threw the entire Molotov cocktail over there.

As the vodka bottle was thrown on the ground, a gorgeous fireball bloomed from that location, followed by the rat man's screams.

The dark elves certainly knew how to deal with the ratmen. Although the ratmen were physically fragile, they could be easily killed with knives, swords, spears, or even stones.

The biggest problem is that there are too many ratmen, and killing them one by one is too inefficient.

Fire is the most suitable weapon to deal with ratmen, and their hair is the best ignition agent.

It was a pity that Windlow didn't see anything clearly. He only saw a rat head, which was exactly the same as what was said in the imperial propaganda.

However, the dwarf in the hut nearby saw clearly everything that happened here, as well as the woman's movements, which were as agile as an elf.