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"Butcher, the best group of dwarves to use."

Mousse, the Lord of Terror, certainly knows how to deal with most of the races in this world, even demons.

The Empire's weak infantry line, the Dwarf's most stubborn and death-seeking butcher.

That’s right, every dwarf butcher is the most stubborn among the dwarves.

Perhaps because of some unnecessary mistakes, some mistakes that are forgivable in the eyes of the dark elves, are shame that cannot be ignored in the eyes of the dwarves.

In order to wash away such a shame, the dwarves would shave off a lot of their proud beards, and finally dye their hair and remaining hair orange, which represents the shame.

Finally, he took off all his armor and pursued self-destruction in the most bloody and cruel way.

The dwarf butcher who led the way naturally did so, but due to the High King's order to defend the fortress, he could only patiently wait for the opportunity to die in battle.

Waiting for death is undoubtedly the most terrible punishment in the whole world.

In pursuit of a quick death, even the most stubborn dwarf will come up with many very human-like creative ideas.

That is to leave the fortress in the name of leading the way, and then seek a glorious death.

Compared with other bulky and slow-moving dwarves, the butcher's running speed was even faster than the dark elf Mousse.

Perhaps it was because of the armor, but the butcher's fanaticism and passion could not be ignored.

Under his leadership, Windlow and Mousse wandered around in the mountains and spent more than half an hour before finding a cave entrance.

"This is the entrance to the ratman cave. Before we could seal it off, the High King told us to hold the fortress. Now my mission is complete."

The dwarf butcher turned to Wendlow and Mousse and indicated the location of the cave entrance, and then.

"Whoo~"

With one leap, the guy jumped straight into the cave. In the field of vision, the orange hair kept falling and floating until it was completely invisible.

Mousse looked at the bottomless cave, shook his head, walked to the side, pulled down a few sticks, and then tied some cloth.

He then mixed the oil he had brought with him, which was originally used as food, and snapped his fingers.

Elves generally know magic, and even warrior lords like the Lord of Dread will more or less use some of the most basic and simplest magic.

A flame ignited from her fingers, and just a second was enough to light the torch in her hand.

He threw one to Wendlow and then motioned for him to walk behind him.

The Dread Lord Mousse had no choice but to abandon his shield, holding a sword in one hand and a torch in the other, and slowly and cautiously walked towards the depths of the cave.

At the beginning, the road was still very safe, after all, no ratmen would make nests near there.

So Mousse can also use this time to explain the basic knowledge about rat-men to Windlo, who knows nothing about rat-men.

The Skaven are a race that lives entirely in underground lairs. According to the Dark Elves' investigations, living on the ground makes the Skaven feel very uneasy.

All ratmen live in huge clusters of buildings called hives.

The nest is not only the place where the ratmen live, but also a huge complex of factories.

The Skaven mine minerals and raw materials, refining various minerals and dimensional stones to supply the operation of the entire hive.

Unlike other races, the ratmen are too independent and scattered. They have almost no large empires or kingdoms, and they all think of themselves as clans.

Each hive is a kingdom with complete autonomy. The upper-class ratmen rule their own clans from generation to generation, and engage in various transactions, competitions, or private wars with other hives.

Deep in the unknown underground, civil war breaks out among the ratmen almost every month. The calm on the ground and the bloody storm below form a very obvious contrast.

There are no nobles among the ratmen. Betrayal and backstabbing are very common among them. A ratman may be an upper-class ratman just a second ago.

The next second, he might be demoted to a lower-nest ratman for various reasons. This speed of class change even surprised the dark elves.

For the ratmen, they themselves may even forget the roads within the hive.

After all, countless ratmen are born and die every day, and countless caves are re-dug.

There are no fixed roads in the nests. The good news is that it is easy to avoid pursuit, but the bad news is that there is no way to reach the right location quickly.

Mousse took the first step, but she was still unsure.

After all, in Naggaroth, not many dark elves have ever gone deep into the depths of the hive.

Only the bravest and most experienced trainers and slave masters would go deep into the hive to find a steady supply of ratmen slaves, or to find female ratmen to breed new ratmen.

Slowly walking through this long and dark cave, the complexity of the ratmen tunnels has already made the Dread Lord lost.

Fortunately, Windlow was able to manually control the magnet so that he could determine the way forward in the underground space.

At the same time, they made various marks, and in less than ten minutes, they actually found a cave leading to the interior of the hive.

After passing the last narrow pass, both Windlow and Mousse saw a huge building that was enough to shock them for a whole year: the ratman's nest.

A strong stench hit me in the face. This place had experienced the birth and death of at least several generations of ratmen. All kinds of garbage and rotten things were thrown into the same place.

Coupled with the almost ineffective ventilation system, the intense stench remained entirely in this underground environment.

This is naturally good news. Windlow and Mousse can travel freely through the hive without worrying about their smell attracting the attention of the ratmen.

Various smells mixed together, and the smell of a human being and the smell of an elf could not be distinguished at all.

Before their eyes, the huge ratman's nest appeared in an extremely unreasonable posture.

Unexpectedly, in this underground space, there is still a special building more than 20 meters high, just like a mountain.

It is small on top and thick on the bottom, like a cone, forming a three-dimensional city.

Looking at the group of ratmen busy in the various tunnels and corridors in the hive city, they are densely packed, with at least more than a thousand of them.

Such a small ratman clan has a total of one thousand ratmen. This is not bad news, but good news.

It is not an easy task to feed more than a thousand ratmen.

Moreover, Windlow also had a clear understanding of the function of the hive city.

The top floor was where the nobles lived, and the bottom floor was where the slaves lived.

The so-called food and various resources are generally piled up in the middle layer of the entire hive.