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Time seemed to freeze the moment the rat spy fell.

The short, twitching ratman's corpse had its throat completely crushed and the poisoned dagger was stuck in its chest. The pungent fishy-sweet smell mixed with the stench of dimensional stone instantly filled the reinforced room.

The shrewdness and determination on the face of Merchant Prince Giuliano were replaced by shock. He looked at his most trusted bodyguard in black in disbelief.

The taciturn bodyguard who had followed him for thirteen years.

The black-clad bodyguard quickly pulled the dagger out of the corpse. His movements were so smooth that there was not a single unnecessary movement. The ratman's warm blood dripped down the blade groove onto the carpet, silently spreading a dark red flower.

The black-clad bodyguard had completely removed his disguise, and in those eyes that were always as sharp as a knife but without any emotion, there was now a flash of an inhuman, cold red light!

The mask fell off as he swooped down. This guy was actually a ratman assassin, and he had undergone some transformation, basically cutting off most of his face to disguise himself as a human.

"Depend on!"

While Wendlow was surprised, he took action.

He got closer to the prince and crashed into him directly. The heavy steam-powered armor frame hit Giuliano with great force, pushing him away!

"guard!"

Without time to ask any questions, the prince only uttered half of the words he shouted.

puff!

The dagger failed to pierce the heart, but pierced deeply into Giuliano's right shoulder! Then it hit the Windlo power armor and bounced off.

In just a moment, the prince felt that half of his body was completely paralyzed and he lost almost half of his ability to move.

Wendlow was not idle either. If he called the guards at this time, it would only allow others to come in and collect the bodies of the two of them.

It would be great if Mousse was here. That guy could not only see through all the assassins' disguises, but also kill the opponent in such a situation.

With a quick punch, the joints of the steam armor made a harsh metal friction sound, and Windlow's fists pounded the ratman assassin randomly.

It was disorganized but very effective. The ratman assassin was not wearing any armor. If he wanted to counterattack, he would probably be stunned.

The Rat Assassin immediately displayed astonishing flexibility and speed. He bent his waist 270 degrees and performed several backflips to create distance.

"He's a bad guy, but it doesn't matter. If you get infected with my specially prepared dimensional stone poison, you will definitely die."

The assassin let out a roar from his throat that was very similar to that of a human, full of pride and excitement.

Since the prince has been poisoned and is doomed to die, Windlow is now the biggest threat.

He crouched down like a tiger ready to pounce, holding the dagger in reverse grip, while his other hand was stretched out like an iron hook, his nails gleaming with a faint light.

His movements were completely detached from human fighting techniques and were full of the speed, insidiousness and lethality of rats.

Windlo had never seen such a strange posture. If he was dragged into close combat, he would be in great danger.

He instantly pulled out a automatic pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger.

The bullet pierced the rat-man assassin's body and knocked him to the ground while he was still flying.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to throw the dagger, Windlow's automatic pistol had already used up all the bullets.

Eight bullets shattered the rat-man assassin's body into pieces.

"Ugh..."

Prince Giuliano struggled to get up, but a severe numbness came from the wound on his shoulder, which quickly spread throughout his body, and he was completely unable to move.

At the same time, the guards who heard the gunshots immediately kicked the door open, surrounded the prince, and raised their shields against Windlow.

"The bodyguard turned against us..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the doctor pushed the door open and began to check the prince's condition. When he saw the wound on his right shoulder that was emitting a strange green light, even Miragliano's top doctor and the alchemist who was good at detoxification shook their heads when they saw the green light.

According to the records of the Tirell states, no one has been cured of the damage caused by the warpstone poison so far.

But they still used various precious antidotes, applied detoxifying ointments, and even some scrolls to purify chaos magic.

It's just about doing your job, and no one thinks this situation can be alleviated.

"Warpstone poison."

An old doctor with white hair spoke in a trembling voice and a look of despair on his face.

"We've analyzed this substance before. It's constantly changing and can't be characterized. It randomly produces various symptoms, and there's no medicine to cure it."

“We can only prolong life as long as possible.”

Another alchemist had a solution.

"But it can only be measured in minutes."

A few minutes would be of no use, as the Skaven's plan was to assassinate the Prince and then attack while the Tyrells were leaderless.

Wendlow immediately knew what to do.

"Everyone, please do not spread the news. Pretend that the prince is in good health and has not been assassinated. At the same time, the city defense system and the internal affairs system continue to stabilize. Do not issue any martial law or alarm."

Looking at the prince's increasingly gloomy face and listening to the doctors' pessimistic assertions, he calculated in his mind what to do next.

The escape from Ulthuan, the difficult construction of the new elven city, the books of the female ratmen, the solemn instructions of the Cathay Ratmen physician...

Aurora Ratman Physician! Antidote!

Wendlow was shocked. He remembered that when he parted with the Chinese rat doctor, he settled his family in a port on the Norse Peninsula.

To show his gratitude, he gave me a bottle of life potion, saying that it could save my life at a critical moment!

The effects even include giving a dying person a breath of fresh air and recovering nearly one-third of the injuries in his body!

More importantly, the Chinese ratmen have long been on guard against the Skaven.

"Get out of the way!" Windlo pushed through the crowd and rushed to the prince. He quickly took out a peculiarly shaped metal bottle from the deepest part of his bag.

The bottle is not big and feels soft to the touch. The surface is engraved with intricate patterns in the Aurora style. There is a delicate rotating mechanism at the mouth of the bottle, which is now locked tightly.

Because the potion will lose its effect ten minutes after opening the lid, it tastes better after being refrigerated.

"Antidote! But I'm not sure!"

Wendlow's voice was urgent, his eyes fixed on the prince's increasingly weak vital signs.

Click.

With a slight click, the mechanism unlocked. Wendlow carefully pulled out the cork.

An indescribable smell of Chinese medicine, a mixture of rich herbal fragrance and a hint of blood, instantly spread.

The smell was not unpleasant, but rather carried a strange vitality that cleared the minds of the tense people around.

The liquid in the bottle is a deep, dark red that seems to contain starlight.

Without any hesitation, Wendlow lifted up the prince's unconscious head and carefully brought the bottle mouth close to the prince's half-blackened lips.

The prince also used up his last bit of strength to open his mouth.

One second...two seconds...three seconds...

The spider-web-like black lines on the prince's purple face seemed to... stop spreading?

Then, an unbelievable scene occurred! The terrifying black lines, as if encountering their nemesis, began to slowly fade away at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Although the speed was not fast, the trend was extremely obvious! The prince's breathing, which was originally weak and almost stopped, gradually became stronger.

"Help me... up."

Merchant Prince Giuliano extended his hand to Windlo, who slowly helped him sit up.

"Continuing with today's schedule, I will meet with the public at the Castle Stand in the Plaza to announce the new tax rates for this year."

The prince's consciousness and speech ability are recovering at the fastest speed.

He turned to the Tyrell generals and officials, his eyes sharp as a hawk.

"The war has begun."