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The cold morning mist had not yet completely dissipated, sticking to Wendlow's cloak and bringing a biting chill.

He squatted beside a torn fence, picked up a bit of damp soil with a dark green sticky liquid with his fingertips, and rubbed it with his thumb and index finger.

Even if he was not a top scout, as a reputable imperial merchant, he could still detect the stench that was a mixture of rat stench, rotten flesh and the unique stench of Skaven.

"The walls are covered with triangle symbols."

The cold voice of the Honor Knight came from behind a half-collapsed stone wall, and the crosshairs of her long-barreled musket slowly swept across the deserted ruins.

"There were no signs of fighting, no bodies, and the entire village seemed to have disappeared overnight."

The muzzle of the gun finally pointed at a piece of ground not far away that had obviously collapsed, with fresh claw marks and green slime scattered around the edges.

Windlow stood up and looked around the dead place.

It’s a pity to say that the last time I came to the southern region of Bretonnia, I was also with the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, but there was a special existence in the team at that time.

"If Mousse were here..."

The dark elf's pale face and those purple eyes that could see through the shadows subconsciously flashed through his mind.

The Dread Lord's perception of magic and intuition of danger are invaluable in a place doubly contaminated by warpstone and necromancy.

Where could she be now? Was she banished from Malekith's fold, changed her ways, and joined the Dark Elves' mercenaries? Either way, she wouldn't be at peace.

Wendlow shook his head and put aside this useless thought.

Now, he could only rely on his merchant observation skills and the four powerful, um... traditional Bretonnian knights with powerful firepower.

"King Laun's return is truly ill-timed."

The Honest Knight spoke in a muffled voice, breaking the silence. She wiped the cold metal of her spear shield, as if recalling that decisive moment.

"The Holy Grail Knight could have done it at that time... I could feel his hand on the musket. And who knew that beggar-looking guy was Laun?"

She paused, her tone complicated.

"But the Holy Grail Knight finally gave up. In front of all the lords and knights, he knelt on one knee and swore allegiance to his king. That scene... was even more shocking than killing Marubod."

The heroic knight's grenade launcher hit the ground with a thud, and the accumulated gunpowder residue inside stirred up a circle of dust.

“It is heroic to have the courage to give up what is within your reach.”

"A vow is more important than a crown. The Grail Knights have followed their own honor. Bretonnia needs a true king to unite its forces. Honor far outweighs personal gain and loss."

The Knight of Honor looked at the Knight of Justice, whose heavy helmet was turned to the south, his right hand always on his flintlock pistol, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the fog.

"These traces...are not bandits. They are the tentacles of the army. Their target is likely the ruins of Lyonness."

"Liones?"

Windlo's heart trembled, and he quickly searched his memory. As a kingdom that joined the rebels, Lyonness had almost emptied all its military reserves to fight against the loyalists.

And the most crucial thing is that not far from the city of Lyonnes is Mousillon, a city that is basically controlled by vampires.

"Then go to Lyonesse!"

The brave knight's eyes lit up with fighting spirit.

"Whether you're a vampire or a ratman, you can try my 15-inch grenade launcher, made by the same engineer as Nuln! It's even signed by him."

"No no no no."

The Knight of Justice's voice was as calm as the trigger of the flintlock in his hand.

"The orders from the Lord Grail Knight are to conduct reconnaissance, confirm the scale of the threat, assess its intentions, and most importantly, locate any possible ratmen from the Tyrell Kingdom. Ideally, we should find key nodes or maps of their underground network. We are scouts, not a stormtrooper team."

His sharp eyes swept over everyone.

"Perhaps we can find some survivors and ask them which is the bigger threat, the vampires or the ratmen. However, the serfs usually can't tell the difference between vampires and ratmen."

Wendlow nodded. As an imperial merchant, he never liked direct combat. According to his professional habits, intelligence was the most important thing.

"We need intelligence. The Skaven clans are fighting among themselves. If we can find their command post or the engineering warlock's workshop, we might be able to uncover their future plans. I've learned a little bit of their language."

Of course, the rat language was taught by the female rat people, and the Chinese rat language is very different from the Skaven rat language.

The team continued south along the clear trails left by the ratmen.

The scene became increasingly disturbing. The river glowed with an eerie green light, the trees were withered and twisted, and the stench and radiation of the warpstone in the air made people dizzy.

Occasionally, you can see abandoned carts filled with strange metal parts and green-glowing ores, as well as a very chaotic magical atmosphere.

Three days later, they reached a high point overlooking the Gulf of Lyonesse. The sight before them sent a chill down the spine of even the Four Horsemen, who had experienced the civil war.

Lyonnais, the once magnificent port city, is now reduced to ruins, like the white bones of a giant beast lying in the bay.

There wasn't even a single intact building to be seen in the entire ruins. Almost all of the ruined castle towers were instantly destroyed by a giant bomb that exploded in the center of the city.

Even more frightening was the fact that the entire ruins seemed to come alive! Countless ratmen surged and dug through the ruins like a black tide.

Slave rats carried stones and soil and moved around like ants, storm rats in rusty heavy armor waved whips to maintain order, plague incense monks sprayed deadly yellow-green smoke, and huge warp stone lightning cannons were laboriously calibrated by ratmen engineering warlocks on the remaining city walls.

Opposite these ratmen, on the other side of the city ruins, the armies of Nurgle and Tzeentch are facing each other.

In the ruins of Lyonesse, the Skaven, Nurgle, and Tzeentch are attacking each other, but there is no trace of the Bretonnians.

"what's the situation?"

This scene was incomprehensible to the Honest Knight.

"It should be a ratman's nuclear bomb. I heard the female ratman talk about this before."

Windlow's voice was hoarse. According to the female ratman, the Skryre Clan of the Ratman Council of Thirteen had used dimensional stone to create two huge nuclear bombs. Only one of them was needed to completely destroy a large human city.

It seems that the city of Lyonness was attacked by a ratman's nuclear bomb. The ratmen here have apparently turned the ruins of Lyonness into a huge outpost and material transfer center.

In addition, the magical wind caused by the huge amount of dimensional stone power generated by the nuclear bomb explosion may have torn the boundary between the real world and the Chaos Realm, causing the Nurgle and Tzeentch armies to come here.

The three hostile factions fought in the ruins of Lyonesse, which gave Bretonnia a chance to breathe and allowed the Holy Grail Knights to kill Marubod and end the rebellion.

"Look! That warlock!"

The Honor Knight's long-barreled musket was pointed steadily at a short and sturdy engineer warlock standing near the tunnel entrance, with tool bags and scrolls hanging around his waist.

It was pointing at a metal disc that was flashing green light, and shouting at the slave rat next to it, saying that it wanted to kill all the demonic things and then take control of the entire ruins. Yes, yes.

Just as Windlow was evaluating how to approach and assassinate, something strange happened!

"Squeak, squeak, squeak! Upwind! Fresh meat! Kill, kill!"

Without warning, a sharp, piercing alarm rang out from the rubble below them! Several of the guarding sewer rats suddenly leaped into the air, their glowing green eyes instantly locking onto the five men's positions!

They are the reconnaissance troops of the Skaven. As a race that excels at ambushes, the Skaven are also good at detecting other people's ambushes.

There are always a lot of sewer rats lurking near the ratmen's nest. If there are fewer people coming here, you may be able to sneak under the noses of the sewer rats.

But now there are five of them, which greatly increases the probability of being discovered by the sewer rats.

As the three sewer rats leaped into the air, they took out the dimensional stone darts they had prepared long ago.

When dealing with Bretonnian knights who can only fight in close combat and cannot ride on horses, the Sewer Rats have many ways to kite them to death.

There were three loud bangs, and the three sewer rats were all shot in the chest and fell from the air. The brave knight blew away the smoke from the muzzle of his gun. It was not difficult to shoot a moving target.

But the Bretonnians are not wood elves after all, and cannot attack while stealthed. Once they attack, they will immediately leave the stealth state and cannot enter the sniper rhythm.

After hearing the gunshots, more ratmen rushed out from all corners of the underground like a black wave.

The ratmen in a state of combat readiness are extremely vigilant and can react immediately to the slightest disturbance.

After noticing the underground raid, the Dimension Stone Lightning Cannon took the time to turn around and fired a lightning cannon towards this location without caring about the casualties of friendly forces. Then it turned around again and looked towards the location of the demon army.

With his back against the cold and solid shield of honesty, Windlow's voice was particularly loud amid the deafening roar of gunfire, the screams of ratmen, and the hissing of poisonous gas.

"Shouta."

Under his knight's cloak were hidden countless flintlock pistols.

Since this type of weapon has a slow reload speed, there is no need to worry about how to reload. All you need to do is shoot one gun and then pull out another one.

The two flintlock pistols moved around the body of the Knight of Justice as if they were enchanted with binding runes, accurately hitting all the storm rats that wanted to pounce on him.

After the bullet was fired, he quickly took out a new flintlock pistol and fired again, and the surrounding ratmen could not get close to him at all.

But at this time, a rat troll who had fled here after losing the battle with the demons on the front battlefield regained his morale.

This thing is a terrifying creature transformed by the ratmen. It retains the ratmen's advantage of flexibility and mobility, but also has the impact and damage of the troll.

Seeing that there were human enemies here, they naturally rushed over like crazy after losing the control of their trainer.

"Storm of wind and rain!"

The Knight of Justice quickly drew his gun and fired. The flintlock pistol actually fired at the rate of fire of the Hellstorm Cannon, with more than ten bullets hitting the rat troll every second.

But this shooting speed also exhausted all the weapons of the Knight of Justice. Now that he slowly raised the last flintlock pistol, the speed of the whole world seemed to have slowed down a lot.

"Goddess of the Lake, please bless my shooting this time."

A bullet with golden light shot out and directly pierced through the rat troll's head, in the surprised eyes of everyone.

The Knight of Justice took advantage of this short second to put the next bullet into the flintlock rifle, and the loading action was already 80% complete.

"Justice doesn't prevail on its own."