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The square in the center of Hessgreen Town is no longer an area that humans can understand. Ordinary people will quickly lose their sanity after just one look at it.

The huge Nurgle beast that emerged from the ground was the creation of Festus, like a wriggling mountain of flesh emitting a sweet and rotten stench.

Yellow-green pus continued to ooze out of its skin and drip onto the ground. Its belly was completely torn open, and its various internal organs were even directly exposed, constantly wriggling.

Countless infected townspeople have turned into Nurgle zombies, surrounding the Nurgle beast like pilgrims, with crazy and happy smiles on their faces, chanting the name in unison in distorted and out-of-tune voices.

"Festus, the gift of a loving father, Festus."

Windlow and his squad hid in the shadows of the tavern, and the sight before them sent chills down the spine of even the bravest veterans of Hawke's territory.

"Sir...we..."

The captain's voice was dry and the musket in his hand was shaking slightly.

"We were so scared."

Although he was obviously scared to death, he still gripped the rifle tightly in his hand, and his joints crackled.

"That's a demon. Of course I'm afraid too. It's normal to be frightened and horrified. It's great that you guys obeyed my orders."

Windlow comforted the people around him as if jokingly, his eyes fixed on the Nurgle beast and the increasing number of infected people around it.

"The plague will spread throughout Hawkeland, then cross the river into Reikland, and may even completely cover the capital, Altdorf."

He was calculating rapidly in his mind, not the profits, but the casualties and the costs.

His businessman's instinct made him look for solutions to "minimize losses."

Nurgle is a very tough enemy. Based on the intelligence he got from the elves, Windlow certainly knows the strengths and weaknesses of these enemies.

Nurgle troops have no armor and do not like to wear armor. Even the Nurgle champion warriors who used to wear heavy armor have their armor completely corroded by their own body fluids.

If we use numbers to calculate, the armor value provided by the half-body armor of the Imperial Provincial Army is 30, and the armor of all Nurgle troops will not exceed 15.

Most of the more than 30 men under his command were armed with muskets, a weapon that could easily penetrate armor.

But weapons that can easily penetrate armor also have fatal weaknesses, which are slow to swing and difficult to reload.

Using musket bullets to attack the completely unarmored Nurgle troops is a huge loss from a business perspective.

If they want to engage in close combat, the Nurgle troops will release corrosive fluids and poisonous gases, which will bring the most terrifying nightmare to any enemy who wants to get close to them.

As a disadvantage, Nurgle's troops had very poor mobility. Even their cavalry were infected with the plague. Their rotten bodies meant that they could not move quickly, and they could not even catch up with the fleeing dwarves.

If you decide to retreat now, the Nurgle army will have nothing that can catch up with you except the War Mastiffs. You just need to retreat in an orderly manner, then turn back and attack the War Mastiffs. Once the War Mastiffs are defeated, you can retreat safely.

Although they have very strong vitality, all Nurgle troops are afraid of fire. Attacking them with fire can cause unexpected surprises and tons of damage.

A safe and efficient plan gradually took shape in his mind.

"How much kerosene and explosives do we have left?"

Wendlow's voice was eerily calm.

"And then add in everyone's gunpowder."

The captain was stunned for a moment, then quickly ran to each soldier to investigate and count.

"If each person keeps five shots, the resulting powder and fuel would be enough to burn down half a city block."

“Not half a block.”

Windlow turned around and glanced at the pale and terrified faces of every soldier around him.

"Leave no gunpowder behind and burn down all of Hessgreen."

The tavern, which was temporarily used as a shelter, was dead silent.

Burn down the entire town? Without any chance of a counterattack? Wouldn't anyone be able to escape?

"Sir! This…this won't do!"

A young militiaman couldn't help but shout.

Of course, Windlow knew what everyone was afraid of. For the people of Hawke, no matter how difficult the battle was, as long as the muskets in their hands could fire bullets, it meant they still had the power to resist.

If you can't continue shooting and can't fight back, you will face the fate of being slaughtered.

No one wants to wait for death, and no one wants to die easily. Everyone wants to survive.

Under these circumstances, everyone's morale is rapidly declining and has reached the stage of wavering.

"I will keep everyone alive."

Windlow pointed out the window, where a townsman was tearing open his own chest with his bare hands, pulling out his green entrails and respectfully offering them to the beast of Nurgle.

"Look outside! The town has fallen. Is the forest outside the town safe or not?"

Just like the basic idea of ​​all businessmen, if places that are considered safe become unsafe, then places that are originally unsafe are destined to become even more dangerous.

"If we run away now, we'll definitely encounter tougher enemies in the forest. They'll catch up to us, and none of us will be able to return alive."

"If we set a fire in the city, the creatures in the forest outside the city will definitely be attracted by the fire, and then we can retreat more safely."

What Windlow said made a lot of sense, and the people of Hawke also knew the horror of the forest.

If you can really make a big noise, then it will naturally increase your chances of escaping and surviving.

Everyone took action immediately, and the gunpowder and fuel were deployed very quickly.

"For the Empire!" the captain signaled from the other side.

In an instant, dozens of fire spots ignited simultaneously in various places in Hesgreen!

Dry wood and cloth became the best combustion aids. The fire was like an angry beast, quickly devouring the streets and forming two huge walls of fire, closing in on the town center from the north and south!

The heat wave distorted the air and thick smoke rose into the sky.

The infected people burned by the flames let out inhuman howls of ecstasy, but they did not run away. Instead, they rushed out of the flames and ran towards the living people with their hands outstretched.

"Free fire! Hold them off! Be patient! The fire isn't big enough yet!"

Windlow stood at the front of the line, and everyone fired the last bullet from their muskets, knocking the twisted figures in front to the ground.

A flock of frightened birds flew up from the distant forest, proving that Windlow's judgment was completely correct.

The other terrifying things in the forest were attracted by the flames and were heading towards this place. If they just delayed for a while, they would be able to retreat more safely.

But Windlow's eyes remained fixed on the giant Nurgle beast.

The flames seemed to have angered it. Its huge body squirmed, and the big hole in its abdomen opened, spewing out thick dark green plague mist, trying to extinguish the surrounding flames.

The flames did cause tons of damage to it, but its swollen body seemed to have endless power of recovery. Wherever the plague cloud passed, even the stones were corroded and melted.

"We must put it out! Otherwise the fire will be suppressed!"

Windlow saw the key point. This demon was the core of the plague. As long as it was still there, other Nurgle troops could even be reborn and recover in the flames.

He recalled his previous experience of absorbing the magic of the greenskin shamans and the energy of the Nurglings, and a crazy idea grew in his mind.

"Prepare to retreat!"

He shouted to the captain, then took off all the heavy equipment on his body, holding only the silver-inlaid bayonet musket, and rushed towards the Nurgle beast like an arrow!

Of course, the Nurgle beast noticed this tiny creature that exuded an unusual aura.

It swung a tentacle made of rotten limbs and smashed it towards Windlow with tremendous force.

But the Nurgle beast moved too slowly, and even Windlow was able to dodge it by rolling awkwardly.

Although the movement was slow, the damage could not be underestimated. A deep pit was smashed into the ground where he was standing, and the splashing green pus burned the skin of his arm with a sizzling sound.

If an ordinary person came into contact with this green pus, I'm afraid even their bones would have been corroded and melted by now.

As the severe pain came, the green lines on his arms that remained after absorbing the magic lit up again, and actually began to actively absorb the plague energy in the pus!

Pain and a strange feeling of fullness emerged at the same time.

"Come on! You rotten piece of flesh!"

Windlow roared, using the burning ruins as cover as he continued to approach. He stopped firing and instead focused all his energy on that strange absorption ability.

In the eyes of everyone, they saw Wendlow take the initiative to face another cloud of plague sprayed by the Nurgle beast! Then he was completely enveloped.

"My lord! No!"

The soldiers in the distance watched in horror as Windlow's figure was engulfed by the thick green fog.

At this moment, everyone gave up their original retreat plan and inserted their bayonets into the muzzles of their muskets, turning them into spears.

However, the next second, the clouds seemed to be stirred by an invisible force, forming a vortex, and the center of the vortex was Windlow!

He opened his arms, his face was painful and hideous, and the green lines under his skin were pulsating wildly like living blood vessels, forcibly absorbing the surrounding plague energy into his body!

The Beast of Nurgle roared in confusion and anger. It felt its power draining away.

Wendlow felt like his body was about to burst, and all kinds of negative emotions attacked his sanity.

Despair, laziness, succumbing to illness, why bother with so much effort, just lie down and rest.

But there was only one thought in his mind: hold on and suck it up!

He raised his musket and forced the chaotic and foul energy in his body into the silver-plated bullet in the barrel. The gun body became scorching hot and even began to deform.

"Taste yourself!"

He pulled the trigger!

A beam of energy mixed with green plague and silver light, like a deformed lightning, shot into the huge hole in the belly of the Nurgle beast!

"Enchanted Silver Bullet!"

The tiny bullet was like a silver needle, piercing the balloon that was like one filled with pus.

The Nurgle beast's massive body twitched and contracted violently, then suddenly exploded! Green slime and broken viscera poured down like a torrential rain, staining the entire square with filth.

The shock wave of the explosion blew Windlow away and he fell heavily to the ground. The severe pain made him slowly lose consciousness.

"Quick! You two come here! Carry the adults, we need to retreat!"

Beyond the captain's roar, Wendlow seemed to hear another grand and malicious voice ringing in the depths of his soul:

"Interesting little thing, you seem..."

“It’s a container.”