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Five people quickly got off the carriage and dispersed in battle formation. Their specific equipment and weapons could not be seen in the darkness, and their identities were even more unknown.

I could only hear the sounds they made when they walked, and knew that only one of them was wearing heavy armor, while the others were wearing leather or cloth armor.

The leading guy slowly crouched on the ground. Windlow focused his attention completely and realized that a corpse had appeared on the road by the river at some point.

"careful!"

A clear female voice burst out like a hurricane, and she pulled the longbow in her hands to its full extent with both arms, then turned and headed towards the direction of Windlow.

A sharp arrow shot out quickly and hit the guy crouching on the roof of the Red Moon Tavern directly. After piercing his chest, he fell to the ground helplessly.

Immediately afterwards, many short figures came out from the alleys and darkness around and surrounded the carriage.

"Midnight robbery?"

This was Wendlow's first reaction, but then he felt something was wrong.

That short figure was obviously a dwarf, but how could a dwarf commit robbery in a human city in the middle of the night?

At this moment, a flame suddenly appeared on the body of the guy standing at the back of the five people. His entire hair was burning, and it also ignited the street lamp on the side of the road.

Only then did Windlow see the whole picture of what was happening by the river.

Three humans, an elf, and a dwarf were surrounded by ratmen!

It was no longer surprising to Wendlow that there were ratmen underground in human cities.

However, according to the introduction of the female ratman I met before, the Skaven race only hides in the sewers and underground spaces of human cities.

They make a living by stealing human resources, assassinating people and stealing intelligence, and they will never appear on the ground.

The female ratman also made a judgment that if the Skaven began to appear on the ground in groups, it meant that something terrible was about to happen.

Those ratmen were clan rats dressed in tattered cloth and holding rusty weapons. Their fighting power was comparable to that of underage humans.

With bare hands, an adult male can kill 5 clan rats. If they are armed, an adult male can easily kill 10 clan rats.

The five guys who came out of the carriage were naturally no ordinary people. One of them was even wearing half-plate armor that only imperial greatswordsmen were qualified to wear, and holding a two-handed greatsword.

The giant sword chopped down heavily, starting from the top of the clan rat's head, and cut the slave rat into two halves, with all kinds of meat and organs scattered on the ground.

The dwarf, holding a two-handed hammer, which could be considered a one-handed hammer in the hands of humans, also shouted, jumped up and smashed the head of a clan rat into its stomach.

In order to avoid accidentally hurting friendly forces, the elves' arrows attack enemies in the distance or on rooftops.

In this team, there is actually a witch hunter and a fire mage, who uses flintlock pistols and fire magic to kill all the clan rats who dare to stand in front of them on a large scale.

"Strange! Very strange!"

Windlow lay on the edge of the bed, making sure only his eyes were exposed to avoid being accidentally injured by any long-range fire.

According to his understanding of the ratmen, even the clan rats, who were the backbone of the ratmen clans, were not as motivated as the peasant troops of Bretonnia.

If more than ten of the hundred clan rats die, the morale of the remaining clan rats will collapse and they will scatter and flee in panic.

But why are the morale of those clan rats so high?

At this moment, a terrible roar came from not far away. Lights immediately lit up in several houses by the river, and bursts of screams broke out.

A ratman, almost as big as a troll, used all four limbs to charge towards the five people by the river.

"Quick! Come here! Follow me!"

The voice belonged to the owner of the Red Moon Tavern. He came behind the five people and called on them to follow him to the tavern for refuge.

The screaming and fighting woke up several nearby residents. Accompanied by the sounds of new fighting and things breaking, the battle broke out near the Red Moon Tavern.

Some of the humans who were still sleeping were killed by the ratmen before they could react, while some experienced people took out the daggers under their pillows and started fighting.

The survivors immediately blocked their own doors and windows. At this moment, the door of the Red Moon Tavern downstairs was slammed shut. The rat trolls could not break in and could only go somewhere else.

Windloo jumped downstairs in two steps. The five people, the carriage driver, and the owner of the Red Moon Tavern were sitting in the hall and slowly calming their breathing.

"Hello, five warriors. I am the owner of the Red Moon Tavern, my name is Lorna. As you can see, this city has been attacked by ratmen."

The tavern owner was not panicked or surprised, as if he had already anticipated the ratmen's attack on the city.

And as an Imperial, he seems to know about the existence of the rat people and understand them.

"So, can you do me a favor? Go to the center of Ubberek and blow the horn atop Magnus's Tower to warn the entire city."

After saying this, he did not look at the witch hunters, but faced the imperial soldiers wearing greatswordsman plate armor and the dwarves beside him.

"As a reward I can provide you with bounties and sell you alcohol."

"Sounds like a good deal. We need to warn the whole city quickly, and then we can deal with the ale."

The dwarf obviously agreed to this request, but the imperial soldier looked at the witch hunter standing in the middle of the team.

"I am a witch hunter of the Knights Templar of Sigmar, named Victor Saltzpyre. Your advice is correct. We need your assistance now. Please guide us to the Tower of Magnus."

The Tower of Magnus was a project undertaken by the then Emperor Magnus more than two hundred years ago. Almost every city in the empire has such a tower. The purpose of its construction is to sound an alarm to the entire city in the event of a disaster.

However, as outsiders, the five people naturally did not know the specific road planning of the city of Uberik, and needed the assistance of Lona, the owner of the local Red Moon Tavern.

The tavern owner, Lona, immediately took out a map with detailed markings of the route from the Red Moon Tavern to the Tower of Magnus.

Walk upstream along the banks of the De Fel River, the river in the middle of the city, to the New Guard Barracks, and then through the barracks to reach the pig pit.

Strootman's Market is right next to the Pig Pit. Once you get to the market, you'll see Oliver's Inn. Then walk through the inn to reach Magnus' Tower.

The plan is very detailed and the path is very clear.

Now the ratmen have begun to invade the city. Every minute of delay will cause more people to be killed by the ratmen in their sleep.

"The briefing is clear, we can now proceed with the mission."

"I can't wait to blow the horn. You have to get the ale ready for us."

"Yes, sir, this is also part of our contract."

"So, are you dropping the accusation against me for now? Or are you giving me a chance to unleash my talent for fire magic?"

"That's pretty fun. I'll go too."