Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

The tavern owner, Lona, has already opened the back door of the tavern, where there is a small path that leads safely to the street.

After the five heroes set off, Windlow came back from upstairs.

The owner, Lona, was not surprised or hesitant about this only customer. He just touched his Mediterranean-style head and came up with a good idea.

He just squinted at Wendlow and saw through the latter's identity.

A businessman from the northern province of the empire, who had done big business and bought titles, had a conscience and put profit above all else.

If he can be used properly, he would be a talent.

Now that the city of Uberrick is under full-scale attack by the ratmen, there is no one available, so he must extend an olive branch for recruitment.

Merchants are profit-oriented and very easy to control.

"As you can see, the ratmen have begun to attack the city. I have a business deal to introduce to you that will not only guarantee your safety but also allow you to make a profit."

Of course, Windlow had no reason to refuse such words. Safety and profit are what businessmen have always pursued.

Naturally, he was in high spirits and signaled the tavern owner, Lona, to continue.

"I'd like to hear more about this. I'm the Imperial Merchant, Wendlow. In times like these, safety and profit are both scarce commodities."

"Lorna."

The tavern owner, Lona, extended his hand and stated his name, but did not shake hands. Instead, he tapped the tavern counter lightly and then twirled a metal wine glass.

A map popped out from the counter's compartment, revealing a more detailed map of the city of Uberrick.

"They went to the Tower of Magnus to blow the horn. This is just the first step, but they may encounter all kinds of unexpected situations, so they will definitely need off-site assistance."

He spread the map on the wine-stained table and pointed at several locations.

"Here, here, and here are all safe routes. I can be sure there are no ratmen in these locations. Your mission is simple. Assist those five people in completing their mission."

But at this time, staying in the tavern is the more correct and safer choice. The tavern owner Lona also saw through all of Windlow's thoughts, and his finger joints were crackling because of his pressing.

"You can accept the quest, and you have the right to name your price after the task is completed. Alternatively, if you refuse, I'll throw you out the front door of the tavern. The rat troll probably hasn't gone far yet."

Under coercion and inducement, Windlow knew the importance of the situation and could only agree temporarily and took the map provided by Lona.

If he was thrown out from the front door by Lona, he would surely die.

If you go out the back door, the dark streets are full of dangers, and you can only gamble on the authenticity of the map information.

At this time, the sound of chopping outside the back door was getting farther and farther away, and Lona politely opened the back door for Wendlow.

"If you leave now, those five people will attract the attention of all the ratmen, and you will be safer."

Wendlow had nothing to say but pointed his finger at Lona's nose and ran out the back door without finishing his curse words.

Outside was the road under the moonlight. The burning ratmen's corpses and the light from the evil moon could illuminate the way forward.

Not far ahead was the new guard camp located by the river. The five men had already kicked open the door and rushed in.

Naturally, Wendlow didn't dare to waste time staying outside and quickly followed.

The military camp has turned into a battlefield. More than a dozen imperial soldiers, in dishevel, are fighting with weapons and dozens of ratmen.

But they were not ordinary ratmen, but elite ratmen soldiers wearing heavy red armor and holding halberds - Storm Rats!

Just now, the ratmen launched a surprise attack. They successfully attacked the imperial soldiers who were still asleep. In just the first wave of attack, half of the soldiers died in their sleep without knowing why.

The awakened soldiers and those on night duty barely managed to hold off the first wave of the Skaven attack, repelling the Clan Rats' attack without fully donning their gear.

But what followed were twelve heavily armored storm rats.

The gap between Storm Rat and Clan Rats is even greater than the gap between Imperial Swordsman and Imperial Greatsword.

As long as those twelve storm rats launch an attack, the entire New Guard Camp will fall immediately.

The scarlet and rough halberd was raised high by the Storm Rat, then suddenly let go and fell to the ground weakly.

When the injured imperial soldier looked up, he found that there was a big hole in the storm rat's head.

"Hou Li Sigma, we caught up!"

The witch hunter in the five-man team put down his flintlock pistol and reloaded it. The imperial sergeant in the team also strode forward, knocking the storm rat closest to him off balance with the hilt of his sword, and then took the opportunity to behead it with a two-handed sword.

What's even more terrifying is the elf in the team. Every time she pulls the longbow to its full length, it will pierce the storm rat's head with a whoosh.

Each shot can easily kill one.

"Kill them! Kill, kill, kill."

The Storm Rat also reacted, raised his halberd and rushed towards the four people, but he didn't notice the sudden sharp pain in his knees. A dwarf axe directly cut off his legs.

"Go on!"

The morale of the remaining imperial soldiers was immediately boosted. Even though their one-handed swords and spears could not penetrate the armor, they successfully restricted the attacks of the storm rats.

In a short moment, all twelve storm rats were killed by the soldiers in the barracks and five heroes, and the new guard barracks were back under the control of the empire.

Only a few Imperial soldiers survived, but they still put on all their equipment after they were safe and guarded every entrance to the barracks.

"Thank you for your help. We will continue to hold the barracks until further orders."

"Very good, continue your duties soldiers. Now, as an Imperial Witch Hunter, I ask you if there is any other support on the route to Horn of Magnus?"

"I don't know. We don't have any news from the outside world. These rat-like beastmen attacked too quickly, and we lost all contact with the outside world."

The witch hunter thought for a moment and then gave the order to continue.

When leaving, the imperial soldiers here took out the last bag of first aid supplies they had left and handed it to the witch hunter.

"Take it with you. This is our last supply."

After taking it, the five people just nodded silently and immediately jumped towards the pig pit. Only through here could they quickly reach Strootman Market.

At this time, Windlow was following the map drawn by the tavern owner Lona and was completely stuck to the corner of the new guard camp.

There is indeed a protruding brick here, which allows a person to slowly crawl over. You just need to keep your balance and not fall into the water, while using your palms to hold the bricks firmly.

In this way, Windlow successfully bypassed the barracks and even passed through the barracks area under the barracks' noses. In front of him was Stroman Street.