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Tower of Magnus. When the five heroes arrived, they found that all the imperial soldiers here were dead and their bodies were torn into pieces.

Two hundred years of peace since the last Chaos invasion had made the city of Uberik lose its vigilance against danger. After all, for them, the most recent threat was only six years ago when the Emperor took over this place, and there were no civilian casualties.

If people stay in a stable environment for a long time, they will inevitably become lazy until the day they pay the price.

"By Sigmar, all the soldiers are dead, not a single one is left alive!"

The witch hunter only needed to take a quick glance to see the current situation of the tower. The ratmen were too smart and too cunning.

The Tower of Magnus was the first target of the ratmen's attack. They had already killed all the human guards here and even left some troops here to ensure that no accidents would happen.

The road leading to the top of the tower was completely blocked, and the obstacles filled with garbage, corpses, and all kinds of junk could not be cleared.

"Hey! Sir, we can take the lift up. We just need to press the switch and the platform will take us up."

"Are you stupid, Kruber? The ratmen have completely taken over the entire tower. There's no way to get up there."

"The witch hunter is right, strong man. You have to understand that all mechanical objects need something to provide energy. Without energy, there is no power."

The persuasion of the dwarf and the witch hunter did not make the imperial soldier named Kruper give up his idea. Instead, he jumped directly onto the lifting platform.

"I told you, I have served in many provinces of the Empire. No matter where I am, I can just press the switch and the lifting platform will work."

As he spoke, he reached out and pressed the switch. Just as the other four were waiting to laugh at him, the elevator actually started to work slowly.

Now it was the others' turn to be dumbfounded, but they still moved quickly and stood on the lifting platform together.

Through the iron chain pulled by the lifting platform, you can see the huge disc located in the power room.

This millstone-like thing requires three soldiers to push it, which can pull the iron rope through the labor-saving pulley, thereby driving the movement of the entire lifting platform.

In the previous attack, all the imperial soldiers were eaten by the ratmen, and only Windlow was struggling to push the empty power room.

The imperial merchants were not in good physical condition, but fortunately there were only five people on the elevator, and no other weapons or supplies.

With a loud click, the lifting platform completed its mission and successfully sent the five people to the top of the tower.

Now he was only one step away from blowing the horn as a warning. He just had to walk to the huge horn.

But at this moment, a strong stench of dimensional stone came from the front, and a burst of dark green sticky liquid gushed out.

After it touched the dwarf's shield, most of the shield melted, forcing the five-man team to retreat.

"Dimensional flamethrower!"

The dwarf immediately realized what kind of weapon the ratman was holding, then took the still burning shield from his back and threw it at the ratman with all his strength.

This was originally a dwarf's iron dragon flamethrower. After it was stolen from the armory by the ratmen, the stupid ratmen filled it with dimensional stone powder because they didn't know how to fill it with fuel.

"Hahahahaha! Die, die, die, you human, die!"

The ratman holding the dimensional flamethrower was obviously in a state of excitement. His completely exposed mouth and nose allowed him to inhale a small amount of dimensional stone dust at the first moment.

This seriously irritated his nerves. In addition to endangering his health, its greater effect was that it had the effect of a stimulant.

As soon as the five of them showed their heads, they would be sprayed in the face by dimensional flames.

"Dwarf, what is the weakness of this flamethrower?"

"Come on, stinky elf, the things we dwarves make are not like those made by elves. As long as we make them, there are no weaknesses. Even if they are stolen by ratmen, the only weakness is that the user is a ratman."

"In my eyes, everything made by dwarves is always shorter. There must be weaknesses!"

It was obvious that the elf in the team had conflicts and disagreements with the dwarves at this time. He left the team alone and began to climb along the edge of the tower, trying to find a way around.

The fire mage who saw through the elves' plan at a glance also came up with a plan. He jumped out from time to time and fired a few fireballs at the dimensional fire-breathing rat.

However, every fireball was blocked by the dimensional flamethrower, and had no practical effect other than being attacked more fiercely by the ratmen.

"Save your flames, Fire Girl. That's an Iron Dragon Flamethrower forged by us dwarves. Even in the hands of a Skaven, it has fire resistance. The fire damage will have no effect at all."

"You don't understand, Master Dwarf. This is a plan of mine, a very, very cunning plan."

"Plot?"

While the dwarf was still wondering what the fire mage's plan was, the elf had already successfully circled behind the dimensional fire-breathing rat.

Now all you need to do is raise the longbow, charge it to its full power, and an arrow aimed at the back of the head can easily penetrate the fire-breathing rat's head.

However, the elf seemed to still be angry. He slowly lowered the longbow in his hand by three inches, then let go and shot it out.

The armor-piercing arrow pierced directly into the dimensional flamethrower, and the pressurized dimensional stone powder inside immediately gushed out uncontrollably, making a terrifying hissing sound.

The fire-breathing rat was so anxious that it dropped its weapon and kept scratching the fire-breathing canister behind it.

But all his actions were of no avail. With a bang, the flamethrower exploded into a ball of green flame, completely enveloping the ratman and even igniting several clan rats who were watching the excitement nearby.

The witch hunter looked at the fire-breathing rat wailing in the green flames, and reached out to stop the imperial officer named Kruber.

There was anger and hatred in his eyes.

"Don't shoot, let him burn."

The others also avoided the area ignited by the dimensional flames and successfully reached the top floor of the watchtower.

The anger in the witch hunters' eyes was not simply directed at the ratmen, but also at the imperial defenders here.

The watchtower was in a dilapidated state and it was obvious that it had not been repaired for several years. There were even a few gambling tables next to the horn for the entertainment of the soldiers stationed there.

Wine bottles and cans were piled everywhere, and there were even many urine stains in the corners.

This is the empire's defensive strength, this is the empire's defensive attitude.

The Skaven's sneak attack was certainly the main reason, but if the Imperial defenders had maintained discipline and discovered the problem and sounded the alarm in the first place.

Never mind, current matters are more important.

"Kruber, blow the horn."

This horn, which was personally supervised by Emperor Magnus two hundred years ago, issued a loud sound, waking up the entire city from the water. The noise could even be heard in the More Cemetery far outside the city.

The lights in one house came on, then the lights in another house, and then there was the sound of fighting as equipment was put on and weapons were picked up.

The Skaven's surprise attack plan has failed! The soldiers and residents of Uberrick have received the alarm and entered combat mode.

Similarly, the horn also attracted the attention of other ratmen nearby.

Their mission is to ensure that no human can blow the horn. Now that the horn has sounded, they can only hope that after the culprit is captured, their own warlord will give him a lighter sentence.

"Didn't you say that dwarven weapons have no weaknesses?"

"Hey stupid elf! Our current enemy is the ratmen!"