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The heavy wooden door of the Red Moon Tavern closed behind him, blocking off the brief moment of peace.

Witch Hunter Victor, Sergeant Marcus, Fire Mage Siena, Dwarf Ranger Bardin, and Elf Tracker Kerillian have already selected their weapons and supplies and headed towards the target location.

This scene comforted Windlow. At least he didn't have to fight with the ratmen in the dark.

Olesya and her carriage disappeared at the end of the alley like ghosts. She would go around the relatively safe edge area and head to the outskirts of the southern market to meet them.

As for the others, they could only walk through the dangerous city center.

The route provided by Lona is not a straight line, but a circuitous one that uses the relatively intact interior of the building, narrow corridors and small areas of the roof.

That's right, the safe route even includes other people's basements.

God knows how much this tavern owner knows about the entire city of Uberik. In short, that guy is definitely not a simple tavern owner.

The air was filled with the strong smell of smoke, blood, and the unique corrosive stench of Skaven that was characteristic of the ratmen.

The sounds of fighting, explosions and the sharp screams of rats came from afar, and fierce battles were taking place in every corner of the city.

This is the terrifying thing about the Skaven. There is no front line or advance when fighting against them, because these creatures will attack from any unexpected place.

Use your own despicableness and stealth to surround the enemy from all sides, and then use the advantage of numbers to completely overwhelm the enemy with more people than the enemy.

Victor took the lead. His trained senses could detect potential dangers in advance. This witch hunter had experience fighting against ratmen, and he knew that the Skaven were not the rat-like beastmen that the Empire said, nor were they ducknecks.

Marcus followed closely behind, shield slightly raised, alert to any possible direction. This imperial sergeant had served for a full ten years, with a record of serving from the southernmost Ave Territory to the northernmost Oster Territory.

Kerillian roamed the flanks like a shadow, her longbow always half-drawn. The wood elf wandered around the edges of the group, either at the front or at the back.

A faint heat wave lingered around Siena's fingertips, while Bardin was responsible for covering the rear. His eyes, which could see clearly even in the dark, kept scanning the rear.

"Turn left, go through the tailor shop, there's an alley behind it that avoids the main road."

Victor whispered, his voice particularly clear among the silent ruins.

The tailor shop was a mess, with fabrics torn and mannequins toppled over. Just as they were about to pass through the back door of the shop, Kerillian suddenly raised her hand.

"Shh—there's movement up ahead."

Everyone held their breath and focused. From the other end of the alley came the sound of chewing and suppressed sobbing.

Victor made a gesture, and Marcus and Bardin immediately stepped forward. The two of them tacitly moved to the left and right, and suddenly rushed into the alley!

This type of assault mission is often very dangerous and carries a high risk of being attacked by the enemy.

Therefore, the two people wearing heavy armor were chosen to attack first not because of fear, but out of the most rational judgment.

In the alley, several slave rats were feasting on the corpse of an imperial soldier. Next to them was an overturned cargo box with some dried meat and black bread scattered out of it.

Further down the alley, in a half-collapsed shack, one could vaguely see a few pairs of terrified eyes without any light. They were the survivors of the city of Uberek!

It seems that hunger has completely controlled the ordinary slave rats and clan rats. They obviously have the most sensitive sense of smell and can detect any human who is hiding.

But at this time, he gave up the mission given by the rat warlord and clan leader, and gave up attacking the city of Uberrick and killing all humans.

I focused all my attention on eating and became oblivious to everything happening around me.

Even when Marcus and Bardin walked up to the faces of the ratmen, these ratmen who were still eating did not make any movement until they were hit by swords and axes, then they howled and began to prepare for battle.

But the battle broke out and ended in an instant. Marcus's blade accurately pierced the throat of a ratman, Bardin's axe split another in half. Kerillian's arrow silently pierced the eye socket of a third ratman who was about to scream and alarm.

Siena was even still charging the fireball, so she could only shrug and put her hands together to swat the fireball away.

"Does this count as people dying for money and rats dying for food?"

Marcus shook off the blood on the one-handed sword. The ratmen didn't have much fat, so there wasn't much difficult-to-clean yellow fat left on the sword.

"Holy crap, is this an idiom? I actually know how to say idioms."

"Come out! Quick!"

Victor obviously ignored Marcus's mumbling and shouted towards the shack, his voice leaving no room for doubt.

Five people staggered out of the shack.

A young couple holding a baby, a terrified old woman and man, and a boy who looked to be only in his early teens, clutching a rusty dinner knife.

"Rats... there were rats everywhere... rats, and they ate people alive."

The boy was incoherent and his face was pale, but he became much more sober after being slapped by Victor.

"Red Moon Tavern, you know? Go back down this alley, turn right at the first intersection, and when you see the door with the faded Red Moon sign, go in and you'll be safe."

Victor instructed quickly.

"Be careful on the road, try to avoid dark and narrow places."

The five people, even the babies in their arms, looked at the witch hunter with horror. You know, for an ordinary citizen, seeing a witch hunter is no different from seeing a gallows.

But at this time the city was under attack, and there were rat-shaped beastmen everywhere. After seeing the witch hunters, he actually felt a little more at ease.

The survivors expressed their gratitude profusely, supported each other, and hurriedly left in the direction the heroes came from.

This is just a small episode in a long journey.

The closer we get to the southern market, the more obvious the signs of battle become, the more frequent we encounter small groups of ratmen, and the fewer human survivors we find.

Sometimes they needed to quickly clear out the slave rats that gathered together to gnaw on corpses, and sometimes they had to break through the barricades guarded by clan rats.

Each encounter was short and intense, relying on the five people's increasingly skilled cooperation and strong personal abilities to overcome danger.

Victor's swordsmanship is precise and deadly, specifically targeting the vital points of the ratmen. The charged attack of the rapier in his hand can always pierce a ratman directly.

Marcus is a solid line of defense. His shield and sword skills are vigorous and full of the bravery of an imperial soldier and the balance between sword and shield.

Siena's fire magic is of average power, perhaps just mediocre in the Imperial Fire Magic Academy, but the ratman's hairy body further enhances the power of her fire. As long as it is touched by a little fire, the ratman's whole body will be ignited until it is burned to ashes.

Although Bardin complained constantly, his axe and shield worked together perfectly. The dwarf's strength and experience made him a rock in close combat, and the shield that could cover his entire body also gave him the strongest resistance.

Kerillian is like a ghost on the battlefield. Her arrows always appear where they are most needed, accurately eliminating the elite among the ratmen.

She also began to notice some unusual details.

In some places where there were many rat-man corpses, the rat-men did not attack in a disorderly manner.

They have plans, arrangements and organization.

If we can find out the details of the ratmen's attacks, their directions and their entire plan, it may be of great help to humans.

But since no one else asked, Kerillian wouldn't say anything either. She would wait until humans asked.

After nearly half an hour of arduous journey, they finally arrived at the last main road leading to the Southern Market: Southern Market Avenue.

However, the avenue had been completely blocked, and the southern market was completely isolated from the rest of Ubbrick City behind a crude fortification made of broken carriages, furniture and sandbags.

What was going on inside the market could only be heard by sound, arrows were fired, muskets roared.

But Uberek was, after all, a city that had just returned to the direct control of the Empire. The garrison in the city consisted of only more than 400 people, and they were all second-line troops, not as good as the standard provincial army.

"make life difficult for!"

Marcus roared, deflecting a stray arrow with his shield.

"Who taught them to block the door when they're under attack? I know you shouldn't block the door when you're under siege, otherwise the reinforcements won't be able to get in, and they won't be able to escape!"

"Take the small road!"

Badin pointed to a small road entrance that had been blown open beside the avenue.

"The foundation built by the dwarves is stronger than a house built by humans, even after being bombed! You can go around the alley to the market, it's very spacious!"

Although this is a spacious place for dwarves, there is no better choice.

Everyone had no choice but to walk into the small path and head towards the market from another direction.

The path was not deserted; a few slave rats and a smaller, swifter species of "night rat" roamed around.

This thing would lurk in the dark and pounce when the five people were not paying attention, but it would be easily dealt with as soon as it pounced.

However, the further they went, the quieter the sounds of fighting in the market became. By the time the five people entered the market through the small path, the fighting here had already ended.

In the market, they saw the scene after the battle, with only ratmen left wreaking havoc in the market.

Five Plague Monks, along with a team of Clanrats and Nightrunners, guarded the entrance.

The Plague Monk waved an incense burner that emitted green smoke, and the gas emitted made Siena's fire magic somewhat unstable.

"Deal with those heretics first!"

Victor roared, rushing forward despite the disgusting smell.

"For the Horned Rat!"

This scene stunned Victor. He was shouting Sigma from beginning to end and then rushed towards the ratman.

Why is it that the ratman is shouting about the Horned Rat and rushing towards him now?

It was this vigilance that made Victor focus on defense.

Facts proved that this was true. The fanatical ratman named Plague Monk held two weapons in his hands and attacked Victor fiercely without fear of death.

Parry, block, deflect, counter, and strike.

Victor, holding a rapier, easily blocked all the attacks of the Plague Monk.

As a witch hunter who has received long-term training, he can use his rapier to block all light attacks from the front without consuming any physical strength, which is just right for countering the Plague Monk's attack method.

But the Plague Monk was just fanatical, not stupid. When he realized that all his light attacks could be blocked, he gathered strength with both hands and launched a fierce attack.

"For the Horned Rat, yes, yes!"

"For Sigmar, die heretic!"

The Witch Hunter and the Plague Monk charged their powers at the same time, but fortunately the Witch Hunter was one step faster.

The charged rapier thrust hard, piercing into the Plague Monk's brain and crushing his brain tissue completely. Only in this way could he be completely stopped.

"Please help me, stinky elf, I mean, respectable elf."

Badin's shield clanged as it was hit. Dwarves were slow to begin with, and under the Plague Monk's fierce attack, he had no chance to fight back.

As soon as he finished speaking, an arrow flew towards Badin, passed over his head, and went straight into the Plague Monk's head.

Even so, the Plague Monk continued to swing his weapon a few more times before finally dying.

"I wanted to shoot you, but you were too short, so I missed."

Kerillian grumbled as she drew her bow, aiming at another Plague Monk.

"If you jump up, I can shoot you."

Marcus was left alone and was targeted by a plague monk. Marcus took out his musket and shot the monk.

"Ha, I learned the Kislevite tactics when I served in Ostland. Before engaging in close combat, fire a single shot with your musket."

"It's right here! Go in!"

Victor stabbed the last plague monk with a sword and kicked open the door of the market's grain warehouse.

The witch hunter always remembered his mission, which was to collect food and return to the Red Moon Tavern.

The South Market had become a bloody battlefield. The once bustling square was littered with corpses, and the blood of humans and ratmen had stained the stone pavement dark red.

Fires raged in many stalls and buildings, and the air was filled with the smell of burning food, blood, and the stench of dimensional stone.

If you continue to kill the ratmen, there will be no end, so you must complete the task first.

The South Market Granary was the center of the entire battle. The small group of imperial soldiers and militia corpses on the ground showed that they had held on until the last moment.

He fought desperately against the ratmen who were coming like a tide. Although he sacrificed himself, he succeeded in delaying the ratmen's time.

Not all the food here was taken away by the ratmen, and a large amount of it remained in its original location.

Victor's eyes flashed, and he no longer hesitated.

"Siena, watch your fire, everyone else, start moving the food."

Siena took a deep breath, raised her hands high, and a huge magical wind gathered around her.

At least I don’t have to carry all those piles of food.

Kerillian stood like a rock on the relatively safe commanding heights, her bowstrings rang continuously, and sharp arrows shot out as if Kuros himself had come to reap the harvest.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Victor, Marcus and Bardin continued to move food and transported all the complete food outside the granary, but there were more and more ratmen around.

I'm afraid that it won't be long before the five of them will be completely overwhelmed by the rat tide.

"For Sigma!"

At this moment, Olesya's carriage appeared at the edge of the market like a ghost, and with her came several carriages driven by volunteers.

Naturally, Windlow was also in the carriage, and he immediately started working after the carriage stopped.

He used his expertise as a businessman to quickly inventory available supplies and coordinate loading.

Bags of life-saving food were loaded onto the truck, and the task was planned to be completed in just one minute.

The battle in the Southern Market came to an end temporarily, but the long dark night in Uberrick City was far from over. In the Red Moon Tavern, after several people had settled down,