Warhammer Seal

Chapter 3 Ratman's Dungeon
"Listen well, what I'm going to say next may be a little unreasonable."

In the tavern, a drunken imperial swordsman plausibly spoke to the people around him. In fact, this is not a tavern, but just like Bretonnia, where some hay is piled in a hut, and a pot or two is sold. Wine, barely performed the functions of the tavern.

Wende also likes to come to this place to have a few drinks after a day's work. He does heavy physical work every day, and he really can't hold on without drinking.

"Under the sewers in Altdorf, there is a ratman's lair!"

As soon as he finished speaking, people around him laughed.

Ratman is a kind of wild legend. It is said that it is about the height of a dwarf, and its head is exactly the same as that of a mouse.

"You really drank too much, kid. Rat people were extinct 1000 years ago. Emperor Manfred the Rat Exterminator personally killed all the rat-shaped beastmen."

"Haha, hurry up and go home to sleep, kid, you're starting to hallucinate, things like Ratmen have long since ceased to exist."

The imperial swordsman immediately became impatient, and hurriedly pushed away the wine glass beside him.

"I'm not lying, I saw a few ratmen running out of the sewer with my own eyes, exactly like the ones in the wild history legend!"

No matter how he explained, no one else would listen to what he said, continue to drink the wine in their hands, or shift their eyes to those beautiful and cheap chicks.

Wende drank all the beer in the glass, and sat next to the imperial swordsman.

"My name is Wende, and I believe what you say."

The area below the city of Altdorf has long been expanded into a dungeon by the Ratmen, and even Wend knows that this is the food production base of the corrupt clan.

In the sewers of human cities, there will always be discarded food, which can feed many rat people who cannot engage in agriculture and animal husbandry.

It is roughly estimated that there are hundreds of slave rats in the sewer, and there is also a grain production place.

Deeper?Who knows?Anyway, they can't go down, even the Ratman themselves don't know, and they don't have any plan to dig holes.

Some scholars say that there are hundreds of thousands of ratmen living underground in Altdorf, while others say that there are only a few hundred, but these are things that only scholars and the head of the knight order know.

They all know that the terrifying species of ratmen has not been extinct, but has been lurking under human cities, collecting all kinds of edible food, or garbage.

"My name is Jack! Friends, finally someone believes what I say."

The imperial swordsman named Jack was about to cry. He had been ridiculed for a long time, and now someone finally believed him.

"Let's report to the witch hunters and imperial priests! They will definitely solve the ratman dungeon!"

"Don't stop, calm down, be quiet."

Wende shook his head, and asked the bartender for another glass of wine to put in front of Jack. The imperial bureaucracy is corrupt and authoritarian. If you go to report about the Ratman, you will definitely be kicked out by the witch hunter, and maybe you will lose the imperial swordsman Such a job.

After drinking a glass of wine, Jack calmed down a lot. It was indeed like what Wende said, a witch hunter would not believe every word he said.

I am just an ordinary swordsman, who would believe what I said?

"I believe."

A guest sitting next to him suddenly stood up, took off the cloak on his head, had long hair draped over his shoulders, slender eyes, and a smile at the corner of his mouth.

There is a quiver on his back, a dagger on his waist, and an archer's equipment, but he has not enlisted in the army and has no military uniform.

In this land, people will not discriminate against others because of their gender. Anyone who can take up arms and fight bloody battles is an imperial warrior.

The reason she chooses to believe in Jack is very simple. Humans and Ratmen have a common characteristic, that is greed.

The Ratman will mine a magic crystal called Dimension Stone underground. Anyone who learns magic wants to get this green Dimension Stone.

"One Kangaroo Dimensional Stone can be exchanged for a full gold coin from the nuns of the Sigma Church. I don't want to miss this opportunity to make a fortune."

"Correct!"

Jack, an imperial swordsman, also has his own plan. If he can go to the Ratman Dungeon to find the Dimension Stone, he will not only make a fortune, but also prove to everyone that he is right!

"My name is Alice."

A right hand full of calluses and thick fingers stretched out, and the right hand that responded was also full of calluses, and there were a few more scars at the same time.

"My name is Jack."

Of course, Wende chose to join such a team of adventurers, and they were about to launch an investigation operation against the Ratmen under the city of Altdorf.

Courage and enthusiasm are not enough, even if there are only a few hundred slave rats, the three of them cannot easily deal with them.

"I need some preparations, we will meet at the entrance of the sewer!"

Wende has indeed saved a lot of money in these few days. He originally planned to find a quiet place to live, but now he has to use up all the money.

Investment, yes, is such a term.

In order to obtain income, investment must be made, and all the money was used to buy food, whether it was bread or soup, these were all things Wende needed.

Do you need food for dungeon exploration?Of course it is necessary, but for three people, three servings of food are enough. Could it be that the food in Wende's backpack is for feeding mice?
Hey, you guessed it right, these foods are used to feed mice.

The team had already assembled, and Wende also put on a simple set of chain mail.

It was captured from the orc boy he killed not long ago. This kind of armor is rough and brutal, but it is absolutely thick. After a simple modification, he put it on himself.

With a heavy crossbow behind his back, he held a spear while holding a shield in his hand.

What is your empire?Luxurious palace, corrupt politics, or quarrelsome nobles?
Did you know that the real empire is only a group of mortals who take up the sword and sword for their homeland, and their heartfelt rage against this dark world.

Jack lit the torch in his hand and walked into the sewer. A mouse with scarlet eyes ran past him, causing the water to tick.

In this dark sewer, the only way to judge the direction is to listen to the wind.

The torch swayed slightly, it was the wind blowing from the left.

"This way."

Jack raised his shield and walked forward.

"I found it."

A large hole appeared on the wall of the sewer, as if it had been dug out with bare hands. Inside was a muddy tunnel that extended all the way deep underground.

"The ratmen's underground lair."

The three of them read such a sentence together, their throats slowly choked up, and everyone hesitated.

There was good morale before coming in, but now everyone is hesitating.

"Never mind! Fight! How long do you have to be a soldier to earn a gold coin?"

Alice's words aroused Jack's bloodliness. He worked hard in the army for ten years to earn a gold coin, and his life was in danger at any time.

The opportunity to make a fortune is now at hand, and the price is nothing but death.

This tunnel is only tens of meters long, and after passing through it, there is a huge underground cave in front of you.

In the distance, dozens of slave rats are running to generate electricity on the weird machine.

The rats of the thirteen clans are aloofly enjoying the food they snatched from humans, leaving only some leftovers for the slave rats in front of them.

It's okay, it's just a small settlement of ratmen in the sewer, and the ratman city deeper in Altdorf cannot be entered by conventional methods.

The rest of the slave rats were either looking for things in the garbage, or fighting with their fellow slave rats.

The Skavens had never been monolithic, whether it was between the thirteen clans or between two slave rats, there were conflicts that were difficult to reconcile.

The way to intensify this contradiction is very simple. The best thing is food.

Alice, who was born as an archer, saw the Dimensional Stones on the Ratman generators at a glance. The Dimensional Stones on ten generators can fill three full pockets!

But how to kill all the Ratmen and take the Primordial Stone?

Even if the imperial giant swordsman came, he was not sure that he would be able to retreat under the siege of hundreds of slave rats.

Wende had already stamped out the torch, and at the same time pulled the two teammates behind a rock, where the leeward would prevent the Ratmen from noticing the existence of the three of them.

Then, he put the backpack full of food in his hand, and threw it at the position of the slave mouse.

(End of this chapter)