The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 391
As the youngest and aggressive elven prince of the Kingdom of Itain, Tyrion, wearing the armor of Aenarion, only felt that the world was against him.

Just two months ago, he received a letter from his younger brother Teclis, who was working as a mage apprentice in Saffrey White Tower. The general content was that he was going to the distant Naggaroth to help treat the Shadow King's injury.

Although worried about whether his frail younger brother could adapt to life in Anaheim, he ultimately chose to trust the long-established Shadow King to take good care of his younger brother.

After all, no matter how indifferent and ruthless the elves of Nagareth are, they shouldn't be willing to die for his helpless apprentice brother, right?
Then he got a piece of news that almost broke his heart from those Teclis classmates who fled back to Ulthuan on giant eagles:

"You actually dare to give my younger brother as a gift to those Du Luqis. What qualifications do you have to be called a hero who defends against enemies outside the country?!"

Outside the city walls of Tar Anlek, Tyrion stared hysterically at the shadow warriors on the city wall with reddened eyes. Many Itain elves were a little moved by the pain of their blood relatives.

Although they are very disgusted that they may meet with their own clan in the future, this behavior of betraying their allies to the dark elves is really too much!
Tyrion also did not wish to fight his own kind, but in the face of

"My patience is running out...All troops ready!"

Just when Tyrion was about to lead his Lothern Seaguard and Silver Helmed Knights Tar Anlek to launch an attack, the shadow king who had been silent for a long time finally responded:

"As Teclis' elder brother, you have the right to know the truth of the matter, but I don't know if you dare to enter this cursed city yourself to listen to me tell all about it?"

"Hmph~ I guess you don't have the guts either!"

Facing the inquiry from Shadow King Aris, Tyrion obviously didn't pay attention to his old senior, but he still said to the surrounding adjutants afterwards:

"It is rumored that all the elves in Nagareth have been polluted by magic and become mentally ill. We can't predict whether they are cheating, so you must be ready to fight at any time, understand?"

"Since that's the case, let's launch an attack directly. After all, it is indeed the Shadow King's fault. Presumably, the Phoenix Royal Court will not pursue your responsibility too much."

Hearing that Tyrion actually planned to enter Tar Anlek alone to meet the Shadow King, the adjutant's face could not help showing a hint of worry.

After all, the weird personality of the Nagaris elves is almost well-known. No one knows if the shadow king who once skinned hundreds of Drucci captives alive is a psychopath?
Faced with the adjutant's worries, Tyrion immediately pulled out the Yanyang Sword that was constantly emitting scorching flames from his waist, and then shouted to the surrounding Itain warriors with firm eyes:

"All the brave Asurs, thank you for coming to this strange land to help me get justice, so my life is entrusted to you!"

"Don't worry, Prince Tyrion, as long as we notice any abnormalities in the city, we will immediately lead all soldiers to attack!"

"Time to give those elves of Nagaryth some little Itain shock!"

……

Under the fanatical gaze of many elf warriors, Tyrion stepped down with firm steps just like his ancient ancestor who founded this city.Follow the door to Tar Anlek.

———Meanwhile, Anaheim
"Hurry up, you bloody slaves, or I don't mind tearing you apart with my whip!"

"His Majesty the Witch King is about to lead his army to his loyal Anaheim. You must assemble all the weapons needed by the army before then, or you will be punished!"

"We need more crossbow arrows, can't you ask Lord Rohan to send us more weapons and equipment?"

……

The port of Anaheim is crowded with people at the moment, and hundreds of thousands of slaves of different races are like hardworking ants, constantly moving various strategic materials to the docked black ark under the whip of the slave master.

Dozens of huge black arks have also begun their final sailing inspections, ready to welcome His Majesty the Witch King at any time.

Even the city is filled with 10,000+ allied forces of fear lords from all over Naggaroth, looking at the dazzling array of shops on the street with distressed and jealous eyes.

Tens of thousands of rune weapons and armor from the foundry world are being placed in various shops in Anaheim. There are so many types and functions that many dark elves can't help but feel greedy.

Of course, at this moment, hundreds of heads were cut off by the Silver Mist guards for disturbing the order of the city, and they were warning them of the fate of petty theft.

"Ah~ It's another sunny and warm day. I wonder how much money you can earn by starting the Chamber of Commerce this time?"

And on the towering white tower, Lohan was leisurely holding juice and looking at the dark elf army that was about to sail, watching with satisfaction as they contributed their wealth to the local economy.

Beside Rohan, a human dwarf wearing a heightened exoskeleton on his legs looked at the scenery on the sea in the distance, and couldn't help complaining after hearing what Rohan said:

"Hey, is this behavior of yours making the country rich?"

"You can't say that, little devil, I provided them with relatively low-priced rune equipment and magic potions, and they brought me wealth. It's all just what they need."

Hearing that his acting city lord dared to ridicule his leader like this, Luo Han immediately dissatisfied and defended his behavior of holding a chamber of commerce, then looked at the other party's somewhat vain body and retorted:

"On the contrary, you, did you find several girls to torment until midnight last night? How do you complete the task I entrusted to you like this?"

As an ordinary human dwarf, Tyrion Lannister from Westeros only spent a few years learning most of the knowledge about the Warhammer world.

Although at the beginning, Rohan did have some concerns about choosing an ordinary human being to act as the acting city lord of Gran City, fearing that the other party would become depraved because of his obsession with sensuality.

But as the territory became more and more prosperous, even those elf citizens who looked down on humans had to admit that this dwarf did have two brushes, and they no longer called each other monkeys in public.

At least in terms of internal affairs, the little devil has almost reached the limit of what mortals can achieve!
"Don't worry, I have arranged for technicians to investigate whether the road from Granville to Anaheim can be built with a railway. I believe the results will be available in a short time."

Facing Luo Han's question, the little devil didn't show any worried expression on his face. Instead, he poured himself a glass of precious wine leisurely and complained:

"It's really unbelievable. You elves obviously possess powerful magic and advanced technology, but you still adopt backward slavery in the end. This is really unimaginable."

"Don't worry, there will be more unexpected things in this cruel world in the future."

Rohan did not intend to explain this, after all, as a class beneficiary, he is not qualified to evaluate whether slavery is good or bad for the cruel society of the dark elves.

After all, compared to Ulthuan, the ecological environment of Naggaroth is indeed not so 'harmonious'.

Without these slaves serving as the bottom-level labor force, the dark elves, who already have no military advantage, would have to allocate their precious population for labor work. This is something His Majesty the Witch King cannot allow!
And these slaves from all over the world need to be used to fill the vacancies of the lower-level labor force, so that Drucci can fully devote his energy to the battle.

When these slaves are moving forward with heavy burdens, there must be elves who will be quiet in the years~
"Next you will be very busy, very busy. Since His Majesty the Witch King chose to cooperate with the Norsca warband, we will be responsible for staying in Naggaroth for logistical work."

After finishing speaking, Rohan took the initiative to bring the flagon to fill Tyrion's glass, and then left the tower without looking back, as if there was something urgent to deal with.

And the little devil, who was a little drowsy due to drunkenness, obviously hadn't noticed Luohan's insidiousness, so he lay on the balcony a little drunk and murmured:

"Staying here is also good, at least this place will become safer... Wait, what do you mean I will become very busy, and you will be the shopkeeper again?!"

However, by the time he realized it, Rohan's hastily disappearing figure was no longer visible on the balcony of the tower, leaving only a poor little dwarf jumping around.

———Forge World, Arsenal

Naturally, Luo Han would not hand over all the work to the little devil. The reason why he left Anaheim suddenly was because he had more important things to do.

The Forge World is one of the basic disks that Rohan values ​​second only to the conscription world, and it is also the first planet that Rohan has completely controlled in history.

The wasteland world once under the ravages of the dragon flame has long since disappeared, replaced by flowing lava running through the continent and various steel furnaces.

when~when~when~
Countless steam forging hammers are constantly beating pieces of hot steel, while the rune blacksmiths are adding various alchemy potions and precious materials to the furnace, watching the conveyor belt in front of them intently.

And in the passage above these furnaces, a brown-haired young man whose whole body was wrapped in a rune exoskeleton was sniffing the hot smell unique to heavy industry in the air with satisfaction, and at the same time shouted with a magic horn:
"Today's performance is 1000 qualified muskets and 200 rune weapons. I hope all the blacksmiths can make persistent efforts and strive to surpass today's work as soon as possible!"

"Obey, Master Anson!"

The faces of countless blacksmiths were full of indifference. Although they still responded to Anson with passionate voices, even the grits could feel their souls that were as dull as machines.

This is not because they are so bored with their current jobs. In fact, as blacksmiths, what they like most is to see excellent weapons and equipment born from their hands, and then transported to the front to kill the enemy.

However, what annoyed them was that Anson found a diary from some corner of the planet, which recorded the method of biological exploitation of "laborers" named "capitalists".

And Anson, who was greatly inspired, issued an order that the blacksmiths hated without asking Rohan for instructions:

If the blacksmiths can exceed the indicators they work on that day, then the exceeded indicators will become their lowest indicators for the next day!
Lady of the Mist, what a terrible pest that creature called a 'capitalist' is. Fortunately, they have all died under the dragon flames, otherwise, what a disaster it would have brought to this world!
"Good morning, my big mechanic, I heard that you have a lot of new technologies that you want to share with me?"

Just as Anson was looking at the blacksmith who was driving screws below with satisfaction, Rohan's voice suddenly came from behind him, which immediately made him turn around excitedly and say:

"Lord Luohan, you are finally here, I think you will be absolutely shocked by the miracle I have created!"

"I look forward to what kind of surprise you can bring me. Is it a new artillery that has been researched, or is the experimental tank now ready for actual combat, or is it a new type of gun?"

"Hehehe, I believe you will be proud of my achievements!"

Anson's face was covered with black ashes from the furnace, but he didn't care that his appearance seemed a bit sloppy, but rushed towards the training ground in the distance at a speed far beyond human beings.

The exoskeleton inlaid with runes gave Anson far beyond ordinary strength and agility, and even allowed him to have strength and speed comparable to elves without any training!

It's a pity that this set of exoskeletons cannot be mass-produced due to the outrageous cost, otherwise Rohan would definitely.Equip it to all Pendor Auxiliaries to increase combat power.

Since experimental weapons usually have extremely terrifying and uncontrollable lethality, the location of the experiment is extremely remote. Even Rohan flew in the sky for a long time before arriving at the experimental site.

"Lord Luohan, I have moved the research results of this period of time to the experimental site in advance, and I believe you will be absolutely satisfied with it."

Anson, who was somewhat out of breath, was extremely energetic at the moment. He commanded several heavily armed experimenters to slowly push out a strangely shaped 'small cannon' from the warehouse, and came in front of Luohan.

Looking at the light artillery that was constantly pushing towards him in the distance, Luo Han couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and observed carefully, then touched his chin and muttered:

"This shape... always feels inexplicably familiar. It seems that I saw this thing 100 years ago?"

"Hey hey, Lord Rohan, please allow me to introduce you to one of the greatest inventions ever made by the Great Mechanic—the Anson Revolving Gun!"

(End of this chapter)