The Ominous Lord of the Skaven

Chapter 121 Killing the Iron Fist Tribe
In the end, the gun-carrying mouse still didn't understand why he was stared at by the clan chief.

However, the clan chief did not issue an order to deal with them, so the rats were relieved.

The troops arrived near the Iron Fist Tribe at night. Unlike the first time, which was inexperienced, Ickert came prepared this time.

The dark posts deployed by the Wolf Man around the woods were quickly cleaned up, and Ickert also ordered his scout rats.

"This time, remember to release all the humans inside first, if you can't save them, you will create chaos within the tribe.

It is best to take down this tribe without bloodshed, but if the situation changes, there is no need to hesitate when setting fire. "

Facing Ickert's warning, the scout mice nodded.

"Don't worry, Clan Chief!"

The scouting rats are worthy of being the elite of the territory. The combat effectiveness and execution ability of this group of rats are a level higher than other ratmen.

But even with their assurances, Ickert still felt uneasy.

The premonition is very bad, no matter what the result is, if you have a bad premonition but don't prepare for it, there will probably be an accident.

"Targaryen, take apart the Molotov cocktail."

"Yes, Clan Chief."

After Targaryen returned, he carefully took out a cloth bag from behind.

Open the cloth bag and pull out the tinder, which is full of dimensional stone powder.

These dimensional stone powders are leftovers from grinding the dimensional stone bullets.

The amount of medicine in a single bag is not large, mainly because Ickert is afraid that this thing will explode and accidentally injure friendly troops.

However, the power is still guaranteed.

The reason why Ickert wants to disassemble it now is that it is not safe enough.

Needless to say, the phobia of insufficient firepower must have occurred again.

So another bag of "incendiary bombs" was also disassembled, and all the charges in it were poured into the bag held by Targaryen.

The ratmen around them didn't dare to take a breath.

This scene is like someone pouring mercury in front of you.

The chemical substance thundermercury can be fired by hitting with a hammer.

Dimensional stone powder is not that unstable in principle, but the rat people's vigilance against dimension stone technology is engraved in their bones.

After all, you don't know if the weapon in your hand will explode if you use it.

For example, the Dimensional Lifting Gun, if this thing can fire twenty times stably on the battlefield, it must be blessed by the horned rat!

When Targaryen was holding the bag of incendiary bombs, his heart was extremely broken.

Even afraid of the heat exhaled from the mouth, it will detonate the powder of the dimension stone.

Ikett could see clearly what his subordinates were afraid of.

"Don't panic, we have passed the marching stage where fire accidents are most likely to occur."

Ickert said calmly, he couldn't escape if it rang anyway.

Every time we want to increase production, don't the factories below have to ring a few times?
Just listen to a firecracker.

"And Targaryen, I have taken care of you enough, do you want to bet twice that the incendiary bomb will not explode in your hand?"

Targaryen shook his head like a rattle when he heard that he was about to throw the Warpstone Molotov cocktail twice.

"No, no, no! Absolutely not! Clan chief, you love me too much!"

"Well, why don't you hurry up and carry out the mission?"

"Yes! Clan Chief!"

Targaryen carefully retracted the incendiary bomb in his hand, and then led the scouts towards the Iron Fist Tribe.

The vigilance inside was as lax as ever.

Ickert also wanted to complain, because the aborigines supernatural beings are too high-status, so they will always hand over chores to those weak guys.

It doesn't matter what race it is.

The Scout Rats were able to solve these sentries so easily, thanks to the laziness of the Gnoll warriors.

The plot after sneaking in is almost the same as what happened to the Skinning Tribe.

The rats first opened the hut where the humans were imprisoned. One of them stuffed a cloth strip in his mouth and tied his hands before being taken out of the tribe by a special team.

The place where the human beings were detained had already been figured out by the scouts.

The other ratmen followed the usual practice and started cleaning house by house.

After fully absorbing the experience and lessons of the skinned tribe, the scouts smeared slime on the sword this time.

The fragrance of the jungle quietly overwhelmed the smell of blood.

Before they knew it, a total of thirty jackals died in their dreams forever.

In the Iron Fist Tribe, there is only the muffled sound of sword blades piercing through flesh and blood.

But the hut, guarded by 30 tribesmen, did not interfere with rats.

Only Targaryen was waiting aside with a small team, holding the "Incendiary Bomb" in his hand, sweating profusely.

For dimensional stone weapons, waiting will actually increase the chance of explosion.

Fortunately, Targaryen didn't have to wait long.

A Gnoll tribe warrior moved his nose, only smelling the scent of slime.

This is not surprising, there are many creatures in the jungle that like to prey on slimes, and they can occasionally smell this fragrance.

But this time, the scent was a bit too strong.

In the past, the fighters active in the jungle would definitely be on high alert.

But Bemke had exhausted their energy and physical strength long ago.

The installation of the super-heavy armor can never be completed in a day.

Bemke's armor had just been installed, and the soldiers were at their weakest.

Even if the tribal fighters worked in two shifts, they couldn't resist.

For this reason, Ironhide ordered the soldiers to take a good rest.

The exhausted fighters should be immersed in dreamland tonight.

But it was also at this time that Ickert arrived by coincidence.

His arrival time was not intentional, it just happened that both sides were preparing for war.

Eckert obviously needs to finish faster.

In this way, the scouts slaughtered wildly within the tribe, and within a short while they were able to cut down the population of the Iron Fist tribe to less than a hundred!
But once more people die, the clues will appear.

Because the snoring in the tribe is broken.

Tiehide was so frightened that he hurriedly stood up, the tragic situation of the Skinning Tribe made him think more.

There are many warriors in the tribe, and they will definitely snore when they sleep.

The weakening of the snoring can't be heard when the number of deaths is small, but once the number of deaths is large, it becomes obvious.

"Get up! Get up!"

Ironhide shouted as low as possible, waking up the tribe warriors one by one from their sleep.

The soldiers got up together and found something was wrong.

I have to suffer from the sound of snoring every night, but now there is no sound around me?
No one would believe that it was a totem god's manifestation!
"Quick! Armor for me!"

Tie Pi hurriedly said, and several soldiers hurriedly began to put on the plate armor for him.

But not to mention the lining needed to wear plate armor, there are countless armor ropes and locks for fixing.

It is absolutely impossible to put on the body in one suit.

During the time when he was wearing the armor, Iron Skin could only be in a hurry.

Unable to bear the casualties of the tribal people, he shouted to a soldier at the door:
"Bub! Take someone and wake everyone up!"

"Yes! Chief!"

Babu and several young warriors opened the door, just about to shout.

But only under the moon, a vague figure was holding a cloth bag and making a gesture of throwing towards the hut.

"not good!"

(End of this chapter)