Warhammer Greenskin Inventor

Facing this rat messenger who looked like a scholar with small round glasses.

A look of sternness appeared on Weiwei's face.

In the face of it, he can return to the Thirteen Council and become one of the thirteen ratmen with the highest status in the ratman clan.

The reward for this betrayal is a temptation that no ratman can refuse.

The rat messenger was not worried at all that Weiwei would be stupid enough to refuse this proposal.

Just when the rat messenger wanted to speak and urge Weiwei to agree.

"Poof", a tail embedded with a dagger suddenly plunged into the chest of the rat messenger.

And he stirred hard in his heart again, trying to penetrate his entire body.

"You~, betrayal!!": The rat-man messenger's mouth was filled with blood, and he looked fiercely at Weiwei, who had his tail inserted into his heart.

Its eyes began to emit a faint green light.

At this moment, it seemed as if the entire cave was still.

Wei Wei only felt that his body was instantly pressed by a huge boulder.

There is an extremely powerful creature watching it.

As for the rat messenger who was pierced by his tail, horns began to grow rapidly on his head.

It didn't stop until these horns grew to 13.

"Nice kid."

"Come back into my arms, child."

"I will grant you unimaginable power..."

At this moment, the Great Horned Rat in the subspace came to reality with the help of this rat-man corpse.

Its existence has a natural suppression for the rat people.

Weiwei felt the throbbing in his blood, which made Weiwei unable to resist.

But before the big horned rat could wait, he stuffed the big cake drawn in his hand into Weiwei's mouth.

Several goblin lieutenants suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The revolver in his hand fired "bang bang".

The body of the rat messenger was torn into pieces in an instant.

On top of the ground, there was a green mass of gas that looked like an evil spirit.

He glanced at the green-skinned adjutant holding the revolver with disgust.

Several green-skinned lieutenants who were still screaming were instantly blown into a pile of flesh as if they had been attacked by a heavy hammer.

At this moment, Weiwei, who had been nailed to the spot, suddenly rushed forward.

The dagger, which was also engraved with gorgeous runes and made entirely of dwarven gold, pierced into the green mist.

Under the suppression of rune magic, the spiritual consciousness of this great horned rat was forcibly cut off.

And actively integrated into Weiwei's body.

In an instant, Weiwei's body began to expand rapidly, from the original 1.7 meters to [-] meters.

Two ferocious horns also emerged from Weiwei's forehead.

A large amount of complex knowledge was also integrated into Weiwei's body.

And on the soul, there is a soul seal unique to the horned rat.

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Facing the intensifying greenskin invasion, not only the dwarves and humans feel the crisis.

Even the vampires who have been entrenched on the edge of the Sigma Empire have begun to move frequently.

A large number of low-level blood slaves crawled out of the dusty cemetery.

The famous vampire lord Man Bald seems to have found an opportunity.

He began to frequently send scouts to the Sigma Empire for reconnaissance.

Of course, Bald Man definitely did not want to start a war with the empire at this time.

These self-proclaimed noble vampires have two wishes in their lives.

The first one is Nagash, the ancestor of vampires who resurrected them.

As for the second one, that is to let yourself live noble forever.

Therefore, vampires also have completely different views on the green skin invasion.

The vampires of the bald group are eager to gain some benefits from this upcoming war.

The vampire mage, Wosolun, wanted to continue looking for Nagash's artifact and resurrect Nagash.

On the other hand were the water-splitting faction, who began to sneak into the empire secretly.

After all, it was much safer there, and there were a large number of mortal nobles to entertain them.

This miserable race has never been united since its creation.

Even though they have nearly eternal lifespans and powerful magic powers.

But they are always in an awkward stage of fighting each other.

Their internal conflicts and mutual calculations made Lin Mu, a green-skinned person, feel disgusted.

The third greenskin year.

"waaaaaaaagh!"

The sound of artillery fire resounded throughout the Blackfire Pass, and the natural chasm that was originally insurmountable for the greenskins gradually became a joke in the eyes of the greenskins.

Lead bullets hit the dark city wall one after another, causing this fortress built by a large number of human serfs to gradually fall into a precarious situation.

Even if there were artillery on the city wall, no soldier had the guts to fight back against such a dense rain of bullets.

The artillery fire continued for three days.

They did not stop until the entire wall of Blackfire Pass was razed to the ground.

However, the imagined large numbers of greenskins swarming in, killing everyone and turning them into food, did not appear.

Hundreds of strange vehicles, like dwarf helicopters, slowly took off and scattered a large number of leaflets across the Black Fire Pass.

The message on the flyer is also very simple, that is, if you don't resist, live, if you resist, kill.

Faced with these leaflets, the nobles did not care at first.

After all, who would trust a group of greenskins?

But the nobles who have always been at the top have no idea what the serfs at the bottom are thinking.

They were sitting on their thrones, unable to look down at the poor poor people.

When the green-skinned army crossed the Blackfire Pass and entered the southern border of the empire.

At the beginning, some knights and noble lords would forcibly recruit poor people and serfs with pitchforks and hoes to prepare for war with the greenskins.

But when they saw a dozen heavily armored giants covered in plate armor and holding huge maces.

These guys, who had no courage in the first place, were instantly defeated.

Only then did the poor and serfs discover the nobles who had recruited them and rode war horses.

He had already escaped from the battle circle on his own horse.

"What! Those damn poor people actually surrendered to the greenskins!": The Grand Duke, the Prince of the Southern Territory, knocked on the table angrily and roared.

"Yes, my lord, those poor people betrayed the empire. The reason why we were defeated was because of these damn poor people." A noble knight wearing gorgeous armor said.

"But don't worry, Your Majesty Duke, those damn poor people don't even understand what kind of green-skinned creatures they are."

"I won't be long before they're eaten by hungry greenskins."

However, as the master of the Southern Princely Territory, he was a great imperial border general.

The Duke knows more about these greenskins and human nature than anyone else.

The reason why the Southern Prince Territory is able to resist the greenskins is because everyone knows that no one will survive if the greenskins cross the border.

In this desperate situation, even the humblest serf would take up arms to resist.

But if the greenskins no longer treat the poor as food, will the poor really go to war with the ferocious greenskins for the benefit of the noble lord?