Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Thick phlegm passed through the invisible body and fell to the ground, immediately corroding a large gap.

Corax continued to step forward, wrapped around Waaagh's dead head, and twisted it hard to kill the Waaagh body, which had the appearance of darkness but no reality.

"Are you okay?" After dealing with Doulazy's death, Dark Crow landed on Trazin's shoulder and asked about the situation.

Trazin's vocal system was damaged, and she could only spit out sparks and squeaks.

After a few seconds, a burst of green light spread from his core and enveloped his whole body, and the damage to his body was slowly repaired.

Pulling out the flying knives one by one, Trazin said to Corax, "Fortunately, I don't die so easily. Although this metal body has troubled us for a long time, it shows its influence on flesh and blood in times of danger. The superiority of the body."

"Well...since you're fine, I'll leave first."

Seeing Corax fluttering his wings and about to leave, Trazin immediately rushed towards him and tried to keep him, "Don't leave! Don't leave! What will I do if you leave? Can you show me a clear path before leaving?" In return, I can give you this.”

Corax looked at the runes glowing green in the feathers and asked speculatively, "Is this the ticket for your museum?"

"Yes, as long as you keep me safe..."

"Then if you're dead, why don't you let us enter the museum? My father is very clear about the location and various restrictions of your museum. It's all because you put too many sacred artifacts of the national religion in the museum."

Corax's words left Trazyn speechless, and that was the truth.

In desperation, Trazin had no choice but to adopt his new identity, hoping that Corax would help him out because he was an ambassador of friendship between the Necrontyr and the Imperium of Man.

Corax tilted his head, blinked slightly, and tentatively agreed to protect Trazin for a while.

"I will send you to Guilliman's camp, and my brother will definitely place you properly."

"No, no, no, not Guilliman."

Trazin was still frightened by the chaos just now. He did not want to be involved in a chaotic situation where agents infiltrated and fought with each other.

"What about Vulkan? Although he is a little weird now, he is indeed a good person."

"Vulkan? Well...just don't be Guilliman."

Corax nodded, and his body suddenly expanded more than a hundred times, and he could easily lift Trazin and fly.

Before leaving, Trazin pointed to the mobile fortress on the ground and asked, "Aren't you going to help these soldiers?"

"They can take care of themselves. The Crow Boy's combat ability is not strong, but his stealth is a bit special."

"Just covering your eyes? Because you can't see anything, so you think others can't see it either? This is really in line with the way of thinking of the orcs."

"Probably so." Corax responded calmly. In such a short time, he had flown far away. He pointed to a terrifying battlefield completely covered in flames and said to Trazin, "I think Vulkan Right here, I’ll take you down.”

"Wait Corax...I don't feel uneasy down there..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Trazin felt that a feather under his body began to loosen, and before he could say anything, the man and his feathers flew out suddenly.

"All!!!!"

Trazin clung to the feathers tightly. Naturally, there would be no problem if he fell from such a high altitude, but there was an endless flame purgatory below. The temperature was so high that Trazin's cooling system was turned up a lot.

In the end, the man and his feathers smashed to the ground together. Corax's control over his own subspace essence was indeed exquisite.

The feathers expanded suddenly as soon as they hit the ground, reducing the huge impact. When Trazin hit the ground, he only felt the soles of his feet trembling slightly.

Dry and hot.

This was Trazin's first reaction when he appeared here, and then several strong warriors wearing green armor slowly walked out from the rising fire.

These were orcs, all wielding flamethrowers, and they roared loudly when they saw Trazin.

"There's actually a metal lump here that hasn't melted! Burn it into molten iron! Bring it back to Wa'ergan!"

Trazin was horrified, turned around and ran away. They met Salamander warriors later. They called Trazin to hide behind them and pointed the flamethrower in their hands at the orcs in front of them.

Two streams of flames came from behind, and Trazin cursed in her heart.

How the hell do you charge through it? By the time someone ran up to Salamander, I was afraid that I would only have a few drops of molten iron left to remember.

But at this point, there was no other way but to fight to the death. Trazin gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and rushed directly towards the wall of fire.

At this moment, Lin Fan finally began to roll the dice for Trazin's survival.

Lin Fan simply could not find any matching rules to use for the orc agents and sleepy men that Trazin met.

This was not the case with the Salamander's flamethrower. Whether Trazin could keep the whole body in the wall of fire depended on Lin Fan's luck.

M5 T5 SV2+ W6 LD6+ OC1

Movement speed 5, physical resistance 5, model armor protection 2, health 6, leadership 6+, target control efficiency 1.

这就是塔拉辛的棋子数据，而帝皇禁军的数据则是6、6、2+、3、6+、2.

In other words, Trazin's own chess pieces were as thick as two Forbidden Soldiers stacked together, so even if Lin Fan was unlucky, Trazin could successfully reach the Salamander Formation in a seriously injured state.

The dice hit the ground and the value was displayed.

Lin Fan quickly settled, and Trazin survived the fire from the flamethrower.

Trazin felt exhausted after running behind the Salamander, and he knelt down with a plop. Two Salamanders immediately stepped forward, grabbed his shoulders, and carried him to a safer place behind.

"It's amazing!" A Salamander exclaimed, "If the material used to make your body can be used to cast power armor, the defensive performance must be very good."

Trazin had no interest in the salamander's humorous comfort. He only felt that his shell was extremely hot. If he stayed in the flames longer, he would stumble forward in a molten state.

"At least I'm safe..." Trazin shook his head, feeling that all the dangers he had experienced in the past tens of thousands of years were not half as bad as now.

As time passed and he calmed down, Trazin felt that everything just now was really interesting, and he found the feeling of being alive again.

"Oh? You quite like it? Since you like it, come here more times."

The voice of the Silent King suddenly sounded, and Trazin's newly raised hope was extinguished. He screamed and disappeared from the Salamander's arms in a burst of light.