Your war hammer is too fake

Note 1: In addition to the Ratling and the Rat-Gun, the Rat also has a Warpstone Rifle and a Pistol, which are more powerful than regular muskets, but are unstable and can easily explode the user.

Chapter 41: Rat! (Part 2)

The wind of magic was stirring, and An Jiyue sensed it clearly.

Behind the Skaven army, a leader who was extremely sturdy by rat standards raised a magic flag with all his strength, shaking it left and right. Even though he was three miles away, An Jiyue could see that a strong magical aura suddenly burst out from the flag, stirring the magical wind to form a mighty vortex.

Air currents began to gather above the battlefield, and in the blink of an eye, sand and rocks were flying everywhere. Almost as soon as the abnormality occurred, the captain in charge of the three teams of Eagle Guards decisively ordered to climb. However, even so, the air knights still tried their best to barely control the mechanical bird mounts under them, and barely left the battlefield before the wild storm developed to a point where they could not contend with it.

"Storm-Banner... is it in the hands of the Grinning Clan?" An Jiyue immediately recognized the origin of the magic banner. This magic banner, which is exclusive to the Skaven, is just like its name, it can summon a howling gale, and more importantly, this special ability cannot be countered or broken!

No flying unit could continue to fly in front of this storm, not even the Thunderbirds that were born to control the power of storms and thunder. Considering this point, An Jiyue vaguely understood why the Storm Banner appeared here. Obviously, the Grinning Clan had made sufficient preparations for the backstab of Ke Shuzhan, and even considered how to deal with those dangerous and powerful Thunderbirds...but this last trump card was not used on the original target.

The Eagle Guard temporarily withdrew, and the rats could finally continue their attack. The dust and sand stirred up by the storm made it difficult for the rats to open their eyes, but the Zhendan people were more affected: the general cannon could not be aimed, and the gunners would be immediately covered in dust and gravel as soon as they stuck their heads out from behind the parapet; the situation of the musketeers hiding behind the fortifications was even worse, and many of them had their Fanyang felt hats blown away, and sand would get into their mouths as soon as they opened their mouths.

After a moment of stalemate, the piercing sound of suona pierced through the roar of the storm. The musketeers reluctantly raised their flintlock rifles, spitting sand as they withdrew from the front line.

The rats braved the howling wind and took advantage of the opponent's flying units temporarily leaving the field and long-range firepower being unavailable to shorten the distance between them and the enemy. No one knew how long the effect of the Storm Banner would last. Although in theory the storm summoned by this magic flag could blow for a whole day, like all works by the Skaven, the special effects of the Storm Banner were not so stable. The storm might dissipate in the next moment.

The storm suddenly subsided. The spearmen and swordmen shook their heads vigorously to shake off the sand from their helmets. As soon as they raised their heads, they met the eyes of the black-haired rats opposite them, who were also covered in dust.

"【Aurora Curse】!"

The first to take action were the musketeers. After withdrawing from the first line of defense, they immediately turned around and climbed up the city wall, huddled together with the artillerymen. As soon as the storm died down, the musketeers stood up from behind the parapet at the command of their officers, with the black muzzles of their guns pointed diagonally downwards. The next second, three hundred flintlock rifles pulled the trigger in unison.

At least one-third of the flintlocks failed to emit smoke and flames. The pervasive dust seriously affected the normal operation of these firearms. Fortunately, the two-thirds that fired successfully still caused people and horses to fall to the ground under the city wall. The musketeers who failed to fire cursed and began to check the guns in their hands, while others hurried to reload ammunition.

An Jiyue's mind moved, and an invisible spell swept across the three infantry formations with their backs against the city wall. Whether it was the four-sided pyramid spears of the spearmen or the waist swords and javelins of the swordmen, the steel parts of all the sharp weapons began to emit a steady faint light. When the storm rats ignored their companions who had been shot and fell, shouting and rushing forward with their long spears flat, the swordmen threw their javelins.

The spears, which also shone faintly at the tips, penetrated the armor plates of the storm rats as if they were piercing through their skin and flesh, and continued to penetrate their bodies from behind, nailing these black-haired rats, which were taller and stronger than their peers, to the ground. The heavy armor of the storm rats did not provide any protection, but the rats had no time to worry about such trivial matters. They accelerated their charge and ran straight into the shield wall in front of them.

The long shields used by the Zhendan spearmen had brackets on the back, which could be pulled out to support the ground when needed, so that the shields could stand on the ground, and this was what the spearmen did at this moment. The sound of the suona, which had amazing penetrating power, sounded again, the flags in the formation fluttered, and hundreds of five-meter-long spears were laid flat in unison, blocking the way of the rats like a fallen forest.

The half-pound spears thrust out simultaneously, piercing through the heavy armor of the rats with the help of the [Gold Controlling Technique], then quickly retracted, and then repeated the thrusting action. Rows of storm rats fell without making any sound, but more storm rats continued to surge in with piercing cries, attacking the defense line of the Zhendan people at all costs. The absolute disadvantage in weapon length forced the rats to grit their teeth and endure the increasing casualties, and their advantages gradually emerged in the battle.

In any case, the Rat Race had much more soldiers than the Cathays. No matter how simple the attack was, doing it too often would make the hands holding the spear gradually sore and weak, and the action of thrusting the spear was slowly deformed. Although the Rat Race was not known for brute force, the innate agility of this race played a role. They seized the opportunity of the Cathays' mistakes and worked in groups of two. One Storm Rat used the axe blade on the halberd to block the stabbing spear head and took the opportunity to push and deflect the spear. The other Storm Rat took advantage of the opportunity when the spearmen's middle gate was wide open and rushed forward with the halberd.

The Zhendan people began to suffer casualties. The wrought iron armor widely equipped by spearmen and swordmen could only provide a certain degree of protection for the torso, and there was no armor to cover other parts except the head. Some storm rats were stabbed and knocked down when they rushed forward, but some of them still managed to rush in front of the spearmen and raised the heavy halberds in their hands.

Some attacks would be blocked by the shield. When the halberd blade got stuck on the shield and could not be pulled out, the spear head that stabbed out from the gap between the shields would decisively end the lives of the rats. Some more successful attacks would hit humans hard. The halberd blade made of fine steel would split the wrought iron armor plates and bite into the flesh.

The attack of the rats was like a scarred but still solid hammer, hitting the defense line of the Chinese. At first, the rats who managed to rush to the front would be quickly killed, and the well-trained Chinese soldiers would fill the gaps in the shield wall caused by the rats in the shortest time; but as time went by, the increasing casualties and the gradual consumption of physical strength were testing the will of the Chinese men. The shield wall, which was originally as strict as a straight line, was oppressed and deformed under the continuous attack of the rats.

After paying a huge price, the Grinning Clan finally saw hope of victory...

"It's almost time," An Jiyue muttered to herself in a voice that only she could hear, "It's time to close the net."

The sudden shouts of killing from the flank instantly shattered the false hopes of the rats. Some of the rats turned their heads in astonishment, only to see 72 strange creatures that were a bit too big and looked like monkeys sweeping in from the edge of the battlefield, followed by about monkeys that were much smaller and slightly shorter than humans.

Polished round stones flew all over the sky, clattering into the ranks of storm rats. Most of the stones had no effect other than making a noise, but those thrown by the great apes could knock down two or three black-haired rats at a time.

These big and small monkeys ran very fast. The storm rats huddled together in front of the Zhendan defense line had no time to react, and the monkeys slammed into the rats' right wing.

Skaven were very good at flanking others, but extremely bad at being flanked. They were the race in the world that feared being flanked and attacked from behind the most. Even though the ordinary hozen soldiers, with their brow-high clubs, could not cause any casualties to the heavily armored storm rats, except for the giant apes, the Grinning Clan was still smashed like a piece of tofu.

...When tens of thousands of dusty dwarf warriors finally arrived at Granni Stone Hall, the battlefield had already been cleaned up. The Chinese did not take any prisoners, and eight thousand rat heads were piled up into a small mountain on the battlefield.

"A little gift," An Jiyue threw the head of Cruchio Doomclaw to Thorgrin, "This is free."

"Ancestors, the Mountain Kingdom will always remember the kindness of the Son of the Dragon God to the Son of the Stone." The High King took the head solemnly. "This is the oath I, Thorgrim the Grudgebearer, swear in the name of the High King!"

Chapter 42 Khan! (Part 1)

The Empire, Altdorf, deep underground.

The empty room was filled with glass tanks made of smooth glass plates two fingers thick, large enough for a tall adult man to lie in. There were four rows, each with ten such tanks, neatly arranged like a chessboard. Some of the tanks were empty, with nothing but air inside, but most of them were filled with a light yellow, slightly viscous liquid, in which a motionless male body could be vaguely seen.

Most of the time, there would be no sound in this room, and no one would come in. But today was obviously different. The silent atmosphere was broken, and the liquid surface of a glass tank suddenly rippled, and overflowed to the ground with a "splash". A head with a layer of short black hair and eyes closed emerged from the liquid, followed by the neck, shoulders, and chest. After a short rest, William opened his eyes, supported the outer edge with both hands, and slowly stood up from the glass tank.

The servant who had been waiting on the side immediately stepped forward, holding a white cloth and carefully wiping the liquid off William's body, while another servant handed over clean clothes with both hands. When William, who was dressed neatly, walked out of the room, more servants came in with a variety of food, placing the exquisite but small portions of food on the long table one by one.

"How long have I slept?" William asked as he picked up the shiny silver spoon.

"About 47 hours, Master," one of the servants, who seemed to be the leader, replied, "This is within the normal error range."

William raised his head slightly and glanced at the young servant who answered. Whether it was her or the other servants, they all looked exactly the same: naturally long black hair, a figure that was too slender compared to the mainstream aesthetics of the empire, fair skin and delicate facial features, and each of them had mechanical prostheses. This was not because they were born with disabilities. To be precise, these exquisite mechanical prostheses, like themselves, were one of William's research results.

"Has my 'gift' been given away?" William asked again.

"It has been carried out as planned." The maid, the only one on the scene who had normal arms instead of prosthetic limbs, replied.

"I gave you a chance to resolve this peacefully," William said to himself, "and you refused."

……

World's Edge Mountains, Squighorn Mountain, in the camp of the hobgoblins and chaos dwarves.

No one knew how all this happened, and the only person who had a guess about it chose to keep silent. When William turned into ashes in Keshuzhan's tent, nothing happened at first. The Qiexue army took their positions under the strict orders of their own Khan, guarding their positions and preparing for any possible changes.

One hour passed. Three hours passed. Twelve hours passed. Nothing happened. Even the Qiexue Army, who worshipped Keshuzhan the most blindly, could not help but start whispering, wondering if their Khan had taken too many hallucinogenic mushrooms. In the end, seeing the complaints and dissatisfaction growing louder and the signs of mutiny looming, Keshuzhan could only reluctantly order the alert to be lifted.

Then the "accident" happened. Just as the Qiexue soldiers returned to their tents in groups of two or three to rest, leaving only a few unlucky ones to continue standing guard, the barrier between the real universe and the Chaos Demon Realm was broken.

Groups of Tzeentch demons happily poured into the mortal world. A few hobgoblin sentinels only had time to sound the alarm before they were drowned by the witchcraft flames flying from all directions. Soul Grinders slaughtered in the camp, harvester cannons spewed out magic shotgun shells to blow away large groups of Keshique troops, and the huge iron pincers could neatly cut a giant wolf in two with every opening and closing; several thunderbirds had to face the siege of screaming flying sharks that were dozens of times their number as soon as they took off. The sky was filled with thunder and the angry cries of thunderbirds, as well as the terrifying sound of sharp teeth tearing flesh.

The demons wantonly slaughtered any living creatures that appeared in their sight, ruthlessly harvesting the souls of the mortal races. The unprepared Keshique army was unable to stop the malice from the warp, and the counterattack they organized in a hurry was immediately shattered by the rampage of the flame-bathed chariots. The unprepared hobgoblins gradually became unable to hold on, and the chaos soon spread to the Chaos Dwarves. These black dwarves who occupied a separate area in the camp had to fight for their lives before they could figure out the situation.

All Chaos Dwarf war machines were at full fire, pouring destructive artillery fire that combined mechanical knowledge and magical skills on the heads of Tzeentch demons, who were also good at long-range firepower. This had a certain effect, even the powerful Tzeentch Soul Grinders could not withstand the direct hits of the destruction rockets, and the pink demons and blue demons were reduced to scattered ectoplasm in large numbers under the bombardment of the lava cannons, and were exiled back to the Chaos Demon Realm to wait for the resurrection of the reading bar.

However, this powerful force that was enough to dominate the battlefield only lasted for a short time before it came to an abrupt end. Since Black Rock Castle was recaptured by the dwarves, the Azog Legion has never received supplies from the rear, and the attack on Eternal Peak has used up most of its ammunition.

After firing the last shell, the Chaos Dwarf artillerymen picked up axes and hammers, ready to go forward as a reserve at any time.

The Purgatory Guards held broad-bladed muskets and formed a thin defensive line, unleashing a continuous rain of bullets at the incoming demons. The magic screen collapsed under the continuous attack of the bullets, and then the bullets forged from the depths of the Black Fortress bit deeply into the etheric flesh, rolling and tearing apart the demon's body tissue in the material world.

Demons are banished every moment, but more appear the next second. The sacrifices William prepared for the sacrificial ceremony are precious enough that the demons can descend freely for a period of time.

Riding his giant demon bull mount into the sky, the heart of "Ashes" Drazhos was almost eaten away by anger. The temporary suspension of the attack on the Eternal Peak has made him furious and deeply humiliated. The betrayal of the Grinning Clan has completely shattered the hope of conquering the Eternal Peak... As a long-lived warlock prophet, he may still be able to wait for the next opportunity to avenge his cousin, but at least this time, he has no chance to fulfill the ancient wish of the Chaos Dwarves.

The Lord of the Black Fortress thought that he had endured enough humiliation during this period of time, but it turned out that this was just the beginning. His army was struggling under the attack of the demons and could not see any hope of turning defeat into victory. Some Chaos Angry Demons approached with ill intentions, and the next moment these vicious souls were burned by the fire of Hasut amidst their shrill screams.

There was no point in continuing to hold the position, Drazhos thought angrily. Amid the cold roar of the Warlock Prophet, some of the Purgatory Guards launched a nearly suicidal counterattack, while others took the opportunity to withdraw. Barrels of gunpowder and alchemical bombs were detonated, temporarily forcing the demons back. The Korda Fireborn, fearless of fire, set off a storm of death among the Tzeentch demons until they themselves collapsed in the increasingly fierce sorcery fire.

The Azog Legion, which suffered heavy losses, quickly began to retreat. Drazhos didn't know how many people he could evacuate, but he knew that he would not have the chance to return to Zar Naggrond for at least three centuries.

Chapter 43 Khan! (Part 2)

After the Azog Legion retreated, Ke Shuzhan also ran away when he saw that the situation was not right.

Even at this point, the Keshig army still had considerable strength, but they were divided into several isolated parts by the Tzeentch demons, making it difficult for them to support each other. Originally, Shuzhan was still hoping that Drazhos could use his magic to turn the situation around, but when he looked up, he saw the figure of the Warlock Prophet flying farther and farther in the air.

After realizing that he could not turn the tables, Keshuzhan issued an order to disperse and break out. Under the protection of a thousand-man team of the most elite Keshig army, Wolf Khan abandoned all his belongings, took only weapons, food and water, turned over and rode on the most agile giant wolf to escape. As for the mess of Squig Horn Mountain (note: the chaos corruption brought by the demons), let the dwarves worry about it.

As long as the Great Vortex still exists and operates smoothly, Chaos Demons cannot operate in the mortal world for a long time, unless it is a place like the North Pole or the South Pole where the boundary between the material universe and the Chaos Demon Realm is already quite blurred. As long as the power provided by the sacrificial ritual is almost consumed, the Tzeentch Demon Army will soon roll back home.

But Shuzhan thought so, and it was based on this judgment that he decided to run away. However, Wolf Khan soon found that something was wrong. He ran eastward with his guards, and was about to run into the dark land. There was still a small but capable army of Tzeentch chasing after him! And the leading demon was a familiar-looking Lord of Change. God knows what kind of sacrifice William made to allow such a being to descend into the world.

Eventually, Shuzhan was caught up. The hobgoblins were exhausted after days and nights of desperate running. Giant wolves died one after another from the high-intensity running. The rest were limp, with their four legs shaking three times after each step. However, the etheric flesh and blood bodies of the evil creatures in the Warp had no concept of "tiredness" at all. As long as the magical winds that supported their activities were still sufficient, the Chaos Demons could keep fighting in the most intense battles.

After judging the situation clearly, Ke Shuzhan ordered the whole army to stand down and prepare for battle... Actually, there was nothing to prepare. Since the sudden arrival of the Tzeentch demon army, the earth elves had hardly rested for even a moment. At this time, they were just relying on the desire to survive to grit their teeth and hold on. After all, it was well known that demons never leave anyone alive. For mortal races, if they were unfortunate enough to fall into the hands of demons, it would be a luxury to die quickly, not to mention that being killed by demons meant that their souls would be taken away, which meant eternal torture and suffering.

He swallowed down various kinds of mushrooms seized from the night goblins in big gulps. Under the dual effects of hallucinogens and natural stimulants, the eyes of the only Qiexue army left beside Ke Shuzhan widened red, and new strength emerged in his exhausted body again, along with almost uncontrollable rage and desire to kill.

Composite recurve bows were drawn into full moons, and arrows passed through the witchcraft flames in midair and plunged into the surging demonic tide. The battle broke out just one step away from escaping, and then ended quickly. The Qiexue army proved with practical actions that they deserved the generous treatment given by Keshuzhan, but that was all. When the Lord of Change, who commanded these Tzeentch demon armies, personally took action, the surging dimensional flames burned away all futile struggles.

The injured Wolf Khan fell to the ground, watching the last Keshik Army disappear under the Soul Grinder's mechanical giant feet. The blood loss was slowly draining its life, making Wolf Khan dizzy and his vision blurred. Even so, it still heard the sound of the air stirring and the sound of something heavy falling lightly to the ground.

"Hello, Keshuzhan," Wolf Khan heard a familiar voice say, "I come here by the order of my Lord to claim everything He deserves."

The hobgoblin responded with a mouthful of crimson spit. "Get the hell out of here!" Ke Shuzhan cursed in his real native language, "You want my golden finger? Sure, let that blue-haired beast come and beg me in person!"

The Lord of Change laughed. "A contract is a contract, and its terms cannot be violated," the demon said in a helpless tone, "You used your incomplete power of the Outer Gods as collateral to exchange for a contract with my Lord. You did not fulfill the requirements of the contract, so now is the time to collect the collateral."

But Shuzhan cursed in his native language. "I was almost there, just a little bit short! I could have taken down Zar-Nagrund!" As if he had accidentally pulled his wound, Wolf Khan started to cough violently: "Cough cough...those damn Huns, why didn't they rebel earlier or later, but rebelled against me at the most critical moment on the front line? Does your master really think that I can't see who did this?!"

"My Lord has not violated any clause in the agreement." Lord of Change emphasized.

"Yeah, if you instigate the fools who believe in Old K to stab me, it has nothing to do with you, Old T, right? Ahem..." Wolf Khan coughed even harder, blood foam kept flowing out of the corners of his mouth, "I tell you, master, you want the system on me? Dream on! Even if I throw the system away, I will never give it to you, a despicable bastard!!"

After saying that, Ke Shuzhan used his mind to select "Yes" on the [Do you want to release the system binding? Yes/No] screen.

The well-prepared Lord of Change or "Eternal Watcher" Sasoril calmly pulled out a piece of parchment that was too small for him from the void, and slammed his staff heavily on the ground. Translucent chains extended from the parchment that was full of tiny characters, and simultaneously penetrated into Keshuzhan's body, but did not have any material impact on Wolf Khan.

The wolf khan twitched. It raised its head with the last bit of strength it had, gave Sasoril a disdainful smile, then tilted its head and became still. A moment later, more than a dozen translucent chains were retracted at the same time, pulling out a struggling golden ball of light from the body of Keshuzhan. Just as Sasoril was about to collect the ball of light, all the chains broke at the same time, and the Lord of Change could only watch the golden ball of light swaying for a moment, then disappearing into the void.

“No!” Sasoril waved his feathered hands in panic: “Please give me another chance, Master! No, no…”

The Lord of Change's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt end. His hunched body, which was almost as tall as a two-story building when he stood, continued to shrink and deform amidst his shrill screams, and finally turned into a pure white crow hopping on the ground.

[The Grand Seal of Destiny has awakened.] A voice from the void squeezed into Sasoril's consciousness. [Go meet your new colleague. Remember, don't let your master down a second time.]

……

[Detected unbound test system core functional components. There are 560 seconds left before the target object is destroyed. Do you want to perform the recovery operation? This operation will consume 18055 points. Yes/No]

An Jiyue, who was reaching the spoon towards the fig pudding, suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Bing Ruolan beside her was a little confused.

"Something unexpected happened... huh?" An Jiyue turned her head in surprise, looking at Bing Ruolan who was becoming more and more confused. "But Shuzhan is dead. It turns out that it also has a system, but now it belongs to me. I knew it, with the undisciplined nature of the greenskin, how could it be trained into a disciplined soldier? It turns out that it was the system's credit."

"Wait," Bing Ruolan felt her brain was a little stuck, "Who did you say died?"

"Ke Shuzhan, our fellow villager who is not very good at reincarnation," An Jiyue said while checking the system log, "very good, these 1 points are worth it."

"Ah..." Xiugenqing opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

"This errand is finally done. We can now settle the payment with the Bronze Hoe Clan and our High King," An Jiuyue said. "You can go to Kislev without any worries. Do you need me to help you with some travel expenses?"

Bing Ruolan forced a polite smile on her face: "It sounds like you gained a lot?"

"It is indeed huge. The system of Keshuzhan itself is not worth mentioning. Its main function is to greatly shorten the training time and greatly improve the loyalty of subordinates. It can also check the status of characters and so on." An Jiyue noticed Bing Ruolan's expression but did not say anything. "My War Codex has recovered Keshuzhan's system, and now I immediately have three secondary anchor points available. Originally, this thing costs one million points."

"Do you know the exact place where Ke Shuzhan died?" Xiu Yanqing suddenly asked.

"It's not a disadvantage to feel grief over the death of a rabbit, but you must not let the dwarves know what you want to do," An Jiyue said seriously, "It's even better not to let your men know that you are going to collect Ke Shuzhan's body. I will send someone to help you."

"……Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Chapter 44: Separation

The complete annihilation of the main forces of the Grinning Clan brought An Jiyue an income of more than 50,000 points.

All I can say is that Shushu's life is really worthless... Adding the more than 1.8 points left from before, minus the 5.5 spent on recycling the system of a senior time traveler, An Jiyue now has 9 points on hand, plus the remaining core cards.

The girl did not continue to expand the army, mainly because the logistical problems were getting worse and worse: since there were no auxiliary soldiers and no accompanying craftsmen, after the battle, the damaged spear heads, waist swords, broken spear shafts, and broken shields were all repaired by An Jiyue herself using the [Gold Controlling Technique] and [Wood Controlling Technique]. Although as a time traveler, she did not care about trivial matters such as humiliation, but if the number of manpower increased further, she would really be unable to manage it.

In addition to repairing weapons, replenishing supplies is an even bigger problem. Ordinary projectiles and gunpowder can be purchased from the dwarves nearby, but where can you buy tracking rockets, a unique weapon of An's Aurora?

Not to mention that An Jiyue's army doesn't even have enough tents now... When the system units appeared, only the general cannon team had their own tents, and the other troops only had combat equipment and a basic amount of ammunition, plus a week's worth of dry food. Now only An Jiyue, who is both the leader of the faction and a woman, can enjoy a tent alone, and even the leaders and deputy leaders can only squeeze together, and the soldiers below can enjoy the "hot bed" that is ahead of their time.

Collecting water and felling trees, building camps, mending clothes and cooking, escorting food and fodder, and other tasks that should have been done by auxiliary soldiers and porters were now all temporarily done by combat soldiers. It was urgent to establish a logistics support force, but fortunately the solution was ready - when the zero anchor point was deployed, the system prompt mentioned the words "initial city".

An Jiyue felt that it was time to collect the biggest reward of this trip, Akendorf. Although the Border Prince Territory was not a good place, the entire Old World, any area with slightly better conditions was basically owned by an owner. The only place with better natural conditions and no owner was the Three Rivers Land next to the Badlands. To be honest, this place was not as good as Akendorf!

Placing the initial city in Akendorf meant that they would have to face the endless influx of greenskins from the Badlands. In terms of defense alone, Mirmidon, the only real city in the Border Prince Territory, was obviously much better, and the girl's current military strength was enough to capture the small port city with a population of 7,000.

The problem is that Mirmidon is easy to fight, but the Tyrells behind are very troublesome. It is now the year 2502 of the Imperial Calendar, and all of Tyrell has been unified under the command of the Lord of Miragliano, the "Besieger" Boggio. Although this kind of white-skinned "unification" seems very watery to the people of Cathay, there is no doubt that Boggio can mobilize the resources of the entire Tyrell.

As the Tyrells' main colony in the Border Princes, attacking Mirmidon would inevitably attract the Tyrells. Maybe it would just be a single city-state, but it was also possible that Poggio would personally lead the entire Tyrell army to attack. The latter was a situation that An Jiyue wanted to avoid at all costs, after all, killing humans would not give points.

Yankees? They're not considered human by default.

After comprehensive consideration, Akendorf is still the most suitable. Although it needs to face endless greenskins, fortunately, the west of Akendorf is across the Blackfire Pass to the Empire's Averland, and the east is the Eternal Peak, which is very convenient for sending troops to rescue the Empire or Akendorf in the future. In addition, Akendorf is located on the Silver Road, and it has the innate conditions to develop through trade. The reason why this place is in such a mess now is purely because of the greenskins who pass through it every now and then.

After eliminating the main force of the Grinning Clan, An Jiyue flew to Black Rock Castle under the escort of the Eagle Guards. On the one hand, he met with Bing Ruolan to discuss the next course of action, and on the other hand, he wanted to let his quasi-ally Ah Duan see the style of the "Aurora Expeditionary Force". As for the reaction of the Bing family private army under Bing Ruolan when they saw the "Aurora Expeditionary Force", An Jiyue said that since Bing Ruolan was the only one who could speak Kazarid, it would not be a big problem. (Confirmed

"It's really not a big problem," Xiugenqing said privately to a certain governor with silver hair and red eyes. "When I first told them that you had an army, my men thought you were a self-proclaimed emperor from some remote corner, who dared to ascend the throne with only three soldiers and could destroy a country with two policemen from the police station. But after seeing your Yingyang Guards, they all think you are a secret force directly under Her Majesty the Moon Queen."

All of them were veterans who had experienced many battles. The Bing Family Army knew at a glance that An Jiyue's men were definitely regular troops, and they were the elite among the regular troops. The mechanical birds that looked impressive proved this point. In addition, due to their height, the Bing Family Army believed that these "Aurora Expeditionary Force" could not be impersonated by the Nipeng people. Since they were not Nipeng people but had standard Aurora appearance, after thinking about it, it seemed that the only way to associate it was that "Her Majesty the Queen of the Moon was secretly making some secret plan again."

Since these are all little secrets within the inner circle, then naturally you can't ask too many questions, let alone say too much.

Since Keshuzhan had died due to an unexpected incident, the dwarves suddenly realized that they could hold a celebration banquet in advance. It took some time to confirm the death of Wolf Khan. Due to the rigorous nature of the dwarves, a team of elite rangers from the Frostbeard clan escorted several long-bearded elders to personally run the trip. Bing Ruolan and her subordinates were also in this team.

Originally, Xiuyan Qing was worried that the dwarves might mind her collecting the corpse for Keshuzhan, but the dwarves said that since the person was already dead, the hatred was over, and Bing Ruolan could do whatever she wanted. Of course, the body had to be cremated, after all, the reproduction method of the greenskins was too disgusting, and even the death scene of Wolf Khan had to be burned.

Bing Ruolan naturally had no objection to this, after all, she herself was also planning to cremate Wolf Khan's body. She would not make a fuss about this.