Milagliano, the capital of art, the center of fashion and art in the Old World, a famous historical and cultural city, and one of the four major economic and trade centers of the Old World (Marienburg, Magritte, Haimen Pass, and Bordero), had its proudest symbol of history, culture, and civilization.
It was well known that most settlements in the Old World were built on the ruins of the elves, and Tyrell was no exception. However, Milagliano was not a relic from the time of the Elven Empire. After the destruction of their original territory, Titus (now the capital of the Skaven Empire), they moved east and built a settlement in Milagliano.
To be fair, Milagliano was not a very safe place. In the north, the city often faced territorial claims from the greedy Brittany knights. For reasons that could no longer be verified, the nobles of the Empire and the Brittany would often declare themselves the rightful heirs of Milagliano and wage war against each other.
In addition to the threat in the north, the Withered Swamp in the west was often haunted by rats the size of two-thirds of a man. Although the scholars of Tyrell had repeatedly researched the existence of a creature called the Skaven Rat Men, they were easily killed by accidents or lost their documents easily. Therefore, the research on the Skaven Rat Men was interrupted after a major plague in 1812 in the Empire. Even so, the "Professional Rat Catchers" in Milagliano were assembled to deal with the "giant rats".
In the early spring, Milagliano, which was located further south, had woken up from the winter. The whole city was as prosperous and full of vitality as ever. Travelers, adventurers, mercenaries, and merchants from all over the world gathered in Milagliano to begin a new day of activity.
Of course, all kinds of information came to Tyrell from all directions. For example, the Army of Chaos in the north had invaded Kislöw, the Kurfürst of Sylvania, Frey Manfred, had declared independence from the Empire, and the Brittany seemed to have won a war with the Pointy Ears. As the economic and trade center of the Old World, the people of Tyrell were naturally aware of these things.
But it was one thing to know, and it was another to care. As it turned out, the people of Tyrell really did not care about these things. The worst disaster that Milagliano had ever suffered in its history was an inexplicable plague that took away two-thirds of its population. The city had never been seriously threatened or fallen.
Especially in the year 2000 in the Empire, when the famous engineer Leonardo Milagliano became famous all over the world, the defenses of Milagliano became stronger and stronger. The trenches in the city were wide and deep, and the city walls were specially designed to defend against artillery fire. These projects were also designed by the genius Leonardo, which was his last masterpiece before he met the emperor and served the Empire.
After that, the successive princes of Milagliano continued to strengthen the city's defenses, making everyone have absolute confidence in the city.
The Empire, Mrs. Kiesler, and the Brittany will solve the problem of the Northerners.
What does it have to do with us?
Keep on playing, keep on dancing.
In the Red Devil bar in Milagliano, a group of people were singing loudly. They were nobles from the Empire, led by the Empire's Duke Leopold von Stroheim. He was in his thirties and was a duke of Wesen. Dissatisfied with the Empire's military rule and Baron Frey Derick's confiscations, Duke Leopold chose to live in Tyrell, where he could enjoy the freedom he wanted.
Those who were with Duke Leopold were the sons of nobles who had military exploits. As sons of nobles who had military exploits and lived in such a dark and hostile environment, of course, they were not losers who had never been to battlefields. They just came here to enjoy themselves. They hated the curfew and the control of sergeants in Nour, as well as the restriction of liquor and various entertainment activities.
"For the freedom!" Duke Leopold raised his glass and laughed heartily. "Gentlemen! For freedom! "
"For freedom! Cheers!" All the noble sons who had military exploits and the mercenary leaders of Tyrell raised their glasses together. The scene was very lively. People were eating steak and drinking wine together. Among them, there was even a mercenary captain from Araby, Kusai Mustapha, a Pasha of Araby and the leader of Araby's legendary mercenary group, the Sipahi Heavy Cavalry Regiment. Mustapha was hired by Duke Leopold to protect the safety of this group of people. Hearing Duke Leopold's words, Mustapha, who was wrapped in a white scarf and had a machete on his waist, spread out his hands elegantly, "Erefe!"
"Erefe!" The Arabian Sipahi Heavy Cavalry raised their glasses.
On the stage of the bar, a famous singer was singing a popular song called "The Wind Rises."
"I once couldn't extricate myself from the big world, and I also want to fulfill this beautiful story."
"No true or false left, no struggle, deep love for him."
"You have entrusted half of your life to her, and you have also given her a country."
"Let your heart be moved by the wind ~"
"Good! Good! "The group of people applauded wildly, drunk and happy.
"Damn it, damn it, Laing, not only did he sleep with our duchess, but he also didn't want to marry her! The duchess even agreed. Why can't I meet such a good thing? "Duke Leopold was a little dizzy. He shook his head and said," Chap? Why is it so noisy outside? "
"Your Excellency, it's mainly because a group of Amazonian women have come outside and are arguing with the guards. They seem to be very anxious to say something, but there's no interpreter. Who can understand what these savages in the rainforest are saying?" His bodyguard came in from outside and said helplessly, "It's so late. Where can we find an interpreter?"
"So noisy! Take these pieces of meat and bones and tell them to get out! "the duke roared.
"Yes, my lord!"
After a while, the group of Amazonian women left in a huff. The crowd didn't continue to care, but continued to enjoy the happy moment.
A few hours later, it was midnight. The Months of Demons, Moscrib, had never been so bright and so dazzling. Milagliano was shrouded in the moonlight.
In the dark slums, the dirty sewers, the branches of the river, and the hidden corners of the city, something seemed to be moving.
Damn the rats! The rat extermination team in Milagliano was mobilized under the complaints of the citizens and mercenaries. Several teams of people left one after another, complaining about the overtime and bargaining about the salary.
Then no one saw them again, and the commotion in the dark continued.
When Duke Leopold was ready to drink with his friends until midnight, a strange bell was ringing.
"Dong, dong, dong."
The bell disrupted the rhythm of the band and the singers, and the beautiful music became harsh. Duke Leopold was so angry that he threw the silverware on the table to the ground, got up, and kicked the door of the tavern open. He shouted, "Charlemagne's dick! Are these Southerners crazy? It's midnight, and I'm ringing your damn bell? "
“yesyes~”
“yesyesyesyesyes”
“yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes~”
“dododododododo~”
“diediediediediediedie~”
Before the Duke could say anything else, a rat that was bigger than a bowl ran past him. The exasperated Duke raised his foot and stomped on the rat. Blood and guts splashed all over his trousers and boots. "Damn it!"
"Yay!" The nobles who were watching the duke's performance all clapped and cheered.
However, the next scene caused everyone's cheers to instantly disappear.
From the sewers, from the river, from various secret passages, from the dark corners of the slums, to the holes in the ground and the cracks in the walls.
Countless rats swarmed out of their nests, forming a gray, brown, and black torrent. At first, there were only three to five rats, then there were more than ten rats, and then there were hundreds of rats. Finally, the rats gathered together and flooded the streets and buildings.
Duke Leopold suddenly shuddered and sobered up. Although he was an hedonist, he still remembered the muscle memory of his service in Wesen and Nur Army. The duke turned and ran into the tavern, kicked the door, and then immediately blocked the door with a table. "Brothers! The situation is not good. Take your weapons! Get ready for battle! "
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!" A large group of nobles in the tavern had never been to the battlefield. One by one, they screamed in fear and excitement, and immediately began to put on their equipment and prepare for battle. The Sipahi heavy cavalry from Araby also immediately realized that the situation was not good. They loaded their guns, prepared their armor, and unsheathed their scimitars.
Inside the tavern, the waiters, the band, and the singers screamed and tried to run for their lives, but soon they found that the rats were everywhere.
Milagliano had woken up, and people were running for their lives in panic and screaming. At first, some people tried to deal with the rats, using sticks, shovels, pitchforks, spears, and even stomping on the rats with their feet and fists.
Maybe they could kill one or two rats, but more rats would rush up the legs of their trousers and sticks and bite them with their sharp front teeth, piercing their skin and feasting on their flesh.
The rats bit off fingers, eyes, and ears, and then drowned the people in the rat tide. In less than two minutes, only bones were left.
The Southerners had never seen such a scene before. The people of Tyrell, who had been living a peaceful life for a long time, were so scared that their feet were shaking. They scrambled to close the doors and windows, hiding under cupboards or tables, shivering, and praying to the Goddess of War, Milmedia, the Goddess of Justice, or the local gods of Tyrell.
"Dong, dong, dong …" The door was shaking vigorously. Duke Leopold and the others had finally finished dressing. When Mustapha tried to open the door, the door sprang open, and hundreds of rats rushed in!
"Fire!" The duke ordered. The nobles with military merit threw Molotov cocktails made on the spot with alcohol and rags at the door. In an instant, hundreds of rats were engulfed in flames. They were burned to ashes by the flames.
"For Charlemagne, for the Empire!" The duke, who was wearing the full-body armor of Milagliano, raised his steel sword and was the first to rush out of the tavern. With a swing of his sword, he cut a dozen rats in half.
"Kill! Kill the rats! " The nobles with military merit and Araby's mercenaries had all received professional military training. They rushed out of the tavern and slaughtered the rats. The rats were good at bullying civilians, but they had no chance against the professional soldiers. In less than ten minutes, the rats in the vicinity were almost cleared out. The remaining rats did not dare to come close.
"Damn it! Damn it! What the hell is going on? Where did all these rats come from? "Duke Leopold pierced a rat with his sword. He was stunned when he looked up.
The whole city was burning. More rat men had appeared.
The first thing that appeared was the swarm of slave rats. These hungry, low-level rat-men usually only had a spear or a knife in their hands, but they were the craziest and hungriest of them all. Hundreds of slave rats flooded half of Milagreno's city in an instant. They would rush toward anything that they could eat, be it food, livestock, humans, or even leather products and straw. Their hunger was the only thing that drove them to act. Wherever they went, there were only bones and hollows.
Of course, a mob was a mob. They were violent and cruel. As long as they encountered a decent resistance, they would collapse and run for their lives.
Milagliano had been peaceful for a long time. The city guards were still preparing for battle on the city walls and in the barracks. Some of the guards had already realized what was going on, but they were still far from being able to save the city. However, there were some famous mercenary groups in the city. These mercenary groups reacted even faster than the guards in the city. They used buildings, manors, and temples as a defense system and began to resist stubbornly.
All of this was within the expectations of the Skaven Rat Marshal, Pasqurit, who was in charge of Tyrell's attack.
"Yes! Yes! Humans! Humans! Delicious! Delicious!"
With the waving of the war flag, the new Skaven army moved out.
After hundreds of slave rats, there was a large number of clan rats. These rat men had begun to have rune shields, decent weapons, and simple armor. Under the command of Pasqurit, they began to attack the human army that was still resisting in the city.
"You still need to light the fire ~ and bring in some wind ~"
Squads of Skaven dimensional flamethrowers appeared one after another. They began to use dimensional flamethrowers to set all the buildings in the city on fire. Then came the Poison Grenadiers. These Skaven rat men wearing gas masks threw glass balls filled with plague gas from the Plague Persiron clan into the buildings one by one. As long as the trapped people breathed in the poisonous gas, red spots would appear all over their bodies and they would quickly lose their ability to fight. Soon, they would become a delicious meal for the rat men.
The sewer rats of the Essien clan moved quickly between the gaps of the buildings, looking for suitable targets.
Of course, the Mord clan had to help as well. As the ground exploded, one after another, rat trolls jumped out of the holes and smashed the human soldiers into meat paste with one punch.
"For the Council of Thirteen! For the Horned Rats! " Marshal Pasqurit spread his arms. Evil Moon Moscrib shone brightly. "Yes! Yes! Let's, let's burn this city to ashes! "
"Humans! Toys! Those who don't have any hair will all die, die! "
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