Chapter 1263: Choice

The shadow walker walked out of the darkness carrying a goblin leader. Judging from the fact that he was missing two pointed ears, one of the three goblins did not receive sympathy.

"Intelligence has been ascertained. The big-bellied king Gollum is using all kinds of... strange foods to strengthen the army. The poisonous colored glaze ore is an important seasoning."

The humans and dwarves looked at each other and thought it was incredible. Eating poisonous stones?

In order to put this possibility into practice, the priest used brute force to remove a small piece of colored glaze ore and stuffed it into the goblin's mouth, wanting to see if the greenskin was more absurd than imagined.

Fortunately, the amount that was enough to poison the ogre did have a certain effect on the goblin. The green-skinned boy, whose legs were broken, was spitting white foam from his mouth, his eyes were white, and he seemed to be in a psychedelic dream, shouting wildly.

"Brother Mao, I am the greatest, I will definitely be stronger and fatter than Gollum... Give me food, give me something to eat, I want mushroom soup and squig meat!"

The butcher gave the goblin a quick death, and chopped the glaze ore in the priest's hand into powder, blowing his beard angrily: "Grimnir, this goblin must be a lunatic!"

"Sigmar, can you pay attention to where this is?! It's a narrow mine cave, lacking fresh air!" Victor covered his mouth and nose, trying not to breathe the yellow dust in the air.

When going out, normal humans must learn to protect themselves. The priest is directly immune to toxins and drinks the venom prepared by the goblin boy as wine. The butcher is strong and strong, and there is no burden to absorb some highly toxic substances. The shadow walker is also not a normal person. Victor rarely heard his breathing along the way.

Gragrim patted his chest and thought Victor was like a woman: "Didn't Sigmar say that we should face all challenges bravely?"

"Facing them bravely doesn't mean seeking death."

"Fighting is reckless, but I'm a little afraid of death."

The argument left the priest speechless. He turned around and asked the shadow walker in Elvish: "You haven't finished what you said."

The shadow walker didn't answer immediately, but turned his head to stare at the endless darkness of the tunnel he came from, as if he could see something in the silence.

"The goblins said they saw traces of ratmen, and there were restless and terrifying noises coming from the bottom of the mine from time to time... But I have found the way to the bonfire."

"If we light the bonfire first to complete the Phoenix King's mission, we will lose the opportunity to find out what the ratmen are doing at the bottom of the mine...

But you and I both know that lighting the bonfire is actually useless for the battle situation. It only gives Karak Fearless Castle a little confidence... But the dwarves will never lack confidence when defending their homes."

"Your Majesty's orders come first to me, not analyzing the impact of the results of the action."

The shadow walker was impartial. Before he set off, he was told that he only needed to fulfill his duties and do his job as a scout, and he didn't need to interfere with the decision-making of the action.

But compared to the ratmen who didn't know what they were doing in the deep pit, he thought it was better to complete the task, which was why he didn't tell Victor and Gragrim about it.

The priest smiled, which was in line with the impression Nagarys gave him. Don't ask about the original, just the result.

"Then ask the captain's opinion, I hope he can make the right choice."

"I have no objection to this."

The priest interrupted the quarrel and tried to find out who was the greater ally, Sigmar or Grimnir.

"There are traces of ratmen at the bottom of the mine, but the shadow walker has not found a convenient passage... We have two choices, go to the surface immediately to light a bonfire, and then avoid the pursuit of the greenskins.

Or spend some time going underground, solve the problem of ratmen first and then consider the bonfire."

"Then it must be lit first. A mine can be dug again if it is gone. How many dwarves will be lost if Karak Dreadfort is gone!"

Gragrim judged without hesitation. Resources and compatriots, for the future butcher king, no matter how many times, he would choose the latter.

Victor thought more about this. Why did the ratmen appear here? It should be known that there are few traces of ratmen in the Gray Mountains near Athel Loren. In terms of the ability to dig holes, Aslai with the help of the Oak of Ages is not inferior to rodents.

"What is the purpose of the ratmen?"

"I don't know yet, but it's definitely not a good thing."

After some consideration, Victor wanted to listen to the advice of his dwarf brother and light a bonfire to support Karak Fearless Castle regardless of the rats.

But the heat from both palms at the same time made the witch hunter hesitate. His right hand was branded with an ancient sacred text of unknown effect, reminding him that he should go find the ratmen.

If it were just this, the witch hunter would never change his mind and think it was the bewitching of pagan gods.

Only the inexplicable trembling of the black gauntlet made the witch hunter think that it might be more important to solve the ratmen than to light a bonfire.

"Solve the threat of the ratmen first. Once the bonfire is lit, we will not have a chance to return to the mine."

"Maybe it's a wise choice... The God agrees with this." The priest took a step back and let go of his mind to look for the unique smell of rats. When it comes to fighting greenskins, he may not be as professional as a butcher, but when it comes to killing rats, we are all rat killing experts granted by the prophet.

Gragrim looked back at the silent Shadow Walker. When he was arguing with Victor just now, he noticed the conversation between the priest and the elf.

Speaking of which, he was quite proud. He did not understand the Elvish language, which was completely different from his father who could use Elvish slang to mock people.

"It must be an elf conspiracy." The muttered butcher, according to the custom of the Mountain Kingdom, attributed the reason for the change of plan to the elves.

Although they were eager to light the bonfire, they also had to find out the ratmen at the bottom of the mine. Who knows if a group of black-haired rats will appear during the fight.

The rest time was very short. A few bites of dried meat and beer were the satisfying enjoyment of the witch hunters and butchers after the battle.

And these few minutes were enough for the priest to smell the stench. He pressed his hands on the ground, his eyes flashing red under the mask, and slowly raised his head. The fangs polished from obsidian seemed to ooze blood.

"Found it. Black-haired rats, dimensional stone machines, flesh-mutated monsters, twisted magic... maybe we found something more important than lighting a bonfire."

"Don't speak in secret. I hate the nagging nerves of your Sotek sect. We are obviously a group of humans, but our speech is as difficult to understand as that of lizardmen."

The dwarf complained without disguising, causing the priest to retract his hands, stand up straight and say: "Master Dwarf, don't be impatient. Fighting with ratmen is not like fighting greenskins. Any mistake will be gnawed into bones."

The priest took out a scale and threw it to the elf who was watching. Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, he asked.

"Shadow Walker?"

The shadow walker was slightly disgusted. He lifted a corner of the towel and stuffed the scale into his mouth. The spell that transforms information magic into items does not have many requirements, but the giant horned viper prefers to use snake scales.

"Let's go." (End of this chapter)