Chapter 1277 I Have an Idea
"I hate drilling holes, yes, as always. Compared to the dark, dry, and smelly environment, the wind and dark clouds are the battlefield for the Dragon Prince."
Kunniel, who couldn't stop complaining, covered his dragon helmet with a mask with a filtering effect, but he could still smell the disgusting stench, and he wished he could cover it with three more layers.
"I like your remarks, which always make me happy.
I remember that the court issued a decree called the prince and the ministers go together. Maybe you can ask His Majesty or the prince to come to the cave for a walk... or take His Highness Menil?"
"If I take His Highness Menil into the cave full of ratman stench, the next day I will be..." Kunniel was full of fear, feeling that continuing to talk would only make Elvis a laughing stock.
"Let's talk about the plan. I don't want to have a landslide on my head when I'm digging a hole, especially after leaving the tunnel dug by the dwarves..." Kunnier's fingers pressed against the uneven wall. Rats dig holes very quickly. Their claws and fangs are useful tools, and they can often create amazing effects in a very short time.
But what comes with it is the "not very stable" engineering hidden danger. No one wants to walk in the tunnel dug by rodents except rats.
"You should be thankful that the Corrupted Clan is involved this time, otherwise you can only squat and crawl in the hole." Stopping, Elvis raised his hand to signal the people behind him to stop. This time, in order to create a surprise for the ratmen, he has assembled all the elite of the Giant Horned Viper, and borrowed some battle mages from the Tal Wind Howling City Legion.
There are many mines in the Gray Mountains. Greenskins, ratmen, and dwarves all like to dig holes. The Grand Master who has fought the underground war with the ratmen for more than a hundred years can hardly accurately judge whether the mountain is filled with ratmen or greenskins.
The Grand Master looked at it for a moment, but did not feel the stench left by the ratmen in the hot and humid environment. He could only pin his hopes on an elf beside him.
"Nazer, did you find anything?"
The elf in the magic swordsman armor was very young. It was difficult to judge the age of an elf by appearance. At least before the age of four hundred, there would be no obvious changes in appearance.
The only thing that can judge age is temperament. The magic swordsman has a calm temperament, and the temperament of scholars who walk among the bookshelves all year round is lingering, but a trace of immaturity cannot be erased.
"Uncle Elvis..." The wrong address made Nazer immediately change his words and forcefully swallow the inappropriate address: "I noticed a trace of chaotic energy, but I can't tell whether it is the residual trace of the dimensional stone excavated by the dwarves in the mountains, or the magic used by the ratmen to cover up the breath. If you want to make an accurate judgment, you need to look for more clues in the depths."
"Useless kid." Kunnier muttered. Why did he go to Safri to be a magic swordsman? I really don't know why Grandpa Edgar agreed to his great-grandson to do such a thing.
Elvis glared at his old friend: "He is still young. When we were his age, we would only follow our elders and charge with spears in hand, without any opinions."
Being a chatterbox may be one of the reasons why Kunnier is not popular. He pointed out the nature of Elvis's deception without mercy.
"When you were his age, you were already fighting on the front line of the battle with Druzy, but look at him, how many decent opponents have his hands stained with blood?"
Speaking of this, Elvis was also furious. He often asked the nobles of Caledor for people. If the tradition continues, young nobles will have at least several decades of leisure time. It is better to come to the old world to hone their skills by doing odd jobs in the family and wasting resources.
But damn...forgive the Grand Master for using swear words. A group of old Dengs thought that the dragon had awakened and there was no need to let their offspring go to dig holes. They perfunctorily trained and failed to meet the standards. In addition, Orseya also took a group of people away when he resigned, making 96% of the giant horned vipers now human.
The key is that the old men take the resources and don't give way to the younger generation. There are so many honors waiting for them. Just practice martial arts in the manor.
"I should suggest to the prince to reduce the number of standing troops and let the little devils you don't like charge at the front with lances."
Quinnil almost pinched his nose and said perfunctorily: "Then go, anyway, you can also sit on the table of the noble council, and your nagging can be taken seriously."
"You two, you two, can you stop arguing..." Nazer said with a lack of confidence. He really didn't dare to provoke the two. He came to the empire in the name of the Supreme Archmage's entourage and had routine exchanges with the Aldolf Magic Academy. Now that he has mixed up in the war, he must see blood and sharpen the greatsword that integrates the technology of the Val Anvil and the White Tower of Hos.
"Let's get back to the topic. What is the result of the analysis." Kunnil waved his hand, thinking that there was no point in arguing. He was so angry that he wanted to find a few ratmen to vent.
Nazer seemed a little anxious while fiddling with the equipment in his hand. The giant horned viper had already contacted the Supreme Mage. After specifically investigating the direction of the magic wind in the mountain, Teclis analyzed whether there were any clues.
But... after sending the message for a long time, there was no response at all. At least he should give a receipt.
The magic swordsman from the Dragon Prince family was a little anxious. This was one of the few opportunities to show off. He didn't want to go back to Safri and see the stinky face of teacher Ogsger all day.
"Perhaps the Supreme Mage needs a little time."
"Time, time again..." Kunnier was a little distressed. After the last turmoil, the ratmen must have hidden deeper, and then the war in Karak Dreadnought attracted attention.
It is also possible that the ratmen and the greenskins have reached some kind of deal. At least during the Battle of Karak Eight Peaks, the greenskins obviously joined forces with the ratmen to carry out an ambush.
Maybe the greenskins hate the ratmen, but they hate the short guys and pointy ears even more.
He looked at the knights and followers who were waiting seriously behind him, and a bad idea flashed through his mind.
"Elvis, you should have brought the snake nest here, right?"
"You mean..."
There are many types of snake nests, but without exception, they all need to be activated by blood sacrifice. Elvis originally wanted to use this as a trump card. After all, the summoning of the rat demon is simpler than the four Chaos Evil Gods, and the lives of the Gray Prophet and the Slave Rat are not valuable. It would be very effective to keep some countermeasures.
"Although the Lord did not say to kill the greenskins, he did not say that they could not be killed, right? Let the magic swordsmen prepare a medium-sized teleportation ceremony, pull a group of small reptiles from Qingyan Port, and sneak into the underground with the blessing of the snake nest. We will definitely find some traces of ratmen.
As long as we find out the route of the shallow tunnel, we can also lure the greenskins deep underground to test whether the ratmen are hiding here."
"The plan is good..."
Elvis thought about it and the search could only follow the speed of the surface army. If they easily set foot in the greenskin-controlled area, unless His Majesty brought the guards to rescue, no one could resist the endless greenskin attacks.
Lure the greenskins into the tunnel, drive them to the depths if they can beat them, and look for the traces of ratmen. If they can't beat them, return to the surface. As long as the greenskins dare to show their heads, they will face saturation firepower attacks. (End of this chapter)