Bang, bang, bang...
There were a large number of ratmen standing on the city wall. They were the ratmen's gun-carrying team, and ammunition was fired out, attacking the harpies in the sky.
Plague Flamethrowers, Plague Shaman Rat Corps, Ratman Iron Curtain Machine Gun Regiment...
The Skaven were pouring fire into the air to stop the Harpies' attack.
The harpies, like the trolls, are sworn enemies of the ratmen. The hatred between the two tribes is even deeper than that between the ratmen and the trolls, and is a true mortal feud.
When the ratmen had just gained a foothold in the central area, they had already become enemies with the harpies.
As a rare aerial race, the Harpies have regarded the Skaven as their food for a long time, and would come to beg for food whenever they had the chance.
The reason why the ratmen research various firearms is largely because of these flying harpies.
During the long battle between the two tribes, the ratmen who were armed with guns killed many harpies. Harpies are a very vengeful race, and killing their own people for food was obviously a big grudge.
While the Skaven were developing weapons, the Harpies were also busy. Compared to the Skaven who liked to use physical attacks and plagues, the Harpies liked to use magic.
They cultivated many strange magical plants and weaponized them.
"They're coming!" the ratman commander shouted, pointing at the harpies flying towards Butler and the city-state in the hail of bullets.
The harpies threw a large number of seeds and fruits towards the city-state, like a bomber, throwing them and running away.
Boom boom boom——
The pure fiery red explosive fruit was like a powerful version of an explosive fireball. After falling into the city, it immediately caused a large-scale explosion.
The emerald green root balls of the vines immediately took root and sprouted after falling into the city, growing into vines.
This is no ordinary vine, but a carnivorous plant that finds its own prey.
The surrounding ratmen were entangled by vines. Those vines were like giant pythons with spikes. The spikes pierced into the ratmen's bodies, constantly sucking their flesh and blood and vitality.
The vines that had received nutrients grew extremely rapidly, quickly changing from the thickness of an arm to the thickness of a thigh, and then to the thickness of a bucket...
The vines grew thicker and thicker, twisting and entwining with each other. From a distance, they looked like huge trees rising into the sky.
When the gray voodoo mushroom falls to the ground, it will spray out gray spores. These spores will parasitize the ratmen and cause pustules to form on their bodies.
When the pustules burst, more voodoo mushrooms grow, which then spray out spores, and the cycle begins again.
The harpies caused considerable casualties to Butler and his men, and they themselves were not in a much better situation.
Conquered by the various weapons of the ratmen, some unlucky ones died on the spot and fell from the sky.
Some were seriously injured. Although they escaped, whether they could survive depended on luck.
War has always been brutal.
After the bombing, the harpies left, and the ratmen were busy dealing with the bombed city.
Put out the fire, cut the vines, and the shaman rat will dispel the voodoo mushrooms...
After the busy work, all that was left was a pile of corpses.
Click, click, click…
The sound of bones rubbing against the ground.
The skeleton undead came out from their hiding places, walked towards the corpses, and transported them to the corpse transport vehicle.
An undead dragging the corpse of a harpy was surrounded by several ratmen. The undead stopped, his soul fire beating, and he looked at the ratmen in front of him in confusion.
"Put it down! It doesn't deserve to have its body collected!"
"Yes, cut it into pieces and throw it into the wilderness to feed the wild beasts!"
"You hear me, you brainless skeleton, put it down!"
The rats were shouting.
The skeleton undead was stunned for just a moment, then dragged the harpy's body again, turned in another direction, and tried to bypass the ratman in front of him.
A rat man with a bad temper couldn't help himself, swung the wooden stick in his hand and hit the undead hard.
Crash.
The undead shattered into bones.
(End of this chapter)
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