"Your Excellency Marian." Marin walked over to the old man, his face paler than before, and large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, which he himself knew nothing about.

He stood in front of the old man: "Untie the bandage of your wound and let me see your wound." ”

"Why?" The therapist looked at Marin with curiosity on his face: "Exposing wounds to the air will become infectious, this is still your theory. ”

"But what if the wound has already begun to infect and suppurate under the bandage?" Marin asked rhetorically, looking at the old man, "Please believe me, Lord Marrian. ”

Before the woman could refute, the young man next to Marian had already grabbed Marian's injured arm and ripped the bandage away from the wound.

This inevitably led to the old man's wound, and he gritted his teeth, did not curse, but just stared at his wound intently—for everyone had seen it, and his purulent, rotten wound was dripping dark green pus.

"I don't feel the pain of the wound at all." Marrian said through gritted teeth.

"Is this the power of the Nurgle Pollutant?" The young man asked, looking at Marin.

"No, it's not its power, I don't feel the power of chaos." The therapist almost pounced on the wound at this time.

"Yes, it's not Nurgle's power, those nezumi are the Pestilon...... The Skaven cubs of the Great Horned Rat, the Blight Clan, a miscellaneous waste that does not even give the believers so-called eternal life, and a waste who needs the power of faith. "Marin doesn't have any affection for this at all, compared to the four evil gods, the Great Horned Rat is just a psychopath.

In their world, this is nothing more than a god of chaos who has risen to power.

"I always feel like you've hit other gods." The young man smiled wryly and shook his head, as if he hadn't heard it.

Although the healer's face was displeased, he thought about it for a while, and still turned his attention to the name of the Blight Clan with some helplessness: "Pestilon...... The Blight Clans, they really aren't Nurgle's followers? ”

"Yes, they are not, it is eternal life that is demagogic to Nurgle, although we all know that such eternal life is nothing more than prisoners imprisoned in each other's shells, and life is worse than death...... As for the blight clans, they are infected with the blight, but they only promote destruction and death, and in their eyes, it is fate to have a blight destroy a world. Marin explained.

"Why do you know all this?" The young man asked.

"My bloodline tells me that we are natural enemies." Marin wasn't lying, for him, this knowledge came directly to his head, and his patrilineal bloodline seemed to have memorized this evil and chaotic knowledge in his bloodline, as if it had existed to fight them from the beginning.

After speaking, Marin handed the World Tree Fruit Elixir to Ma Ruian, who took the potion: "I kind of understand why you didn't give me the medicine in the first place. ”

"Yes, potions are very good for the plague, and you didn't look like there was a problem at the time, so I need the exact situation of the outbreak of the plague on you, only then can I know what is going to happen to us, I'm sorry, Lord Marrian."

"It's a sensible choice, if it were me, I'd do the same, anyway, thank you, boy, for saving me again." After Ma Ruian finished speaking, he pulled out the cork and drank the potion.

Everyone saw that his wound was getting better, and soon, the dark green pus turned into black blood, and then, the color of the blood turned red, and then the healer immediately took out the usual medicine to wash Marrian's wound and began to bandage it again.

"Our opponent is a big deal, so I have to make everyone wait for the logistical delivery of the masks." Ma Lin said as he adjusted his helmet: "Tell all the soldiers that this battle does not count the first level of merit, all the participants will count two, the first three rows of combatants will count four, and the battle dead will count six." Don't touch the corpses of the ratmen, contact the Church of Love, we need a large anti-epidemic incineratorium, and a team of messengers to contact our druid and shaman allies. ”

After issuing the order in one go, the messenger team on the side immediately took the order and went to the World Tree City in the north to make contact.

"Mr. Marin, let's move forward, our flames can purify everything." The dwarven craftsman looked at Marlin and clapped his chest.

"You and I are in the first row, my soldiers will be in the second row for reinforcement fire, we can't use fire until we get into the node, because that will obscure our view and the direction of our progress, everyone uses shotguns and bayonets, wears the heaviest armor, and uses anti-evil circles and anti-evil inscription inserts." Marin looked at the old dwarf after speaking: "Is it okay, old stone heart." ”

"Of course, sir, as long as we can follow you, we stoneheart dwarves will never frown."

"That's good." After Marin finished speaking, he turned his head to look at his factory guard commander: "Cagan, you take your company, follow me, change the whole company to semi-automatic weapons, put on your biocapture goggles, give priority to the fire caster, in the underground waterway, our first platoon will be your breastwork, but in addition to this, you will face direct damage, and the casualties may be large, so I choose your company as the first batch of combatants, and you are likely to lose completely...... Is there a problem. ”

"Your Excellency, you said that behind us is home." Although the young man's face was filled with the anxiety and trepidation of participating in the battle for the first time, he still answered Marin's inquiry in the most firm tone, and after he finished speaking, he also knelt down on one knee in front of Marin: "Your Excellency, we will definitely live up to your expectations, sacrifice is for our family to live a better life, we understand, and understand what we are paying for with our lives for this." ”

This is the young son of a knight, and he instinctively confronts Marin with a noble salute, and Marin pats him on the shoulder: "Each and every one of you will be a knight of this city, so stand up and face the enemy with me." ”

This time, the young man's face was a little more proud and proud: "Am I also a knight, Your Excellency?" ”

"Yes, everyone is a knight of this city, it is just a title, it does not give you status and identity, all of you are like me, standing on the earth with your legs on the ground, facing everything in this world, just like those who have participated in the black orcs on the opposite side of the north before, you are my knights, the knights of this city, maybe those nobles will not admit all this, but I admit it."

"That's enough, Your Excellency, even if it's just a knight in your eyes, we are proud enough, now, I'm going to gather my company, please let me stand down, Lord Marlin."

"Go, go and assemble your company."

After Marin finished speaking, he watched the young man turn around and run in the direction of the assembly of the factory guards.

"Is everyone a knight of the city?" The Elven Ambassador sighed, "Mr. Marin, you always seem to have a way of boosting morale. ”

"Because I can only give them honor and equal dedication at the moment." After Marin finished speaking, he sighed in silence.

He can only give these young people the honor of dying, he can only give these young people money, so that their families have a place to live, their children can grow up with peace of mind, and their wives can ...... No worries.

"Because wars always kill people, he can only take them to their deaths again and again." Speaking of this, Marin turned his head to look at the elven ambassador: "What do you elves think about death. ”

"Death is a cycle of returning to the Mother Tree, and in our civilization, it is a peaceful process, and only those members who have protected their homes or the Mother Tree are eligible for pride." The elven ambassador sighed at this: "I can understand your thoughts, Mr. Marin, you always want to do your best to keep everyone alive, but war kills people, and you tell them why they died, you are already a very merciful commander." ”

"Yes, I told them because I felt that everyone was entitled to live, but I understood that war always kills people...... So, sometimes, it is necessary to make some of them face death, and at this time, I have to tell the companies that carry out the most dangerous tasks that I have personally pushed them to hell......" Marin sighed deeply: "These are the only things I can do......"

"Sir, you have done all this that no commander can do, and what scares me even more is that they know that this is a dead end, but they are still proud, your men are the bravest soldiers I have ever seen, even if they are not elves, I am still proud to be able to walk side by side with these warriors." The elven ambassador said here to stroke his chest.

"That's my principle...... I must tell my soldiers what we are doing everything for. After speaking, Marin stretched out his hand and caught the landing of the spirit messenger: "Ah, our number one is here. ”

"Matilda is indeed a natural driver."

"As I said, although she is a paladin, she is very good at accepting new things."

Marlin and the Elven Ambassador watched as the diminutive mechanical body emerged from the teleportation tunnel.

The halfling reloading team was hanging in a gondola, and on the other side, a quadruple machine gun was being placed, and another halfling reloading team was adjusting the ammunition supply system, while the dwarf as the archer was roaring, and then the halfling roared.

Can they really handle it all?

Marin had some slight suspicions.

Then he heard Matilda's scolding, and saw the dwarves and halflings bow their heads like rats of cats and begin to work hard.

"Your lady does have a hand in the royal family." The elf raised an eyebrow.

"No, I just think it's louder than anyone." Marin said as he caught the pig-nosed mask handed over by the logistics team, the filter tank of the rubber product that imitated the gas mask of the First World War contained the leaves of the World Tree, fresh leaves are the best poison filtering materials, and the sun-dried crushed leaves also have a good effect, Marin's idea is one person and one body, with three filter cans, if this can't kill the rat people below, Marin can only let the heavy artillery come over and smash the floor and smash the battle - they must be killed before this clan takes root.

"Your Excellency, I am here with my company." The young man's voice made Marin turn his head, and he saw that it was far larger than a company, and some of the soldiers had anchor tattoos on their left arms, which should have been the mark of the merchant navy.

Marin raised his eyebrows: "Let your people button up their sleeves, and don't treat me like a fool who can't count next time." With that, Marin lightly kicked the young man in the face - not to hurt him.

The latter jumped on his feet for a few moments, then limped after Marin.

"I remember back then, we were fighting Greenskins at the Chiyan Mountains in the east, I was just an adult at that time, and the veterans didn't believe that we could withstand Greenskin's assault and put us on the flanks, but they didn't expect Greenskin's piggyback boy to come at us." The master craftsman walked beside Marin and told his story: "At that time, my fellow men from my village and I stood there, shielded and alive against their charge, and we fought with axes, maces, and front-loading muskets and greenskins, and more than half of our companions died in that battle...... But we stayed there until our main force killed the main force of the Greenskins. ”

"Well, I know your martial bravery, Your Excellency the Great Craftsman." Marin nodded.

"No, I don't say this to show you martial arts, that's all the story of the past, the last time you fought the black orcs in the north, we only hated ourselves for not being there, if we could have had the musket you had back then, we wouldn't have sacrificed so much, Mr. Marin, do you know, my two brothers died there, only I survived......" As the underground waterway got closer and closer, the dwarf swept away his previous sadness, and he set up the square shield in his left hand, Placed the shotgun in his right hand on the hook of his shield.

"Stone Heart! Raise your shield! "The dwarves raise their shields in unison.

Marin pushed the two dwarves who wanted to protect him away and walked to the front of the group, Marin, who had switched to visual mode, looked at the tiny dots of light that lit up densely in the darkness and raised the firearm in his hand: "Our guests have come to welcome us." ”

"Guy who can't do it himself." The master craftsman squeezed in front of Marin and blocked Marin's right side with his shield.

The dwarves burst out of the darkness and burst into laughter at the sight of the ratmen, who were covered in blight cysts and holding large chains that looked like incense burners.

"I've never seen such a poor guy! They went to war wearing their shrouds! Old folks! Steady! Let's get our tall friends first! The master craftsman laughed as he loudly ordered his people not to fire.

And behind them, the young knights of the factory guard raised their rifles.

As the rats began to pick up speed, their guns rang out, and the ratmen fell in rows.

The Monk Rats, without any protective gear, were pierced by bullets and then fell, and the bullets continued to injure targets behind them after penetrating them.

The large-caliber full-power bullets implemented by Marin showed their lethality vividly at this moment.

Matilda's mech didn't shoot, because everything was under control.

The dwarves didn't shoot from head to tail until the last nezumi who looked bigger than its companion struggled to its feet, roared, and was knocked to the ground by a single shot from Marin—the sharp spikes fired from the arrows that smashed the nezumi into a blood gourd.

THE 40MM CALIBER SHELL WAS THROWN AND HIT THE HELMET OF A DWARF, WHO FELL TO THE GROUND WITHOUT A WORD.

The master craftsman examined the unlucky man, then looked at Marin: "I was just knocked unconscious." ”

The elven ambassador was laughing.

Then he was covered by his assistant.

Marin shook his head: "I'll still stand on the far right, so that the shell can only hit the wall if it is thrown." ”

Don't laugh at this time, at least not like the ambassador.