Chapter 1175, The Destruction of Miragliano

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Miragliano, the capital of art, the fashion and art center of the old world, a famous historical and cultural city, and the four major economic and trade centers of the old world (Marienburg, Magritte, Haimenguan and Pordero), has its own most A proud historical symbol of culture and civilization.

As we all know, the settlements of most people in the old world were actually built on the ruins of the elves, and Tyrell was no exception, but Miragliano is indeed not a relic of the elf empire. After the destruction of Titus (now the Skaven Demon City), it moved eastward and established a settlement in Miragliano.

In all fairness, Miragliano is not considered a very safe place. In the north, the city often faces territorial claims from the greedy Britannian knights. Due to some historical reasons that cannot be verified , the empire and Britannia often have nobles who declare themselves to be the orthodox heirs of Miragliano and initiate wars of claim.

In addition to the northern threat, the Blighted Marshes in the west are often infested with rats as large as two-thirds, although Tyrell scholars have repeatedly studied that there may be a creature called "Skaven" exist, but these scholars are either easy to die accidentally or the documents are particularly easy to lose, so the research on the Skaven was finally interrupted after a large-scale plague in 1812 in the imperial calendar. Even so, Miragliano’s The "rat extermination brigade", also known as the "professional rat catching team", was called up to deal with these "giant rats".

In the season of early spring, Miragliano, which is located further south, has woken up from the winter. The whole city is as prosperous and full of vitality as ever. Travelers, adventurers, mercenaries, and merchants from all over the world gather in Miragliano Lian Nuo, started a new day of activities.

It is true that all kinds of information are constantly coming to Tyrell from all directions. For example, the Chaos army in the north has entered Kislev, and Manfred, the Elector of Sylvania, announced that The independence of the empire, and for example, the Bretons seem to have won a big battle with the sharp ears recently. As the economic and trade center of the old world, the Tyrells naturally know these things.

But knowing this is one thing, and whether they really care about it is another matter. Facts have proved that the Tyrells really don't care about these things. The serious disaster was an inexplicable large-scale plague that took away two-thirds of the population, and the city was never seriously threatened or fell.

Especially in the year 2000 of the imperial calendar, after the famous engineer Leonardo Miragliano became famous all over the world, Miragliano's defense became more and more solid, the city's trenches were wide and deep, and the city walls were also destroyed. Specially designed to maximize the defense bombardment positions, these projects were also designed by the genius Leonardo, this is his last masterpiece before he went to the emperor to serve the empire.

After that, the successive princes of Milagliano continued to strengthen the city defense, which made everyone have absolute confidence in the city.

The Yankee problem, the Empire and Mrs. Keesler and the Bretons would take care of it.

None of our business?

Keep playing, keep dancing~

In the "Red Devil" bar in Miragliano, a group of people are singing loudly. They are nobles from the empire. The leader is the Duke of the Empire, Leopold von Stroheim. Aged, a Duke of Wissenland, due to dissatisfaction with the military control of Emmanuelle, the Duchess of the Empire, and the house raids of Baron Frederick, Duke Leopold chose to live in Tyrell, where he wants to live. freedom of.

Those who mixed with Duke Leopold were a group of children of military nobles from the empire. As children of military nobles, they were in such a dark environment surrounded by enemies. Naturally, they were not trash who had never been on the battlefield. Hedonistic, they hated Noor's curfew and military order, the restrictions on booze and entertainment of all kinds.

"For the freedom!" Duke Leopold raised his glass and laughed heartily: "My lords! For the freedom!"

"Cheers to freedom!" All the children of military nobles and Tyrell's mercenary leaders raised their glasses together. The scene was very lively. People were eating steak and drinking wine together, and there was even a mercenary from Araby. The captain of the army, Qusay-Mustafa, a Pasha of Araby, the leader of the legendary Arabian mercenary group Sipahi Heavy Cavalry, Mustafa accepted the employment of Duke Leopold this time, Responsible for protecting the safety of this group of people, upon hearing what Duke Leopold said, the elegant Mustafa, wrapped in a white scarf and hanging a scimitar on his waist, spread out his hands: "?erefe!"

"?erefe!" The Arabian Sipahi heavy cavalry present raised their glasses one after another.

On the stage of the bar, a famous singer is singing a popular song "The Wind Rises".

"I used to be unable to extricate myself from the size of the world, and I also wanted to make this good story come true~"

"No truth or falsehood left~ no struggle~ love~ him~"

"You have entrusted half of your life to her and dedicated a country to her~"

"Whatever moves your heart, let's go with the wind~"

"Good! Good!" The group of people applauded wildly, drunk and happy.

"Fuck, shit, damn Ryan, not only slept with our Countess, but also didn't want to marry her! The Countess even foolishly agreed, why can't I encounter such a good thing?" Duke Leopold Already a little dizzy, it shook its head: "Chapuk? Why is it so noisy outside?"

"My lord duke, there are mainly a group of Amazon women outside, arguing with the guards, they seem to be anxious to say something, but there is no translator, who can understand what this group of savages in the rainforest are talking about? "His personal guard came in from the outside and said helplessly: "It's late at night, so late, where can I find an interpreter?"

"What a noise! ​​Take these pieces of meat and bones and tell them to get out!" roared the Duke.

"yes!"

After a while, the group of Amazon women really left in a huff, and everyone didn't continue to care, but continued to enjoy the moment of happiness.

A few hours later, the time came to midnight, and the evil moon Moslib had never been so bright and dazzling as it is today, shrouding Miragliano under the moonlight.

In the dark slums, the dirty sewers, the branches of the river, and the hidden corners of the city, something seems to be moving.

Damn rats! The rat extermination brigade in Miragliano City was mobilized under complaints from the citizens and mercenary chiefs, and several teams left successively amidst complaints about overtime work and bargaining over wages.

Then no one saw them again, and the commotion in the dark continued.

Just as Duke Leopold was about to drink Dadan with his friends, a strange bell was ringing.

"Boom~boom~boom~"

The sound of the bell disrupted the rhythm of the band and the diva, and the wonderful music became harsh. Duke Leopold threw the silver tableware on the ground in anger, got up and kicked open the door of the tavern, cursing: "Charlemagne My dick, are these nannies sick? It’s already midnight, and I’m going to ring your mother’s clock?!”

"yes yes~"

"yes yes yes yes yes"

"yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes ~"

"dododododododo~"

"diedieediediediedie~"

Before the Duke could say anything more, a rat that was bigger than a bowl ran past him. The furious Duke lifted up his foot and crushed the rat directly. The blood and viscera were so cheap that his trousers and boot soles were everywhere. Both: "Damnit!"

"Good!" The children of military nobles who were watching the Duke's performance applauded and applauded.

However, the next scene made everyone's applause disappear instantly.

From the mouth of the sewer, from within the river, from all kinds of dark passages, from the dark corners of the slums to the holes and cracks in the walls.

Countless swarms of rats poured out, forming a torrent of gray, brown, and black. At first there were only three or five, then a dozen, and then hundreds. Streets and buildings flooded.

Duke Leopold shuddered suddenly. He was sober. Although he was a hedonist, he still had the muscle memory of serving in Wessenland and the Nuer army. The Duke turned back and ran into the bar. Kick the door and immediately block the door with a table: "Brothers! The situation is not good, copy the guy! Prepare to fight!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh!" Among the large group of children of military nobles in the room, who has never been on the battlefield? One by one 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, loaded their muskets, prepared their armor, and drew their scimitars.

The shopkeepers, waiters, bands, and divas in the house screamed and tried to escape, but soon they found that there was a wave of rats everywhere.

Miragliano woke up, and people ran for their lives in panic and screaming. At first, some people tried to deal with the rats. They used sticks, shovels, pitchforks and spears, and even stomped them with their feet and smashed them with their fists.

Maybe this can kill one or two mice, but more mice will rush to people along the trouser legs and sticks, and bite down with their sharp front teeth, piercing the skin and feasting on flesh and blood.

The rats bit off their fingers, eyes, and ears, and then these people were submerged in the rat tide, and within two minutes, only a bone remained.

Where have southerners seen such a scene? The long-lived Tyrells were already so frightened that their feet trembled and they were at a loss. They scrambled to close the doors and windows, and hid under cabinets or tables, shivering, and turned towards the war goddess they believed in, Mirmidi. Pray to Ya, Valenna, the goddess of justice, or the native gods of Tyrell.

"Dong dong dong~" The door was shaking vigorously. Duke Leopold and others finally finished dressing. When Mustafa tried to open the door, as the door bounced open, hundreds of rats rushed in. !

"Let go!" The Duke ordered immediately, and the children of military nobles held incendiary bottles made on-site with alcohol and rags in their hands, and threw them towards the door. In an instant, hundreds of mice were engulfed in flames! Burn to ashes in the purification of flames!

"For Charlemagne, for the empire!" The Duke was wearing the freshly made full-body plate armor of Miragliano, and holding up the steel long sword in his hand, he was the first to rush out of the bar gate. A dozen mice were chopped in two.

"Kill! Kill the rats!" The children of military aristocrats and Arabi's mercenaries all received professional military training. They rushed out of the bar and killed the rats indiscriminately. These rats bullied It was okay to bully civilians, but naturally there was no chance to deal with these professional soldiers. In less than ten minutes, the nearby rat swarm was almost wiped out, and the remaining rats did not dare to approach.

"Damn it! Damn it! What the hell is going on here? Where are there so many rats?" Duke Leopold pierced a rat with a sword, looked up and was stunned.

The whole city is burning, and more skaven armies have appeared.

The first thing that appeared were groups of slave rats. These low-level ratmen who were frantically hungry often only had a long gun or a knife in their hands, but they were the craziest and hungriest ones. In the urban area of ​​Miragliano, as long as they see anything that can be eaten, they will scramble to rush up, food, livestock, humans, and even leather products and straw. The strong hunger is the only factor that prompts them to act. Wherever it passes, there are only bones and hollows.

Of course, a mob is a mob, and as long as their ferocity and cruelty meet the slightest decent resistance, they will collapse and scatter for their lives.

Milagre promised peace for a long time, and the city guards were still preparing to fight inside the city walls and barracks. Some of the guards had already reacted, but they were far from saving the city. However, there were some prestigious mercenary groups in the city. The reaction of these mercenary regiments was even faster than the defenders in the city. They used buildings, manors, and temples as their defense system and began to resist.

All this was not in the slightest as expected by Pascrilt, the Skaven Rat Marshal who was in charge of Tyrell's attack.

"Yes~ yes, humans, human things, delicious, delicious~"

The battle flag was waved, and the new Skaven army was dispatched.

After hundreds of teams of slave rats, there are a huge number of clan rats. These rat people have begun to have rune shields, decent weapons and simple armor. The human army in resistance.

"Let's light the fire~ Let's bring some wind~"

Squad after squad of Skaven warpstone flamethrowers showed up and they started setting fire to all the buildings in the city with warpstone flames, and then the wind grenaderers, these skaven rats with gas mask faces People smashed glass balls filled with plague gas from the Pestilens clan into the buildings one after another. As long as the trapped people breathed the poisonous gas, red spots and festers would appear all over their bodies, and they would soon lose their fighting ability and become A delicious meal for the Ratmen.

The gutter-running rats of the Eshin family moved quickly through the gaps in the building, looking for a suitable target.

Of course, the Mo De family also had to contribute. As the ground exploded one after another, a rat troll jumped out of the hole, smashing the human soldiers into a pulp with one punch.

"For the Council of Thirteen! For the Horned Rat!" General Marshal Pascalite spread his arms, and Xieyue Mosrib shone brightly: "Yes~yes! Let us burn, burn, burn this city to ashes !"

"Humans play, play! No, hairless guy, all die, die!"