The reward for clearing the tunnels under Middleheim of Skaven rats and other criminals was its own reward, but the local Wizard Guild bestowed me with three weeks of intense lessons from their Magister.

Three weeks meant I could learn the basics of three new Battle spells, the most important being Accelerate Time, which didn't do that, but granted me a 50% speed boost. Or I could cast it on someone else too, as a buff. Regular people gained 100% speed boost, but they were also much slower anyway so it was kinda fair.

The next spell was called Blast, which also didn't blast anything, instead shooting a stream of magic missiles that could be spread out to strike a group, or a single target. Using an entire week to train only this spell in the Middle Mountains reduced the local monsters and Beastmen by half, since my mana didn't exactly drain, or perhaps regenerated much faster that I could spend it.

Either way, the incursion in the mountains provoked a Black Dragon to come and chase me, which didn't go as well as I thought. Perhaps Jet wasn't the best example of a Dragon, but this Black one was nigh-immune to magic and could spit streams of corrosive acid just like a Zombie Dragon.

He wasn't immune to the Unbreakable club, but my club wasn't immune either. Its perfect baseball-bat shape now changed into a gnarly mess of metal. At least it didn't break.

Finally, the last spell was called Conjure Servitor, which also didn't summon a nice butler from another plane of existence. Instead, it allowed me to animate a bunch of wood, ropes and metal bits and make it into a golem...which wasn't strong at all. I mean, it was stronger than a human, but that wasn't saying much. I'll need to speak with my Runesmith friend and try to obtain some better materials for a nicer golem.

Instead, my Imperial Dragon learned a single spell here, called Drain Magic. Which did exactly what the name did, and more. Not only did it suck the magic of out someone, but it also added it do himself. So unfair!

Anyways, we then followed the rat tunnel down South to Talebheim and massacred the rats and their magical Seers much easier, since we caught them by surprise, and Jet was quite useful now, even draining a Grey Seer by himself. Turns out, without mana a Grey Seer is just a weak rat that was a mere snack for my Dragon.

The huge rats tunnels linking the provincial capitals gave me an idea for later, since they could be used as bomb shelters, warehouses and even metro lines once enough Steam trains could be obtained. Much easier to secure too, without the threat of monsters breaking the train lines and derailing our trains. There would also be room for normal roads and perhaps underground rivers being converted into channels for trade boats.

In Marienburg, things got worse, since the Skaven were alerted and rushed out into the streets and channels of the city, causing a fierce fight with the militia and the Imperial Garrison. However, the Navy was also prepared and armed with guns and cannons, and the channels allowed the ships to navigate from battle to battle like huge tanks.

Once the rat caverns were cleared, the city received a huge boon, since the population now had a place to expand, from housing to warehouses and even shops and some industries that didn't require fire, like textiles and so on.

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More work for me, clearing out warpstone and other toxic sludge left by the rats, but with my speed boost I finished cleaning up just in time to reach Nuln and the Gold Order's armies prepared here under Baltzar Gelt.

"Warden of the South" I said in a polite voice.

The golden mask nodded at me. "Warden of the East, and Jet Goldenweave. A pleasure to meet the Imperial Dragon." the Gold Patriach answered in a strange voice, while his mask stared at my Dragon for too long. Hmmm.

"Make him a nicer robe, Jet. Painted silk is not enough for the Warden of the South." I urged my Dragon with a friendly elbow to his ribs. They didn't break, so he should be fine.

Jet rubbed his ribs while casting Cure Wounds on himself, then raised a claw and produced another wonderful miracle for the Gold Wizard.

Then my Dragon froze for a second, and focused his gaze at another Gold Wizard waiting in the ranks. 'Warden, that man...'

I moved and grabbed the target by his neck, just as the fallen Wizard revealed his Chaos magic and summoned a three-headed dog daemon.

"Too late, mortals!Lord Karanak will feast on your bones!" the Chaos cultist yelled and then died as I snapped his spine. Even with my speed, I was still too slow.

"...Not again" I heard Gelt mutter in a sad voice.

Jet blurred into battle, smashing the daemon hound with his claw and launching it into the air, while growling at me: 'Let me deal with this daemon!'

I stepped back beside Gelt, and watched the airbattle with interest. My Dragon was armored and warded, and using his Drain to power up powerful molten claws that ripped through the screaming daemon. "I hope the dead guy wasn't the next Gold Patriarch..." I whispered with a bit of irony.

"Who? Ah, Ricart Drallborg was not that good. Not even a Magister after 100 years in the Order." Gelt answered after a second.

"Too bad then. I'll dive into the caverns now." I spoke with a careless glance at the Imperial Dragon, and then pushed down straight through the plaza and the bedrock. To be fair, normal rock was just as easy to move through as water for me, barely slowing me down as I drilled through and emerged into the giant caverns below.

"Blast!" "Blast!""Blast!""Blast!""Blast!""Blast!""Blast!""Blast!""Blast!""Blast!""Blast!""Blast!""Blast!""Blast!""Blast!""Blast!""Blast!""Blast!""Blast!""Blast!""Blast!"

A thousand spells later, most of the Skaven were dead and burning, leaving only their mages and the Warp-constructs to deal with.

A Grey Seer emerged behind me from a shadow and tried to stab me with a oily dagger, but I was in Accelerated Time now, and circled his paw with my aikido move, then returned the dagger into his neck. For a second, the Seer glared at me with hate, then melted into a puddle of acid and poison. Uh, nasty stuff on that dagger.

Another rat mage pointed an emerald glowing staff at me, so I threw the same dagger into his belly. He also melted.

A dozen Warp Cannons fired their beams at me, but I was already flying away. Damn Skaven!