"Short-sighted!" Klitslik became angrier as he thought about it. He believed that he was the only Skaven loyal to the Horned Rat God. The other Gray Seers in the clan either fought among themselves or, ahem, stared at its location.
We always like to be nostalgic when we get older. Humans are like this, and mice are no exception. Klitslik recalled how when he was young, he had made himself the only candidate for the position of high priest without leaving any trace, and how he had fought hard against the Pestilen clan, making them suffer from both sides like a bellows. Dare to be angry but dare not speak.
This is the case with the rats. The high priest of Gray Claw, who stands at the pinnacle of power, calls for an end to internal fighting and maintains unity, while internally suppressing the Gray Prophets who challenge his position; externally suppressing other clans that challenge the authority of the Gray Prophet clan, while the rats below are also Why don't you imitate others?
"Everyone, what do you mean?" The bell rang again, which brought Klitslik back to his senses from the memories of the turbulent years. He knocked on the table with the scepter in his hand to signal to stop the discussion.
The congressmen who had been chatting animatedly suddenly fell silent. They began to look at each other, and no one was willing to speak. This is the first rule of the Thirteenth Council, and we will never express our position clearly.
"You, what do you think?" The high priest was obviously used to all this. He nodded at the fourth seat of the parliament, a black-haired mouse that looked very powerful. Even if it deliberately hunched its back, it looked taller than the members on both sides. cut.
"In the name of the Horned Rat God, bearded thing, die! die!" This is the commander-in-chief of the Pasclit Skaven army, currently the most capable and skilled war commander. But being able to sit in the fourth seat clearly shows that he is not a reckless person.
"I, I believe, Moss, the Moss clan can solve it on its own, solve them! Gonodor doesn't like it, doesn't like others snatching its prey!"
As the Demon Rat Commander spoke, the members looked at the vacant eighth seat. The elder of the Moss clan did not come to the meeting. The apparent reason was that it was located in the Southern Badlands, with high mountains and long roads, making it inconvenient to travel. However, in the eyes of the High Priest Gray Claw, this was a great disrespect to the Rat God and its own rat.
"You, you are so right!"
"I, Kashric, agree, I agree with you!"
As soon as they saw a rat firing a cannon, the congressmen immediately stopped being silent and started to show respect to each other. Pasclit's words sounded nice, but the implication was that he would not give additional support to the Moss clan, which was in line with other councilors' ideas of weakening the upstarts.
Klitslik thought about what happened recently. The "strong man", a crony it sent to "provide magical support" to the Moss clan, "accidentally" died in a battle, which prompted it to finally make up its mind. .
"I, I agree too!"
Of course Snorri didn't know about the discussion that took place in the Demonic Rat Abandoned City. He traveled unimpeded, up the Great Styx, and came to Khemri again. The Immortal Emperor, who had received the news in advance, personally came out to greet him and invited the King of the Southland to ride with him in the chariot that shone with magical flames and carried the blessings of the Nehekhara gods.
"Give me a seat!"
Entering the main tomb of the Great Pyramid, Snorri's treatment this time was very different from a few years ago. Of course Snorri knew that this was not because Settra suddenly changed his gender, but because the strength he had shown was worthy of the respect of the King of Nehekhara.
"From what I've seen, you look like an ancestor!"
After unboxing and inspecting the two grimoires, the Lord of the Sand Sea sighed. Since waking up, he has been trying to find the Nine Scrolls of Nagash and suppress them, but he has never been able to do so.
From telling Snorri to the two grimoires being delivered to him, it was just a short break for the immortal Tomb Kings. How could the King of Kings not be amazed by this?
After getting the two promised artifact fragments, Snorri's heart was relieved. He was not worried that Settra would break his promise, but that he was worried that Black Arkhan would come out with an army of the dead after learning the news.
But it seems that Snorri's worries are unnecessary. The necromancers and vampires in the old world desire the nine volumes to increase their power, but Arkhan wants to resurrect the Lord of the Undead. No guy who is strong enough wants to find a master to ride on his head.
On the basis of the original non-aggression treaty, Snorri and Settra further reached a military agreement, but the enemies of the joint confrontation were limited to Nagash's vampires and the Tomb King's minions.
After leaving Khemri, Snorri then led his team back. Everything was normal in the Red Cloud Mountain Fortress. The King of the Southland gave further instructions on reconnaissance and infiltration to the north, and left Gotrek in charge of this task.
The son of Greni has made great achievements in his battle with the vampire pirates, but this will only be the continuation of his story. Snorri knew that the power contained in this young man's body was not just as simple as cutting down a riddled undead colossus and killing half a team of deep-sea guards.
Passing through Coffin Canyon, Snorri saw that the construction site under Spider Web Mountain was still in full swing, and the railway had extended further than when he left. According to estimates, it may take another three years to completely penetrate it, but only two years may be enough to repair the section up to the Demon Slayer Castle.
"My lord, things are not going well."
There was still one day's journey from Demon Slayer Castle, West Factory Governor Andermg sneaked into Snorri's tent.
"How to say?"
"We lack the power to fight against the caster. The corpse pit is not peaceful. The undead creature Henry De cleared it quite smoothly, but we suspect that corruption is secretly spreading."
"Corruption?" Snorri frowned, "What did I say? Kill first and tell later, royal authority!"
"But, there is always a process of human beings' depravity! Some of them may still be saved, so why don't they just kill them?" Andermg scratched his head. He was not a cold-blooded and murderous person.
"Well, that's good!" Snorri also nodded. He had indeed simplified many issues.
"Friends from the Church of Sigmar are here. Go and contact His Majesty King Casmir VII and borrow some of his power. When the rune blacksmith apprentices have enough, we will allocate some to you."
After entering the city, Snorri found that there was indeed something wrong with the situation here. The Lady of the Lake's faith had not been extended to the common people, and evil gods and cults were breeding. Fortunately, everything was still under control.
Snorri relied on the help of the system to quickly clear out some gathering places. Casmir VII chose the center of the Lost Plateau as his base. The Dwarf King allocated a large area in the center of the city to him for the construction of a church. .
In Pope Sigmar's plan, Southland should be treated as a separate diocese, and the cathedral built must follow the highest standards. Snorri had no objection to this, and it might also stimulate the Lake Goddess to invest more power.
