"Why, how could this happen?"
"Haha, it's better to know less about some things."
Gnoldor flicked his gray beard and sneered, and his thoughts returned to the scene in the Broken Tower. It spent three days arguing its interests and taking the dwarves back to the Eight Peaks Mountain. It analyzed the consequences of connecting the Southland with the old world, but it still received no response from the councilors.
Just when it was feeling disheartened, a terrifying tremor suddenly came from under its feet. The High Priest of Gray Claw pretended to be calm and steady at first, but as the Broken Tower began to tremble, the old rat was also ready to run away.
The councilors looked at each other, worried that they would be buried in the tower if they ran too slowly, and also worried that they would be tricked to death if they ran down the stairs in front of them. After looking at each other, no one dared to move their paws first.
At the critical moment, the evil bell above the head suddenly started chiming. The bell stopped ringing, but once it rang, the rats were dumbfounded and rang for eleven times before stopping. You know, according to legend, when the Skaven clan was born, the bells only rang thirteen times!
The chiming of the holy bell means that something earth-shattering for the entire Demon Rat Empire has happened. It is the first time for the junior members of the council to witness it with their own eyes. The power of the Horned Rat God spread through the sound of the bell, protecting the core of the Demonic Rat Abandoned City from the earthquake.
Before the High Priest of Gray Claw and the Chief Engineer Warlock of the Skryre Clan, which was headquartered in the Rat Waste City, could check how serious the damage was to other areas, the statue of the Horned Rat placed in the thirteenth seat burst into green light that filled the room - The horned evil god has arrived!
The Great Horned Rat briefly and concisely explained the cause of the earthquake - the new god of the dwarves, Krag. What worried him more than the new god coming to the throne of the order race that was hostile to the rat people was that the race that had entered the dusk was once again bursting out with new and vigorous forces. of vitality.
Combining the fragments of words revealed by other Chaos Evil Gods and the reports of Skaven himself, he deduced that the cause of all this was probably the new demigod named Snorri Thorson in the Southland.
Out of this concern, the Horned Rat personally instructed the Demon Rat Empire to provide help to the Moss clan. At worst, it would stifle the momentum of the dwarves' revival. At best, Snorri's head would be a satisfactory sacrifice to him.
"You, leave now!"
Gnoldor shook his head, raised his paw and pointed at the door. The big mouse leaned over to salute and left silently.
"Those four, are all four of you seated? It's time for me to show up."
Talking to himself, the leader of the Moss clan got up and walked into a secret passage that led directly to the main reception room at the lower level of Bafeng Mountain. The once most gorgeous hall in the Kingdom of the Mountains now exudes an evil nature. Green dimension stones have replaced the bright rubies and diamonds. As for the desecrated ancestor statues, every son of the mountains who sees them will want to pull them out. Bare your own beard.
"The coalition of bearded things and human things has crossed the river."
As Gnoldor took his seat, the next mouse, wrapped in a black cloak with only two eyes exposed, spoke. Its claws hidden in the cloak were always pressed on the handle of the knife at its waist, and its tail swayed unconsciously. These had become muscle memory.
"Too slow, they are too slow! The mushroom things on them will only deteriorate and deteriorate the blood! Demigods, demigods' flesh and blood, I can't wait!"
The mouse that answered the conversation chewed heavily while talking, and the other mice had to prick up their ears to hear what it was saying. This guy is Slott the Unclean One, the most notorious and craziest master of distortion in the Corrupt Clan.
It was tall, bloated, and incredibly fat, with three arms and its left eye replaced with a warpstone. It conducted a lot of experiments on itself, gaining a troll-like physique and regenerative abilities, as well as endless hunger.
"They, how long will it take for them to arrive? Give me, give me an exact time. The ceremony needs to be prepared in advance."
To Gnoldor's left, a gray prophet with ferocious horns on his head played with the crystal ball in his hand and asked. Among the several rats, it seemed to be the most normal, but the other rats seemed to want to keep a distance from it.
"My noble god, noble spokesperson, they will last ten days, maybe, maybe more, that Si, Snorri, be very cautious!"
"Hahaha! That's enough. I, Chuan Quello, will make those hairless people surrender and succumb to the wrath of the Horned Rat God!"
The Gray Prophet uttered arrogant words, but none of the mice sitting there laughed at him for overestimating his abilities. This Chuanquluo is a rising star of the Gray Prophet clan. Although he is young, it seems that the Horned Rat has special favors for him. Not only has his strength increased by leaps and bounds, but he has also escaped death several times.
"What I bring is the most outstanding technology, reserved for that bearded demigod! Don't expect to waste it on bastards. They, they don't deserve it!"
The "cyber" mouse who had been silent in the corner spoke last. It was covered in a set of exoskeleton armor, and the halberd leaning against the chair was flashing arcs of electricity from time to time.
"Sir Ictor-Claw, please, don't worry, our claws of the Moss clan will solve the problem, just like their ancestors!"
This Ict-Claw is the technical director of the Skryre clan and a legend of the Mouse Empire. As a member of the Thirteenth Council, Boss Gnoldor has to answer in person.
Its lifespan is long enough to rival that of the High Priest of Gray Claw. It participated in the Second Skaven Civil War, invented many best-selling war machines including the Great Wheel of Destruction, and is also a very skilled user of the Destruction System.
"Thank you, thank you all for coming. The era of rats will eventually come, and beards and beard things will be buried in Bafeng Mountain!"
After briefly checking on the combat readiness of the reinforcements from the four great clans, Gnoldor raised the dimensional stone wine glass on the table. The rat people have been trying to ingest warpstone in as "safe" a way as possible. Extraction with alcohol is a low-utilization but relatively safe method, and large clans cannot afford it on a daily basis.
The rat men moved nervously, but the Xie Yue tribe entrenched in the upper reaches of Bafeng Mountain remained "steady as Mount Tai". Iblit was not in a hurry. He and the dwarves knew how easy and difficult the Eight Peaks Mountain Fortress was to defend.
The old mouse of the Moss clan has repeatedly sent messengers. If he wants to worry about it, he can worry about it himself. Although the mouse has a small head, it has a lot of tricks inside. When it comes to grudges, compared to the Andegron clan who are often absent, there are more ratmen who have fought fiercely for thousands of years.
What about demigods? The pits and valleys are full of cubs swarming up, and it is impossible for him to kill all the night goblins. When the divine power is exhausted, even the true god will be doomed!
Compared to the army coming from the south, it was more interested in the increasingly fierce competition around Black Rock Castle. The lunatic who calls himself Green Seer claims that a black orc who pulls waaagh is Gorge's divine choice, but Iblit thinks he is more suitable.
I've been busy with interviews lately. . .
(End of chapter)
