"Okay, I'll accept your rat head."
As the engineer warlock stepped forward, the flames under Eski's feet extinguished.
The thick smoke and dust became relatively thin, perhaps due to the burning of the magical flames.
Esky could already see the seventh councilman lying on the ground.
"You damn white-haired rat of the Skry clan, I haven't lost yet!"
Strongly unwilling to stay in the hoarse and short words of the burned seventh council member, even the repeated sounds could not be coherently uttered.
But the armor heated by the flames was still burning the fur underneath, emitting an unpleasant smell of burnt protein.
To deal with the Engineer Warlock, the Seventh Councilor was certainly prepared to deal with fire and electricity. After all, fire and lightning were the specialty of Skaven spells, and the armor on his body specifically strengthened the resistance to both.
But why?
No one answered his question, so the engineering warlock walked into him and said.
"Yes, I am a white-haired rat, an engineering warlock of the Skry clan. I am the superior one above mediocre people like you who are destined to only be fuel in this life. Compared to you, I was born noble."
The metal solution that appeared out of thin air took shape in Eski's hands. It was in the shape of a two-handed sword, one and eight meters long, and the material was a simple composite carbon-iron alloy, that is, steel.
This is a two-handed sword temporarily formed by the metal wind, and it can last for about fifteen minutes.
Stroking the blade that did not need a whetstone to polish, the engineer warlock was sure that it could successfully cut off the seventh councilor's head.
Looking at the miserable seventh councilman who seemed to be about to die, Eski said again.
"The world operates according to common sense. All wishes that are not in line with common sense, even if they are realized, will be paid for elsewhere."
"You are a despicable Stormvermin from an ordinary clan, and you are trying to win the position of councilor after the engineer warlock of the Skryre clan was killed. You are lucky to be a councilor for a few days. Of course, you should end up now. Got it."
"Next life, no, you don't have a next life. May your soul be eaten in the realm of the horned rat."
As the Engineer Warlock's footsteps got closer and closer, the Storm Rat squirmed and retreated.
"No-No! I'm not willing to give in! There were obviously poisoned rats last night, why would the challenger be someone with your strength?"
As death approached, Storm Rat, who was about to become the former Seventh Councilor, roared unwillingly, and the hoarse overtone only intensified his anger.
The engineering warlock stopped and turned his head to look in the direction of the high platform, but the smoke had not dissipated yet, and he could not see the shadow of the great engineering warlock.
It turns out that the Great Engineer Warlock had someone poison him last night. Yes, he seemed to have indeed said this.
Was he given the gas bomb because he failed?
Thinking of this, he answered the seventh member's question.
"Probably because our Skry clan is very cautious. Even if we choose a higher seat, your life will only last a few more months before the next group of us arrives."
"Okay, go and die."
He inserted the spike on the tail of the staff into the ground, held the 1.8-meter long sword with both hands, and slashed it down, but the warlord blocked it faster with the arm armor with runes.
It seems that weapons made of steel still won't work.
The muscles in the engineer's eyes twitched.
Enduring the pain of being burned by the flames and blocking this attack, I have to say that such a desire to survive...
Um?
The rune on his hand conveyed a dangerous message, and Esky instinctively ducked back.
The serrated halberd with runes engraved on the head was tightly held in three pairs of hands wearing red armor.
Halberd? There are no runes on the hilt of the halberd. It seems that this weapon was used because of the lack of more enchanting money.
"Hey, you rats, the duel isn't over yet. If I want to kill you, it's best to wait until later."
The echoes and hisses in Esky's words continued to intimidate them.
The three rats looked at each other and then looked down at the white rat who was only 1.6 meters tall.
Even the sound of such a size cannot scare them.
They all saw the spell just now, but at this distance, any one of them was confident enough to prevent the engineering warlock from reciting the spell properly.
"Then you kill him first, and then we can kill you."
"Varied!"
The leading rat among them had his eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
The engineering warlock raised his staff and pointed it at him, or rather, the rat behind him.
The seventh councilman was still able to stand up. Even from such a distance, Eski could smell the scent of meat emanating from him.
The sword in his hand penetrated the breastplate of the rat in front of him. On the revealed sword tip, green runes emitted fluorescence. The parts near the wound quickly decayed, and the combined decay of metal and flesh gave off an unpleasant smell. the smell. .
The seventh councilman dragged his body back, and the smoke became thick again, making most places invisible.
"Just right."
The engineer warlock smiled and dug his claws into the ground.
Once again, the Jiao Yan Technique.
The bright yellow flame with a faint green light erupted again.
The smoke and dust were diluted again, and in the field of vision that could be seen again, the bodies of the three rats were burning.
"Three?"
The engineer's eyes searched everywhere, but to no avail.
The three bodies rolled in pain, and one of them seemed to have no strength to even roll.
Eski no longer waited for the sneak attack from the remaining one, and slashed down with his sword. The head of the Storm Rat, which was only a few steps away, rolled to the ground.
Without looking with his eyes, his intuition told him that it was above his head.
Block the sword upward.
The sound of gold and iron intersecting was accompanied by sparks, and Eski took the opportunity to lean over and face the enemy.
The engineer warlock raised his head and immediately realized that the blade of the sword was about to be cut off by the seventh councilman in front of him.
One finger holding the sword stretched out, and a green arc as thick as a thumb flashed out.
The arc of electricity hit the armor with green runes on his chest, causing a small explosion.
Following the force of the shock wave, the engineer warlock immediately took several steps back.
The engineering warlock's footsteps changed again, and he rushed to the staff that had been erected on the ground. Green light burst out, and white-green electricity filled the entire hall.
This was an expanded version of split destruction. The flesh and blood of all rats in the entire area began to be cut and separated from their bones by these powerful magical lightnings.
"it's over."
As he said this, the engineering warlock noticed that the chaos energy in his body, which was said to be the gift of the horned rat, was actually the bottom of the chaos energy that a rat of his special bloodline could slowly absorb.
There is no natural chaotic energy in the environment here.
Esky rushed forward and chopped off the head of the seventh councilman who was suffering from inhuman pain.
It's finally over.
The engineering warlock walked with a relaxed pace to the two storm rats that were not dead before, and cut off two more heads, and a miniature whirlwind was formed in Esky's hands.
It fell on the ground and expanded rapidly, blowing the smoke and dust in the area toward the dark ceiling, and then dissipated.
"It seems that the outcome has been decided, our Lord Engineer Warlock."
The gray prophet's pretentious and sinister rat language spread throughout the hall. He stared at the four heads below and said again.
"Three new challengers have been dedicated to the Horned Rat. Are there any other challengers?"
When he said the last words, the Gray Prophet fixed his eyes on the rats at the gate.
The rats are very crowded. Judging from the clan symbols and their performance, only one pointed-eared thing and a few storm rats around him belong to the engineering warlock.
The rest were some rats who still looked promising. Their armors had runes on them, although the runes were so rudimentary that the Gray Prophet wondered if some apprentice had tricked them.
The Gray Prophet pinched his beard. There was still more than an hour left, but he was in no hurry.
The new challengers at the gate glanced at each other, but no one took the lead to step forward. Who knows whether the rats, who are as natural as breathing to betray their companions, will follow their own path to success?
Upon seeing this, the engineering warlock sat on the body of the seventh councilman and began to restore his physical strength and magic power.
The tallest rats gritted their teeth and walked into the hall.
Although there are several disadvantages to starting now, there will be more than a dozen disadvantages after waiting for tens of minutes.
Even when they enter the arena, they always look sideways at the rats behind them who may backstab them at any time.
Perhaps they gave up despite being heavily guarded, or perhaps they themselves thought it was impossible to defeat the engineering warlock alone. These rats followed the big rat obediently, staring at the engineering warlock fiercely.
"And that's all?"
The engineering warlock opened his eyes, and a bright blue light bloomed, but it disappeared in the next moment.
That is the effect of the spell of the Winds of Heaven.
"I sincerely pray to the Horned Rat that my body may be bathed in your blood!"
The Storm Rats saw only an afterimage of red light flying towards them.
The sword light cut off dazzling sparks on the first rat's breastplate. It just slid and the sword tip was aimed at the gap on the neck, trying to penetrate.
But because the sword was too long, the engineer's intention failed.
Behind the scenes, other rats also attacked.
Left, right, up and down, there is no room to dodge.
Is this the effect of multiplayer combat?
No need to dodge, though.
Eski's right hind paw suddenly lifted up, and he leaned down at a strange angle, grabbing the right paw of the rat that had just been attacked with both claws.
In the air, relying on the power of his waist and abdominal muscles, he kicked his legs violently towards the rats attacking on the right.
Everything happened in an instant, and Eski's weird and flexible movements made all the rats unable to react.
"Why do I feel like I'm wearing something with pointed ears?"
Said a storm rat who was kicked out.
Eski's face was expressionless, his eyes flashing scarlet through the green observer. He let go of the Storm Rat's arm armor and kicked it, and wrapped his tail around the dagger that was about to fall.
With a strong fishy smell, the engineering warlock grabbed his waist and walked around his back, holding the sword blade with both hands, and penetrated the sharp blade deeply into the Storm Rat's body from the weak point on his neck.
The rat, whose heart and lungs were severely damaged, immediately fell forward. With a kick from his back, the engineering warlock turned over and landed two meters behind him.
Due to the high-speed movement just now, Esky's clothes could not withstand the force and tore apart. The originally white robe turned into tattered white strips.
Following the wound just now, the rat's blood flowed on the ground like water from a spring, dyeing the gray soil into a black-like red. The smell of blood spread around, making the red light in the engineering warlock's eyes brighter.
The rats did not stop attacking the engineering warlocks. If this situation did not continue, they would all be dead soon.
Abandoning companions would only be done when there was a way to survive, not in this situation.
The two-handed sword just now has been left in the Storm Rat's body, and only the short sword curled around the tail is left in the engineer's warlock's hand.
Well, there is a chance.
Imitate the same look again.
The difference this time was that not only were the engineers in front of the warlock attacked simultaneously from all directions, but the rats that circled to the rear on both sides also started attacking along with the ones in front.
Front, center, left, right, up and down, six directions, thirteen simultaneous attacks.
The high-speed movement of his eyes and body allowed Esky to quickly figure out the number of this attack.
"Curse you, you damn bastards."
Esky cursed, a faint green light appeared in his eyes.
It is true that he has no way to continuously avoid such attacks from all directions, but...
With a bang, a cloud of smoke exploded, covering the place where the engineering warlock was, followed closely by the sound of gold and iron intersecting inside.
"That's it."
The voice of the engineering warlock came from behind the mice who had just crossed their weapons and missed the engineering warlock at all.
Before they could turn around, they heard the sound of something falling into the dirt, followed by the sound of breaking glass coming from that direction.
On the high platform, the Gray Prophet stood up.
An imperceptible ripple of green separated this place from below.
He could already tell what the sudden, eye-catching green mist that quickly turned into orange mist was.
"At this time? It seems that I still can't bear to part with the dimension stone."
The Great Engineer Warlock picked up the snuff and smelled it. Inside the carved copper ornaments was a group of gray-green substance. The aroma of the dimension stone made the Great Engineer Warlock's brain feel warm and comfortable, he said.
"It's still a long time coming."
The magic power of the warpstone is enough to support the engineering warlocks for a long time. He does not think that any engineering warlock of the Skry clan will fail in front of these lowly gadgets.
In the smoke, the engineering warlock looked at the rats inhaling the poisonous gas through the observer, and slightly straightened his gas mask disguised as a breathing mask.
Around Esky, the Storm Rats covered their necks with difficulty, and some of them, perhaps weak, were already kneeling on the ground, slapping the ground in vain.
