On the steep mountain peak with a height of about 800 meters from the ground, exposed black stones exposed sections of broken bones that seemed to have been eaten by something.
A swarm of rats - not Skaven, but real rats - with glowing red eyes, gnawed at any scraps of flesh left on the bones.
Eski knows this method, and he can use it, but in terms of proficiency, he is far inferior to those Gray Prophets - out of the need to observe the battle situation, the engineering warlock is observing the battlefield from the cracks in the stone.
Although, he himself knew that this approach was pure self-deception.
But maybe this humble approach will make Nagash not care about this little mouse?
Ten minutes had passed just now, but there was still a distance of two hundred meters between the Rats' front and the Nagash army's front.
Upon closer inspection, Skaven's military formation was slowly advancing forward on the ground at a speed that seemed to be crawling.
Following the direction they were heading was the throne that Nagash had lifted up from the undead.
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Dividing line
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Nagash looked down at the rats.
This senseless war has been going on for more than fifty years, and the damn rats still can't realize that even if it continues for hundreds more years, they won't be able to win the war?
Continuously attacking every day, all his energy and precious magic power collected were wasted on places like the battlefield.
Whether it is the experiment he wants to do or the magic ritual he wants to perform, there is no way to proceed smoothly.
It was easy to kill the tens of thousands of rats in front of him, as long as he was willing to waste the precious magic power he collected, but so what?
Nothing more than precious magic used in rituals, exchanged for the lives of some filthy rats.
He had done such a stupid thing before. After leaving corpses on the ground, these rats seemed to be able to grow in the soil, popping out one after another.
These dirty repellents are distributed in every corner of the world that he knows. Presumably, no one can really kill these things.
"Kill! Kill!"
The rat in the front row was pushed forward by the rat in the back row with tears streaming down his face.
The space behind and to the left and right are occupied by crowded Skaven elite storm rats. These low-level clan rats can only move towards the phalanx of undead and humans step by step.
Nagash raised his hand and waved it down.
Bones and corpses spread slowly down the mountain like a tide.
Of course he knew what the rats wanted.
The place is now called Nagashzar, which means the Glory of Nagash in Nehekhara.
But in the past, in the language of the barbarians, this place was called Kad-Tul-Megolan, which means, Throne of the Heavens.
It is a place used to offer sacrifices to the "Sky Stone".
What Rat Man made was the sky stone.
Inlaid behind the mountain are more dimension stones than the entire mountain.
However, that piece of dimensional stone played a very important role in Nagash's research and the magic ritual of becoming a god. He would not give it to anyone, let alone a group of lowly rats.
The bone tide and the rat-man army soon came into contact.
Although the weapons and armor of the Skaven are better than this group of bones and rotten flesh.
However, under the tidal wave of impact, the heavily armored rats began to lose their lives one after another, either by blades piercing through the gaps between the armors, or by kitchen knives after falling to the ground.
After suffering more than a hundred casualties, the line of tens of thousands of Skaven troops collapsed.
The Storm Rat took the lead and moved quickly towards the bottom of the mountain, perhaps by running or rolling.
With their departure, the clan rats who were forced to fight to the death on the front line also lost the threat of death from the rear and began to try to leave the battlefield in the same way.
Both the Storm Rat and the Clan Rat, as if they wished they didn't have an extra pair of claws, used their hands and feet to quickly escape back to the front line at the foot of the mountain.
The chaos lasted for more than ten minutes. After the supervising team chopped off the heads of dozens of rats, they finally managed to maintain the front line at the foot of the mountain.
The controlled rats were still eating and destroying the corpses to prevent these fresh things from being used by Nagash.
"What the hell kind of morale is this!"
The engineer warlock cursed, completely forgetting who was still hiding behind the pile of rocks even though they were three kilometers away.
==Not finished yet, right away.
Continuously attacking every day, all his energy and precious magic power collected were wasted on places like the battlefield.
Whether it is the experiment he wants to do or the magic ritual he wants to perform, there is no way to proceed smoothly.
It was easy to kill the tens of thousands of rats in front of him, as long as he was willing to waste the precious magic power he collected, but so what?
Nothing more than precious magic used in rituals, exchanged for the lives of some filthy rats.
He had done such a stupid thing before. After leaving corpses on the ground, these rats seemed to be able to grow in the soil, popping out one after another.
These dirty repellents are distributed in every corner of the world that he knows. Presumably, no one can really kill these things.
"Kill! Kill!"
The rat in the front row was pushed forward by the rat in the back row with tears streaming down his face.
The space behind and to the left and right are occupied by crowded Skaven elite storm rats. These low-level clan rats can only move towards the phalanx of undead and humans step by step.
Nagash raised his hand and waved it down.
Bones and corpses spread slowly down the mountain like a tide.
Of course he knew what the rats wanted.
The place is now called Nagashzar, which means the Glory of Nagash in Nehekhara.
But in the past, in the language of the barbarians, this place was called Kad-Tul-Megolan, which means, Throne of the Heavens.
It is a place used to offer sacrifices to the "Sky Stone".
What Rat Man made was the sky stone.
Inlaid behind the mountain are more dimension stones than the entire mountain.
However, that piece of dimensional stone played a very important role in Nagash's research and the magic ritual of becoming a god. He would not give it to anyone, let alone a group of lowly rats.
The bone tide and the rat-man army soon came into contact.
Although the weapons and armor of the Skaven are better than this group of bones and rotten flesh.
However, under the tidal wave of impact, the heavily armored rats began to lose their lives one after another, either by blades piercing through the gaps between the armors, or by kitchen knives after falling to the ground.
After suffering more than a hundred casualties, the line of tens of thousands of Skaven troops collapsed.
The Storm Rat took the lead and moved quickly towards the bottom of the mountain, perhaps by running or rolling.
With their departure, the clan rats who were forced to fight to the death on the front line also lost the threat of death from the rear and began to try to leave the battlefield in the same way.
Both the Storm Rat and the Clan Rat, as if they wished they didn't have an extra pair of claws, used their hands and feet to quickly escape back to the front line at the foot of the mountain.
The chaos lasted for more than ten minutes. After the supervising team chopped off the heads of dozens of rats, they finally managed to maintain the front line at the foot of the mountain.
The controlled rats were still eating and destroying the corpses to prevent these fresh things from being used by Nagash.
"What the hell kind of morale is this!"
The engineer warlock cursed, completely forgetting who was still hiding behind the pile of rocks even though they were three kilometers away.
