"In fact, before I came here, I had already used this weapon to destroy the pointy-eared warship. You should be able to confirm this information through the Scurvy Clan's channels."
"The Scurvy Clan?"
Ikrit had not heard the name of this clan for a long time.
After all, those guys were just cowardly bastards who only plundered on the western sea and did not dare to enter the eastern sea at all.
If he could have the support of the fleet in the Sour Sea, he wouldn't have to fight so hard before.
However, even he knows the power of the Pointed-Ear Fleet. This weapon has been used before, and it sounds very powerful...
The fingers on his paws rubbed each other, and finally Ikrit made up his mind.
"I can provide materials and funds, but this matter must be done after all my men have become armored soldiers."
"Okay, okay, noble Lord Ikrit."
Eski picked up the wine glass and drank the black liquid in the glass.
The slave rat quickly filled the liquid in the cup for him, and everyone's eyes were intertwined with him again, and he continued.
"However, I have to make it clear that if we do it after that, we may not be able to catch up with this operation."
"It doesn't matter, as long as it's something that can handle that stickman weirdo."
The old warlord waved his paw to show that he didn't care.
If he could kill the Gray Prophet Staden immediately, the Gray Prophet Werski beside him, and the stickman weirdo, it would certainly be very beneficial to him.
But precisely because he has these needs, he knows how difficult these things are, especially the stickman weirdo.
Ikrit cursed his enemies and his accomplices viciously in his heart, and the shrill mocking voice of the gods seemed to be heard in the void.
His instinct told him that this kind of ridicule seemed to be beneficial to him.
Welski seemed to feel something, and looked at Ikrit with no movement between his brows.
In the second sight, the magical green energy penetrated into the old warlord's body as if it appeared out of thin air.
This situation was just like what he saw when listening to Quickwall's prophecy, but it was different.
Is this a sign of the Horned Rat's interference?
Thinking of this, he asked.
"Where's Quickwall? Where's that old madman."
"Why did you suddenly ask him?"
Ikrit thought of the old madman. Maybe he was indeed old and crazy, as all the rats looked like this, but at several critical moments of tactical decision-making, this old madman could always give him key tips.
"No, I'm thinking maybe he's not crazy."
Weersky didn't know why, but suddenly made an argument that he had scorned before.
Quickwall is an old madman. Everyone knows that after serving as a member of the Council of Thirteen for more than forty years, he passed his seat to his student, Griman.
This is quite shocking in the circle of Gray Prophets, and not just in the circle of Gray Prophets.
Usually the transfer of power of the Gray Prophet would only end with the student killing the teacher and taking over, let alone the transfer of the Council of Thirteen.
Therefore, no matter who it is, they will say that this guy who took the initiative to give up power is an old madman.
"Well, he's not crazy, but what do you want to say?"
There was not a good tone in Ikrit's mouth at first, but by the end, he softened.
Wilsky, an old bastard, won over his adjutant, at least the adjutant back then, Lord Sirik of the Plague Clan.
Then, the Plague Clan and Wilski's Overflow Clan wore a pair of pants. ,
However, now is obviously not the time to vent these emotions.
"No, it's nothing."
Welski was stared at inexplicably by everyone. He drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp and started to get angry and angry with himself.
He shouldn't have asked so rashly.
But……
He thought of Quickwall's prophecy.
The one with white hair and big curved horns on his head, whose body was covered with deformed tumors, and whose eyes had been replaced by dimension stones, was the former Gray Prophet.
When he first heard the news about the scouts within the Prophet's Council, he urged an attack.
He predicted the sacred stone at the foot of the mountain, but he also predicted something else.
For example, this stickman monster named Nagash.
The old madman warned him that just a few years ago, this guy wanted to destroy the world. When the stickman's plan succeeded, all the rats would be dead even with the protection of the big horned rat.
No, not just the Skaven, but everything will succumb to death.
To be honest, Werski did not believe the old guy's predictions at the time. Although Old Quickwall's predictions were never wrong, he only thought that Old Quickwall had become delirious due to scurvy. .
"I will also fund your research, Esky Engineer Warlock."
Wilsky suddenly took Eski's paw and said, with a heartfelt kindness on his face.
But the white-haired engineering warlock always felt that there was something hidden underneath.
There was no smile in Wilski's eyes, only coldness.
He needs an experiment. If Esky's weapon can destroy Nagash, it means that Old Quickwall is indeed crazy, but if not...
If, as old Quickwall said, Nagash could not be killed by living people, but could only be killed by things that were dead but still alive, then he would have to make preparations early.
"Thank you, noble Gray Lord, noble Gray Prophet."
The engineering warlock said, with a flattering smile on his face that even he didn't expect.
But Werski's expression did not change, instead it became strange.
The Gray Prophet looked solemnly at the paw he was holding, which had some green runes on it.
Although he didn't want to think that, no matter what, it didn't look like the masterpiece of the descendants of the Horned Rat.
If you look carefully, there are even other strange marks on this rat.
If it weren't for the magical aura belonging to the Horned Rat in his eyes that was equally blazing, he would even wonder if this rat had betrayed the Horned Rat and turned to other gods.
Can this special thing be able to decipher Quickwall's prophecy?
Maybe there are many other different explanations for a person who is dead but still alive?
Before the young rat's suspicion could reach its peak, Wersky smiled a fake, gentle smile.
"No need to thank me, the great horned rat is protecting your bright future."
The eyes of everyone present were focused on this white rat who was not very eye-catching before. Although this factory also belonged to the young rat, all this was inferior to the fact that the gray prophet was protecting him with the horned rat. important.
Horned rat?
Esky was also stunned.
He really hadn't thought that the Gray Seer would say that.
"Thank you for your review."
The white-haired engineering warlock lowered his head and pretended to be humble, then silently stepped aside, leaving the space in the middle for others.
Seeing the performance of the engineering warlock, those gathering eyes finally moved away.
"When will we do it?"
Wilsky didn't think about the abnormal white rat anymore and asked Ikrit.
"The sooner the better, I hope they don't find out something is wrong."
As he spoke, the old warlord looked at his scout lord, Eshiliga.
Eshiliga's black robe did not seem to prevent his eyes hidden under the cloth from detecting Ikrit's sight, but he did not immediately answer the warlord's question.
Just waved first, several rats with black daggers hanging on their bodies, all wearing black and black robes covering their whole body, flashed to the side of the defecting master.
After a dull hiss as a communication, the Betrayal Lord gave his answer.
"I will try to send Staden up to make out with Nagash today."
The defector lord was quite confident that his elite scouts were enough to complete this task, but... the defector lord revealed his eyes hidden under the black robe, looked at Ikrit, hesitated a little, and then said.
"But there's something wrong with your plan. If you adopt my plan, you can do it."
Ikrit tilted his head and raised his paw, signaling for him to continue.
"I hope the first troops to engage Nagash will be the Plague, Overflow, and Re'Kek."
"What?"
The three lords shouted in unison.
These three clans are the direct troops of Lord Sirik, Lord Ikrit, and Gray Prophet Werski, and they are prepared to be used in the coup.
"Hear me out."
Eshiliga stretched out his claws and his deep voice suppressed these objections.
He asked his men to take out a nearby map and spread it on the engineer's desk illuminated by a dimensional stone lamp.
"This war will take place on our preset battlefield, giving Nagash enough temptation, but at the same time making our losses as small as possible. Therefore, this battlefield should be near the sixth mining area, a place that is enough to threaten the sixth mining area. The location of the six mining areas.”
He pointed to a certain location under Cripple Peak and continued.
"There's a killing hole over here."
"We put the battlefield here. The narrow environment means that both us and the stickman monsters need a long enough time to kill each other in large numbers."
"You fight here."
Having said this, Esky pointed to the killing cave below the sixth mining area that could be reconstructed into an underground fortress. He paused slightly and looked around, instinctively wanting to know if there were any untrustworthy people around.
After a moment, he realized that this was a redundant move, so he continued.
"My scouts are responsible for spreading these 'rumors' to the ears of Gray Seer Staden."
"Once we fight in the Sixth Mine, the defense of the Eighth Mine will become extremely weak, especially after the battle in the Killing Cave a few days ago, the defense there was already vulnerable. He will not let go to regain his position. Opportunity."
"At this time, I will inform Gray Prophet Staden through some channels about a secret passage leading to the eighth mining area. It is enough to avoid the patrols of the Skeleton Skeleton, allowing his soldiers to retake the eighth mining area."
"When he is completely at war with the Eighth Mine, I will send my men to block that passage in some way. Now that there are two engineering warlocks, I hope to get some bombs."
At this point, Wilrik, who had only one eye left, nodded, and he had almost guessed the rest of it.
Sure enough, just as he expected, the defector continued.
"Follow, my scouts will come to the Sixth Mining Area to inform us of the war."
"The Gray Prophet will get his eighth mining area, and we can guarantee that the Gray Prophet will die gloriously. The only drawback of this plan is that our battle with Nagash there will be quite long."
This was indeed a plan without any flaws. The warlords looked at the map with solemn faces. Even if they fought in a narrow area, a long battle with the Nagash army would probably cost many casualties.
The first one to speak was Ikrit. He looked at the scar on Weerski's missing ear and was briefly moved before he spoke.
"I have thirteen dimensional stone talismans on my body, which can withstand Nagash's two to three frontal magic bombardments."
"But it's not enough."
Ikrit said dissatisfied.
The first time he had a head-on confrontation with Nagash, he relied on six dimensional stone talismans to block Nagash's attack, but even after so many years, he still only accumulated thirteen talismans.
Wilski is different.
The old warlord's eyes were fixed on Wilsky's neck and waist.
Hanging around the gray lord's neck was something far larger and purer than his warpstone amulet. I'm afraid this alone could resist Nagash's magic twice.
There is also the black rune sword with the curved hilt, and the dark green dimensional stone inlaid at the end of the hilt, which is as big as an egg, no, no, as big as a swamp lizard egg.
Although these things could no longer bring him the same shock as the first time, he was still dissatisfied with the distribution of materials.
"Of course, of course, I know this is not enough. I can give you a few more pieces, and the old madman Quickwall can also give you some more. But I also need to make sure that the old madman will not interfere with our plan."
Wilsky sighed, his eyes still looked like that old madman who could accurately predict the future.
"Quickwall? Why did he?"
"Stadden is a Gray Seer after all, and unlike guys like me who use rune swords, he uses a staff and the horns on his head are legit."
The black rat said restlessly, for the gray shawl on his shoulders and his Overflow clan would not allow Quickwall to plot the death of a Gray Seer on his behalf.
"When he was in the Council of Prophets, he was famous for his stubbornness as if he had been given destiny and our stupidest trait, selflessness. I tell you the truth, he had already suffered from scurvy before the expedition began. "
"When he was in the Council of Thirteen, he recommended himself as a supervisor. God knows what he relied on to survive until now."
Having said this, the gray-clothed lord glanced at everyone in the room.
"No one can know Quickwall's attitude, so it's best not to have anything to do with him for the time being."
