The gray prophet's nose with a scar was wrinkled as he sniffed the air, limping back and forth in the small room.
After a while, he finally stopped.
"Can try."
Quickwall said.
"The Prophet's Council and my students will provide you with technical and other support. If you can show me preliminary results, such as first creating a living dead that you can control."
"Thank you, great Gray Seer."
The white-haired rat praised him with respect, but the old gray prophet could see that this rat had no respect at all.
Even the fear that ordinary Skaven would have is quite weak.
"Little Mouse, I want to remind you that no matter what happens around you recently, you are still a descendant of the Horned Rat."
The Gray Prophet said as the warpstone in his eye sockets aimed at the runes on Eski's claws.
He could also tell that it was not the creation of the Horned Rat, even though it was disguised as the same green color as the Warpstone, and it also exuded a fragrance unique to the Warpstone.
"Of course, of course, of course I am a descendant of the Horned Rat."
As he spoke, the green light representing the horned rat appeared faintly in the engineering warlock's scarlet eyes.
There was another moment of silence, and the Gray Prophet's blind eyes, lit by the dimension stone, stared at the rat's head lying low. After a while, he returned to Ikrit's side.
Looking at the current silent atmosphere, Ikrit opened his mouth, hesitated, and finally spoke.
"These details will be discussed later. So, do we need to decide now? After Staden is forced to death, go and support Staden."
Eshiliga pulled down the black robe with tassels that originally covered his face, revealing his face hidden underneath, and spoke.
"Go to support, I can guarantee that Staden will die with honor no matter what."
No one doubted his words.
The Lord of Betrayal can always thrust a poisoned dagger between the brows of his target.
But that's not the problem.
Ikrit slapped the air in front of him with his tail in annoyance, swaying his tail with smooth white scales from side to side as if he wanted a slave rat to vent his anger on.
The old warlord needs more troops, at least, after the first loss.
Thinking of this, he looked at the gray-clothed lord.
"Lord Wilski, leave your elite troops behind. When we launch the offensive, you will draw all mobilizable troops from the underground fortress to support us."
As he spoke, he added.
"Only you, as the gray lord, can mobilize so many troops."
Wilsky nodded slightly, this is indeed the best way so far.
There are as many excuses as there are, such as the Gray Prophet went on a confidential mission and is now continuing the rescue, etc. The only question is whether he can quickly gather these stragglers in the underground fortress.
He knew how much procrastination these guys gathered in the underground fortress could do.
For example, the three clans originally brought here by Lord Ikrit, Terror Breath, Rickek, and Evil Plague, as well as his own Overflow, as well as the Gray Prophet and Skryll clans, were all able to quickly assemble their troops and launch an attack.
In the underground fortress, except for this group and the elite group brought by Gray Prophet Staden, there is no clan with a large enough structure.
Most of them are small clans with more than a thousand or even hundreds of people.
It was particularly difficult to assemble these troops... even if they started mobilizing when the Gray Seer Staden had just stepped forward.
"Then it's decided and we'll start taking action tomorrow."
Wilsky spoke.
In any case, the arrow is on the string, and he needs this coup, just like Ikrit, Eshiliga, and Sirik all need this coup.
Ikrit nodded to him, and then looked at the other rats with his glowing red eyes.
"The next step is the distribution of materials."
As soon as the old warlord finished speaking, the white-haired engineering warlock spoke faster than any other rat.
"I need a batch of military rations. My food inventory is at the bottom."
"no problem."
The old warlord looked at a few other old guys—basically the guys who had been fighting with him since more than fifty years ago.
Sirik spoke first.
"I don't even have enough breastplates for my soldiers. I'm probably short of half a brigade. The biggest shortage is helmets. Apart from my hundreds of personal guards, I can only equip one company."
His Plague clan suffered the heaviest losses in the battle more than fifty years ago, and was the first clan to encounter Nagash.
He still remembered the burning man with the sacred stone in his eyes.
Of course, now, they all collectively call that guy Stickman Geek.
Since then, Sirik has been serving as Ikrit's adjutant. Although he has secretly betrayed Ikrit recently, this is not important. What is important is that the equipment his tribe lost under Staden's rule , there has never been enough replenishment.
So far, the clan with more than 10,000 people has less than 1,000 helmets.
Esky said at this time.
"I have produced some ordnance supplies in the past few days, but they are mainly focused on breastplates, which are only a few hundred pieces. If the helmets have to be produced quickly, with my three factories and the few slave rats, I will definitely not have enough time."
"I can provide that, if your requirements for helmets are less stringent."
Vitrik opened his mouth, looking at the distrustful gaze of the leader of the Plague Clan, and secretly cursing the second youngest but most naive lord among the lords present, he opened his mouth to explain.
"Most of our clan's existing helmets require a spike to be riveted on the top of the head to impact the enemy. There are also mortise and tenon structures on both sides of the helmet to connect the helmet and breastplate together and prevent them from falling off during a charge. fall."
"The new helmet I provide is a streamlined shape that almost fits my clan's head. It only needs to be forged and formed from the material, and then it can be mass-produced after simple finishing. I still have more than five thousand of this product in stock. .”
"The price of these helmets..."
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"Lord Ikrit."
"I need you to help me build a supply channel for Skulli industrial products."
"I'm afraid what you want is not the usual offer from the Skryre clan."
"Furthermore, I have to make it clear that I will not betray the Skrei clan and sell the Skrei clan's unique products. If the chief engineering warlock finds out about this, I will be finished."
"It would be easier to say if it was here in the Sour Sea, or further east."
"Of course, of course, what I mean is that there is a high probability that any product will not appear in the west."
"I know what's going on with Vitrik."
"Wittrick is a personal relationship with the gray lord. In the past period of time, he has established extensive interests with those engineering warlocks. The great engineering warlock who recently gave you the factory belongs to the faction that follows Trabb and his party. .”
"They formed this bullshit camp supreme council outside of my war council, and then..."
"But I still don't understand how a gray prophet can do that."
"Especially, I don't see anything in Staden that can represent the Council of Thirteen. If anything, the gray lord is more qualified than him."
"Thanks to some big warlords and some damn Gray Seers."
"In the beginning, Staden's headquarters, including those mercenaries, had a total of 150,000. It was only after years of consumption that it became what it is now."
"The Skaven City had previously entrusted the Scurvy Clan to transport a group of approximately 30,000 Storm Rats. Could it be because of Staden?"
"What? Thirty thousand storm rats?"
"Why haven't I heard you mention it before?"
"You didn't ask, I thought it wasn't too important. My ship is about three times faster than theirs, and they should still be on their way to the battlefield."
Ikrit was frightened for a while, but fortunately he moved quickly enough.
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"I remember you promising those rats on the ship something?"
"It doesn't matter. The witch will attract their firepower for us. Her little thing should be healed of its injuries by now."
"Then did you forget what spell you cast on her?"
"Of course not. She will have a healthy offspring in about two months, just as you will in three or four months."
"The nourishment of the wind of life is enough for her to safely survive all the risks of childbirth. As long as she doesn't get caught in the last week or two, there will be no problem at all."
"Speaking of which, the wind of life collected here is used to fill the bellies of these slaves to save money. With this batch of military rations today, they can be used for other purposes."
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"Lord Ikrit."
"I need you to help me build a supply channel for Skulli industrial products."
"I'm afraid what you want is not the usual offer from the Skryre clan."
"Furthermore, I have to make it clear that I will not betray the Skrei clan and sell the Skrei clan's unique products. If the chief engineering warlock finds out about this, I will be finished."
"It would be easier to say if it was here in the Sour Sea, or further east."
"Of course, of course, what I mean is that there is a high probability that any product will not appear in the west."
"I know what's going on with Vitrik."
"Wittrick is a personal relationship with the gray lord. In the past period of time, he has established extensive interests with those engineering warlocks. The great engineering warlock who recently gave you the factory belongs to the faction that follows Trabb and his party. .”
"They formed this bullshit camp supreme council outside of my war council, and then..."
"But I still don't understand how a gray prophet can do that."
"Especially, I don't see anything in Staden that can represent the Council of Thirteen. If anything, the gray lord is more qualified than him."
"Thanks to some big warlords and some damn Gray Seers."
"In the beginning, Staden's headquarters, including those mercenaries, had a total of 150,000. It was only after years of consumption that it became what it is now."
"The Skaven City had previously entrusted the Scurvy Clan to transport a group of approximately 30,000 Storm Rats. Could it be because of Staden?"
"What? Thirty thousand storm rats?"
"Why haven't I heard you mention it before?"
"You didn't ask, I thought it wasn't too important. My ship is about three times faster than theirs, and they should still be on their way to the battlefield."
Ikrit was frightened for a while, but fortunately he moved quickly enough.
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"I remember you promising those rats on the ship something?"
"It doesn't matter. The witch will attract their firepower for us. Her little thing should be healed of its injuries by now."
"Then did you forget what spell you cast on her?"
"Of course not. She will have a healthy offspring in about two months, just as you will in three or four months."
"The nourishment of the wind of life is enough for her to safely survive all the risks of childbirth. As long as she doesn't get caught in the last week or two, there will be no problem at all."
"Speaking of which, the wind of life collected here is used to fill the bellies of these slaves to save money. With this batch of military rations today, they can be used for other purposes."
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"Lord Ikrit."
"I need you to help me build a supply channel for Skulli industrial products."
"I'm afraid what you want is not the usual offer from the Skryre clan."
"Furthermore, I have to make it clear that I will not betray the Skrei clan and sell the Skrei clan's unique products. If the chief engineering warlock finds out about this, I will be finished."
"It would be easier to say if it was here in the Sour Sea, or further east."
"Of course, of course, what I mean is that there is a high probability that any product will not appear in the west."
"I know what's going on with Vitrik."
"Wittrick is a personal relationship with the gray lord. In the past period of time, he has established extensive interests with those engineering warlocks. The great engineering warlock who recently gave you the factory belongs to the faction that follows Trabb and his party. .”
"They formed this bullshit camp supreme council outside of my war council, and then..."
"But I still don't understand how a gray prophet can do that."
"Especially, I don't see anything in Staden that can represent the Council of Thirteen. If anything, the gray lord is more qualified than him."
"Thanks to some big warlords and some damn Gray Seers."
"In the beginning, Staden's headquarters, including those mercenaries, had a total of 150,000. It was only after years of consumption that it became what it is now."
"The Skaven City had previously entrusted the Scurvy Clan to transport a group of approximately 30,000 Storm Rats. Could it be because of Staden?"
"What? Thirty thousand storm rats?"
"Why haven't I heard you mention it before?"
"You didn't ask, I thought it wasn't too important. My ship is about three times faster than theirs, and they should still be on their way to the battlefield."
Ikrit was frightened for a while, but fortunately he moved quickly enough.
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"I remember you promising those rats on the ship something?"
"It doesn't matter. The witch will attract their firepower for us. Her little thing should be healed of its injuries by now."
"Then did you forget what spell you cast on her?"
"Of course not. She will have a healthy offspring in about two months, just as you will in three or four months."
"The nourishment of the wind of life is enough for her to safely survive all the risks of childbirth. As long as she doesn't get caught in the last week or two, there will be no problem at all."
"Speaking of which, the wind of life collected here is used to fill the bellies of these slaves to save money. With this batch of military rations today, they can be used for other purposes."
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