Several hours had passed since Eski's mobilization.
Eski's six battalions finally arrived at the scheduled battlefield dozens of kilometers away from the underground fortress.
Skaven's wartime marching speed surprised the commander-in-chief - this was after dealing with the rats' minor unpleasant incidents on the way.
Calculated in this way, Druchi no longer has an advantage compared to the marching speed of the rats.
Putting these messy thoughts aside, Wu Ling observed the battlefield that belonged to her about one or two kilometers away.
The location she was at was the observation point prepared by the Rat Man early in the morning, a protruding stone platform.
The only way to get here, apart from climbing the almost ninety-degree rock wall, is through a maze-like passage.
There are unique signs that serve as road signs that only rat people can understand. Other races can only get lost in those underground caves forever and slowly wait to die.
Black clouds blocked the red sky. Under the poor lighting, it could still be seen that in the distance was a mountain peak that was much shorter than Cripple Peak.
That position can monitor the two valleys below, and there are several key nodes in the underground passage. For Skaven, the value of this place is self-evident, not to mention that there are metal veins under those peaks.
Although the lighting is very poor, it is far stronger than the eyesight of ratmen and humans, allowing the wizard to clearly see the general appearance of the opposite side - although she still has an engineer's observer on her body, the vision of that thing is green. It made her very uncomfortable.
Following the sound of footsteps, behind her, the six battalion commanders of the Rat generation also began to observe the battlefield.
Wu Ling just smiled contemptuously. What could the rat's eyesight be pretending that he couldn't even see clearly from a hundred meters away?
She knew that these rats had no intention of obeying her as a commander, but she still managed to make them obey orders.
Hecate's collar is indeed a manifestation of the engineer's will, but it is also a manifestation of the slave's identity.
Slaves command warlords - no matter how young a battalion-level commander is, he is still considered a small warlord. For the rats, it is simply a great shame and humiliation.
But her neck was cut open by this damn pointed-eared thing along the way. There were already more than a dozen people and dozens of rats who had been whipped by her. The most annoying thing was that this pointed-eared thing was worse than They all have to be strong.
It is the nature of rats to obey the strong. If this strong man was not a pointy-eared thing and a slave, they would have been obedient long ago.
"What happened?"
The Skaven warlord's Skaven language rushed to the elf's ears.
If it weren't for the elves' much faster neurological reactions, Hecate's language skills would still not be able to understand what the rats were saying.
"No hurries?"
The accent in Hecate's words seemed strange, with a change of tone that the rats had never heard before, which was the trace left by the complex Druzil.
The rats heard the pointy-eared thing continue to speak slowly in that strange accent.
"There are no undead, and there is no magical energy to control the undead. The mountains over there are all monkeys, I mean, hairless monsters."
"What if there are only hairless monsters? We should end the battle as soon as possible. After the fight, go back to support the battlefield."
Naifu, who was wearing red armor, spoke.
The Skaven warlord who is spreading his nickname "Blood Armor" does not want to spend too long in this place with the pointy-eared thing. He also hopes to be appreciated by his old superior, the great Ikrit.
"No, there is a fortress built by humans over there made of stone. The walls are about six meters high. The rats like you can't attack the city."
When Hecate said this, she looked at Eful again. This Skaven battalion commander had a squad of scouts.
"Where are the scouts exploring the underground? They haven't come back yet?"
"Wait a minute, soon."
Eful didn't look as impatient as Neve at all. He continued to sit on the slave rat seat and bowed his head slightly to the elf.
Seeing that they were gradually showing signs of obedience, Wu Ling had a smile in his eyes.
The Skaven seem to be a very good slave race, and they only need such a short amount of time for training.
The reproductive cycle is short, the intelligence is high enough, and they can cannibalize themselves when there is not enough food. It is much better than human slaves.
This kind of race that is extremely complementary to Druchi is very important for the development of the New World.
We are conceiving the grand blueprint for the future.
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Several hours had passed since Eski's mobilization.
Eski's six battalions finally arrived at the scheduled battlefield dozens of kilometers away from the underground fortress.
Skaven's wartime marching speed surprised the commander-in-chief - this was after dealing with the rats' minor unpleasant incidents on the way.
Calculated in this way, Druchi no longer has an advantage compared to the marching speed of the rats.
Putting these messy thoughts aside, Wu Ling observed the battlefield that belonged to her about one or two kilometers away.
The location she was at was the observation point prepared by the Rat Man early in the morning, a protruding stone platform.
The only way to get here, apart from climbing the almost ninety-degree rock wall, is through a maze-like passage.
There are unique signs that serve as road signs that only rat people can understand. Other races can only get lost in those underground caves forever and slowly wait to die.
Black clouds blocked the red sky. Under the poor lighting, it could still be seen that in the distance was a mountain peak that was much shorter than Cripple Peak.
That position can monitor the two valleys below, and there are several key nodes in the underground passage. For Skaven, the value of this place is self-evident, not to mention that there are metal veins under those peaks.
Although the lighting is very poor, it is far stronger than the eyesight of ratmen and humans, allowing the wizard to clearly see the general appearance of the opposite side - although she still has an engineer's observer on her body, the vision of that thing is green. It made her very uncomfortable.
Following the sound of footsteps, behind her, the six battalion commanders of the Rat generation also began to observe the battlefield.
Wu Ling just smiled contemptuously. What could the rat's eyesight be pretending that he couldn't even see clearly from a hundred meters away?
She knew that these rats had no intention of obeying her as a commander, but she still managed to make them obey orders.
Hecate's collar is indeed a manifestation of the engineer's will, but it is also a manifestation of the slave's identity.
Slaves command warlords - no matter how young a battalion-level commander is, he is still considered a small warlord. For the rats, it is simply a great shame and humiliation.
But her neck was cut open by this damn pointed-eared thing along the way. There were already more than a dozen people and dozens of rats who had been whipped by her. The most annoying thing was that this pointed-eared thing was worse than They all have to be strong.
It is the nature of rats to obey the strong. If this strong man was not a pointy-eared thing and a slave, they would have been obedient long ago.
"What happened?"
The Skaven warlord's Skaven language rushed to the elf's ears.
If it weren't for the elves' much faster neurological reactions, Hecate's language skills would still not be able to understand what the rats were saying.
"No hurries?"
The accent in Hecate's words seemed strange, with a change of tone that the rats had never heard before, which was the trace left by the complex Druzil.
The rats heard the pointy-eared thing continue to speak slowly in that strange accent.
"There are no undead, and there is no magical energy to control the undead. The mountains over there are all monkeys, I mean, hairless monsters."
"What if there are only hairless monsters? We should end the battle as soon as possible. After the fight, go back to support the battlefield."
Naifu, who was wearing red armor, spoke.
The Skaven warlord who is spreading his nickname "Blood Armor" does not want to spend too long in this place with the pointy-eared thing. He also hopes to be appreciated by his old superior, the great Ikrit.
"No, there is a fortress built by humans over there made of stone. The walls are about six meters high. The rats like you can't attack the city."
When Hecate said this, she looked at Eful again. This Skaven battalion commander had a squad of scouts.
"Where are the scouts exploring the underground? They haven't come back yet?"
"Wait a minute, soon."
Eful didn't look as impatient as Neve at all. He continued to sit on the slave rat seat and bowed his head slightly to the elf.
Seeing that they were gradually showing signs of obedience, Wu Ling had a smile in his eyes.
The Skaven seem to be a very good slave race, and they only need such a short amount of time for training.
The reproductive cycle is short, the intelligence is high enough, and they can cannibalize themselves when there is not enough food. It is much better than human slaves.
This kind of race that is extremely complementary to Druchi is very important for the development of the New World.
Several hours had passed since Eski's mobilization as he was conceiving the grand blueprint for the future.
Eski's six battalions finally arrived at the scheduled battlefield dozens of kilometers away from the underground fortress.
Skaven's wartime marching speed surprised the commander-in-chief - this was after dealing with the rats' minor unpleasant incidents on the way.
Calculated in this way, Druchi no longer has an advantage compared to the marching speed of the rats.
Putting these messy thoughts aside, Wu Ling observed the battlefield that belonged to her about one or two kilometers away.
The location she was at was the observation point prepared by the Rat Man early in the morning, a protruding stone platform.
The only way to get here, apart from climbing the almost ninety-degree rock wall, is through a maze-like passage.
There are unique signs that serve as road signs that only rat people can understand. Other races can only get lost in those underground caves forever and slowly wait to die.
Black clouds blocked the red sky. Under the poor lighting, it could still be seen that in the distance was a mountain peak that was much shorter than Cripple Peak.
That position can monitor the two valleys below, and there are several key nodes in the underground passage. For Skaven, the value of this place is self-evident, not to mention that there are metal veins under those peaks.
Although the lighting is very poor, it is far stronger than the eyesight of ratmen and humans, allowing the wizard to clearly see the general appearance of the opposite side - although she still has an engineer's observer on her body, the vision of that thing is green. It made her very uncomfortable.
Following the sound of footsteps, behind her, the six battalion commanders of the Rat generation also began to observe the battlefield.
Wu Ling just smiled contemptuously. What could the rat's eyesight be pretending that he couldn't even see clearly from a hundred meters away?
She knew that these rats had no intention of obeying her as a commander, but she still managed to make them obey orders.
Hecate's collar is indeed a manifestation of the engineer's will, but it is also a manifestation of the slave's identity.
Slaves command warlords - no matter how young a battalion-level commander is, he is still considered a small warlord. For the rats, it is simply a great shame and humiliation.
But her neck was cut open by this damn pointed-eared thing along the way. There were already more than a dozen people and dozens of rats who had been whipped by her. The most annoying thing was that this pointed-eared thing was worse than They all have to be strong.
It is the nature of rats to obey the strong. If this strong man was not a pointy-eared thing and a slave, they would have been obedient long ago.
"What happened?"
The Skaven warlord's Skaven language rushed to the elf's ears.
If it weren't for the elves' much faster neurological reactions, Hecate's language skills would still not be able to understand what the rats were saying.
"No hurries?"
The accent in Hecate's words seemed strange, with a change of tone that the rats had never heard before, which was the trace left by the complex Druzil.
The rats heard the pointy-eared thing continue to speak slowly in that strange accent.
"There are no undead, and there is no magical energy to control the undead. The mountains over there are all monkeys, I mean, hairless monsters."
"What if there are only hairless monsters? We should end the battle as soon as possible. After the fight, go back to support the battlefield."
Naifu, who was wearing red armor, spoke.
The Skaven warlord who is spreading his nickname "Blood Armor" does not want to spend too long in this place with the pointy-eared thing. He also hopes to be appreciated by his old superior, the great Ikrit.
"No, there is a fortress built by humans over there made of stone. The walls are about six meters high. The rats like you can't attack the city."
When Hecate said this, she looked at Eful again. This Skaven battalion commander had a squad of scouts.
"Where are the scouts exploring the underground? They haven't come back yet?"
"Wait a minute, soon."
Eful didn't look as impatient as Neve at all. He continued to sit on the slave rat seat and bowed his head slightly to the elf.
Seeing that they were gradually showing signs of obedience, Wu Ling had a smile in his eyes.
The Skaven seem to be a very good slave race, and they only need such a short amount of time for training.
The reproductive cycle is short, the intelligence is high enough, and they can cannibalize themselves when there is not enough food. It is much better than human slaves.
This kind of race that is extremely complementary to Druchi is very important for the development of the New World.
We are conceiving the grand blueprint for the future.
Seeing that they were gradually showing signs of obedience, Wu Ling had a smile in his eyes.
The Skaven seem to be a very good slave race, and they only need such a short amount of time for training.
The reproductive cycle is short, the intelligence is high enough, and they can cannibalize themselves when there is not enough food. It is much better than human slaves.
This kind of race that is extremely complementary to Druchi is very important for the development of the New World.
We are conceiving the grand blueprint for the future.
