The prayers of the witch spirits did not seem to give the rats more divine power.
However, Kane's bride unexpectedly felt the gaze of the gods.
If he were in a permanent state of madness, he would probably have sacrificed his life for Kane at the altar.
Hecate thought.
Kane's Bride originally existed for this purpose.
Intercourse with Kane on the altar in the cold night, and when the divine power becomes more abundant, the bride's organs and blood are placed on the altar.
However, now, without a soul, she could not feel that impulse, and all her emotions towards Kane seemed empty.
The body without a soul is like this, separated from all emotions by a mist of glass, and can only possess a fragmented part of that image.
The emotional devastation of these days also made her think about whether it was worth sacrificing her life for Kane.
The original Bride of Khaine, Morath, was not committed to Khaine and lost her identity as the Bride of Khaine after sleeping with her son.
But she lost nothing, she gained power, the strength to satisfy her desires, immortality, and immortal youth.
Kane's bride just gave her body to Kane and left her soul to Kane's arrangement.
Doing the math now, I feel...
Wu Ling shook his head, trying to get all the messy thoughts out of his head.
Those are not helpful to the current battle. Kane's gaze may only mean that Kane wants to see bloodshed.
The dark elves looked at the ratmen around them, and there was something wrong with them.
The rats' noses were twitching, as if they were trying to smell something in the air.
Madness cannot change the nature of a species. Hecate thought of some manuscripts written by engineering warlocks she had seen after learning Skaven.
Mentioned in a manuscript about the remote attack conjecture.
The eyesight of the rat people is very weak compared to other races, and they can only see things within a few hundred meters. However, their sense of smell and hearing are quite sensitive.
Therefore, in the dark, in addition to relying on their own eyes with their own light sources, they can also rely on their sense of smell and hearing to capture situations several kilometers away.
Just like now.
Neve, who had been beaten by the witch spirit just now and was covered in the smell of blood, twitched his nose the hardest, and unknowingly he was close to the exit of the cave.
From nearly a kilometer away, he could already smell the smell of human flesh and bones, and his ears could hear the almost imperceptible vibration caused by the march.
Come to think of it, just like other Skaven.
Nefer turned his head and saw only a group of eyes that were as sinister and bloodthirsty as him.
Before Wu Ling could give the order, the sharp voice of the whipped warlord rang out.
"Be hidden."
With that said, Nefer rushed to a hidden position where he could see the situation outside the cave, with an excited smile on his face.
The rats suppressed their tails because of the need to be ambushed in a concealed manner.
The tails that were still trembling slightly and the smell of battle filling the cave allowed the wizard spirits to confirm their high fighting spirit.
Wu Ling sneaked closer to the entrance of the cave and took a look outside.
The distance between humans was less than 500 meters, the barbarian marching team was on the front and rear sides, and the skeleton phalanx was in the center.
"Scout."
Hecate called the mouse from before who was wearing black robes and had no scent.
"Go and give the order, wait until the skeleton passes through the hole in the middle, and then attack."
The mouse in black robe disappeared, leaving only the sound of imperceptible footsteps.
The cave suddenly fell into terrible silence. Even the weak trembling tail did not make any sound. Hundreds of pairs of scarlet eyes were only looking at one place - the exit of the cave, just waiting for the attack signal to be launched. .
The smell of human flesh and bones was getting closer and closer, and the rat's eyes were getting wider and wider.
As the smell got thicker, the originally unclear trembling turned into the sound of marching footsteps.
The ranks of humans and undead are getting closer.
Soon, the first human came over, but the rats had not forgotten the wizard's order, which allowed them to temporarily suppress their mineralized hearts.
Until, the first skeleton appeared in the field of vision.
"Kill! Kill!"
Nefer sprang forward into a black shadow at a speed that the skeletons could not detect, and the unique Skaven scream from his mouth spread throughout an area of several hundred meters.
While the barbarians were still a little confused because of this familiar yet unfamiliar cry, the sudden influx of a large number of rats caused them to fall into a temporary sluggish state.
Even the subconscious counterattacks of the barbarians could not stop the intention of the crazy rat-man.
The restless rats broke into the barbarian line. The sudden and rapid attack caused the barbarians who had created enough gaps due to the march to be divided into several parts that could not be connected.
The most serious losses were the skeletons that were targeted by the witch spirits.
The skeletons were hit together by the sudden attacks from both sides and huddled together, unable to turn the spears in their hands. Skaven's claws and axes immediately tore into pieces the large pile of skeletons that could not effectively attack or defend. bone.
These Skaven are the most elite among the thousands of crazed rats. Their crazed bodies are enough to efficiently dismantle these skeletons with their bare hands.
The figure of the witch spirit flickers among the skeletons, and the dexterous and swift daggers destroy the skeletons' joints that are not strong enough. The strong bodies of Nefer and Toxide can clean up several skeletons at once.
The destruction speed of the three was almost the same for a while.
This also means that the number of skeletons dropped sharply at an alarming rate within two minutes.
By the time the wizard felt a powerful will coming to the skeletons, there were less than fifty of them left.
The green flames in the eyes of one of the skeletons flourished.
"Elves, you are the things I despise. I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, but now you can take refuge in dirty and disgusting rats. It's really..."
Before the wizard could finish speaking, the wizard pulled out the head of the skeleton and kicked the skull, whose flames had not yet been completely extinguished, to the left, knocking down a barbarian who was fighting the rats.
Looking at the extinguished green flames and the barbarian being dismembered by the rats, Hecate smiled.
She knew that at such a long distance, the Necromancer had no way to launch effective attacks or strengthen spells.
The judgment of the engineering warlock is purely the result of a broken brain.
"Deal with the part near the fort first."
After saying that, Hecate disappeared again.
When she appeared again, a storm of flesh and blood arose in the barbarian front in the north of the canyon.
The small groups that were fighting each other due to the attack of the rat-men soon turned into a slaughterhouse with broken limbs flying.
