"Broken, broken, rotten bones!"
The hammer in the hand of the thin clan rat hit a skull on the head. The tool originally used to hit the wedge completely killed the moving corpse. There was still a rat corpse on the spear in its hand.
The Clan Rat snatched the corpse from the skeleton's hands and continued to hold it in front of him.
The retreat behind him was blocked by the dense swarm of rats, and there was only one way forward. He was also on the front line, and the more than fifty rats in the same situation could only convert fear into hatred.
The obstacles caused by the mountain of corpses slowed down their casualties a lot. However, their physical strength was limited, and the only way waiting for them was death.
"Back off, back off, and set those corpses on fire."
Brier's voice reached their ears, and they subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. The skeleton spearmen took advantage of this gap to add some new members to the pile of rat-man corpses with their spears.
The rats immediately realized that it was unrealistic to retreat immediately.
The dense rats behind them were still blocking them, and they still had to survive from the skeletons in front of them.
Some rats in the back row took out flints and tried to use the sparks generated by the collision with the weapons to ignite the grease on the rat corpses, but the sparks obviously did not go as they thought.
In front of Brier's fierce gaze, a clan rat with three runes engraved on it - the decoration on his helmet meant that he was the captain of a 169-man team - took out a vaguely green weapon from his pocket. Cylinder of light.
Opening both sides of the cylinder, there is a metal piece with a slit inside, as well as the source of the green light, a stone with a rather weak light. The clan logo on both sides of the cylinder indicates that it is a product of the Skrei clan.
The team leader lowered his head and knocked the stone on the metal piece with some distress. Green sparks fell through the gap onto the rat body below, and immediately turned into a large ball of yellow flames with a hint of green.
The flames also spread quickly along with the connected bodies.
This is a lighter made from waste residue from a warpstone purification factory and ordinary metal sheets. It is a typical cheap industrial product.
However, since many ratmen clans don’t even know what smelting is, and have never even seen a dimension stone in their lives, this kind of goods can always make black market merchants a lot of hard money in the black markets everywhere - Skullina A lot of it was gone.
In just a few minutes, the barrier composed of thousands of various corpses turned into a fire, which emitted the aroma of barbecue, which soon turned into the unique smell of burning proteins.
The skeletons seemed unprepared and continued to surge forward. They did not stop until they lost more than a hundred of their kind due to the flames.
"The stickman weirdos of the past were not like this."
Ikrit murmured as he looked at the scene in front of him.
"It seems that he was injured more seriously than I thought."
Nagash did not resurrect the dead body, and even the command showed obvious sluggishness, maybe...
Ikrit gave up that idea the next moment. It was better not to take risks with the stickman. .
The sound of the burning flames was accompanied by a sharp rattle, which attracted Ikrit's attention.
Another rattle confirmed that it was not his illusion. He thought that this was the arrival of the sneak attack troops from the side.
The situation here has been stabilized. It will not take more than half a Horned Rat hour to clear out the five thousand skeletons, so what's next.
"map."
The warlord shouted sharply, but no one seemed to respond to him. He looked around, and the clan rats around him looked confused.
Ikrit realized that he did not bring the slave rat with him, nor did he have the messenger rat with him - he should not have left the command center and arrived at the front line in person - the stickman's overly powerful single combat power confused his sense of proportion. Lost.
Thinking of this, he ran quickly in the direction he came from.
A few minutes later, in the narrow passage, black claws protruding from the cloak stopped him. It was Eshiliga.
"I thought you would come back sooner."
Ikrit's tail immediately hit the wall, splashing out a burst of sparks, but made no further movement.
Seeing that the engineering warlock on the other side was no longer as tense as before, the warlord flicked his tail to the ground again, with some dust on his scales.
"The stickman who feeds rat babies."
Ikrit cursed and gestured to the slave rat to unfold the map in front of him.
Before he could ask, Eshiliga picked up his paw and pointed at the two directions on the map and continued.
"The latest situation is that three skeleton groups have approached the No. 7 and No. 11 passages on the third floor. The number is more than 3,000. They have not found the new tunnels that have just been dug."
As he spoke, Eshiliga's fingers left three small glowing green dots on the north side of the leather map, and then pointed to several lines in the south.
"The other five skeleton groups come from the first floor in the southeast direction, and the passages 3, 5, 7, 14, and 19 on the fourth floor. The number is about two thousand to three thousand units. They are outflanking our retreat. , there is also a side road over there that has not been discovered."
The eight skeleton groups that could be detected by Eshiliga's scouts were like pliers, completely sandwiching their location in the middle.
"Pincer offensive."
Eski, who had been observing behind for a while, spoke up.
"The Necromancer wants to surround us, we have to retreat."
The white-haired engineer warlock added.
"Retreat means to retreat, to retreat in a different direction."
Iklit's claw grasped the handle of the saber, and his other claw pointed at the weak point between the three points in the north.
"We retreat forward."
As he spoke, his eyes stared at the scarlet eyes of the white rat.
At this time, it was Eshiliga who spoke.
"If there are only more than 20,000 skeletons, of course there will be no problem, but Nagash's soldiers are a thousand times that number. You know, we haven't even discovered those flesh-eating monsters yet."
"That's how it used to be, but, right on the front lines, I saw that Pyro's troops had become sluggish, and Pyro was hurt more than we previously thought."
Ikrit said to his old friend.
"Although I can't be sure, I bet that Pyro Man will never be able to control as many troops as before. At least, he won't be able to flexibly control so many troops."
"Poisonous smoke, flesh-eating monsters, and other things didn't appear. I don't like gambling."
As an intelligence chief, Esiliga didn't like the feeling of gambling.
When he was initially hostile to Nagash, he always had to burn down Nagash's warehouses and other military logistics facilities at a military disadvantage of a thousand to one. He also developed the habit of not gambling.
Ikrit has also experienced these things. Eshiliga thought that he shouldn't like gambling in the first place, but maybe it was the taste of losing power that confused Ikrit's mind.
At this time, a messenger from the Reikek clan ran up to Iklit, breathing heavily, mumbling something indistinctly.
"Smooth your tongue and speak. Do you want me to set up a stage for you to show you what a mad mouse is?"
"But I never studied acting."
The messenger arrived, and he reported the news in time before the warlord really got angry, saving his life.
"The outflanking troops in the rear are not our people."
