"I agree."
Vitrik jumped off the flamethrower, handed the thing to his slave rats, and turned to the warlord.
"Detonating half the fuel should have the same effect."
The old engineering warlock said to Ikrit.
"But there's no way we're going to waste time bringing it back."
"And let's not let the Stickman get it."
"what ever."
The old engineering warlock swung his tail and said.
While Vitrik went to pick out the rats that would follow him, Iklit stepped on several slave rats to lift himself up.
Not far away were still fighting, the mercenaries of the Gray Prophet. The fact that these rats could resist for so long when the Gray Prophet ran away first was enough to show that they were superior to the group of guys who were willing to die.
It also made the old warlord irritated enough, and he yelled at the Storm Rats gathered in the middle.
"The Gray Prophet is dead!"
"You slaves, why don't you surrender!"
The sharp rattle can be heard clearly even in the surrounding side roads.
After a while, the storm rats who were supervising the battle behind the clan rats began to whisper among themselves.
After hundreds of corpses fell in front of the line at a one-to-two exchange ratio, one of the Storm Rats with three large Skaven skulls embedded in its helmet stood up.
"I can cease the war, and you must ensure that we can leave the underground fortress."
The old warlord could see that as soon as the Skull Helmet Storm Rat finished speaking, his arm was pulled several times by several other Storm Rats.
Ikrit guessed that the Storm Rats might not be satisfied with the conditions offered by this guy.
Among mercenaries, there are always some unclear-minded guys who are still thinking about getting the final payment at the critical moment of life and death.
"You will be the first batch of breakout troops. After you go out, I will not interfere with you in the underground world. Think carefully and I will not give you other opportunities."
The Storm Rats looked unkindly, but they could only twitch their bodies in place due to their overly fast metabolism.
There are more than a thousand Storm Rats among their remaining troops, which is a powerful enough military force no matter where in the underground empire. Based on one Storm Rat commanding a team of 169 people, the military force can be expanded to 100,000. Right now But being treated like this by Ikrit, I suddenly felt like I was at a loss.
"The skeleton thing is still chasing you. If you insist on humiliating us, we can die with you."
The one who spoke out was still the Storm Rat wearing a skull helmet. In order to strengthen his persuasiveness, the Rune Knife in the Storm Rat's hand pointed at Ikrit, but in exchange it was still the old warlord's disdain.
"Really? Mercenaries? Do you think I have been fighting the war at the bottom of the mountain for fifty years and don't know what kind of fighting ability you guys are?"
Iklit's claws remained on the saber at his waist, looking mockingly at the hundreds of Storm Rat corpses scattered around the mercenaries.
"My conditions will not change. If you act swiftly enough, I can save most of your lives."
The faces of the Storm Rats in the center were uncertain. Time was still passing, and the Clan Rats, and even the Storm Rats, were still falling one after another.
Finally, after hundreds more corpses were left behind, the sharp rattles of dozens of storm rats spread across the battlefield.
"Bloody slaves! Turn around and call a truce!"
Ikrit opened his mouth, and his volume was no weaker than the other person's.
"Let them go."
Both sides retreated a few paws' distance almost simultaneously, revealing the first row of soldiers covered in scars.
"Then let's go, we agreed."
The old warlord drew out his saber and waved it in the air, signaling a leader on the left to give way to a side road. .
"Bear it all, bear it, you know."
Storm Rat whispered to his colleagues beside him.
A group of Storm Rats seemed to have thought of something, staring at Iklit with malicious intent, and slowly retreated towards the flank with their men.
"You just let them go?"
A hooded rat appeared next to Ikrit, with a faint smell of blood on his body.
"We only have tens of thousands of troops, so there is no need to continue fighting."
Ikrit sheathed his sword and returned to the ground from the slave's body.
"Then let's talk about the thirty thousand storm rats that the engineering warlocks heard about."
Eshiliga lowered his voice and continued.
"The follow-up troops will definitely not reach 5 million, but they are likely to approach 1 million. Who will take command? You, the former commander-in-chief of the mountain war?"
"Maybe not."
Ikrit's claws scraped against the warpstone of the hilt.
"But in the underground fortress, the only lords who can command the combined forces mobilized by the big city are Vitrik, the gray lord, Quickwall, the gray prophet, and Staden, who just died."
"Wilski is seriously injured and Quickwall is a madman. Unless they send another one, I will still be the commander-in-chief."
"That was the situation fifty years ago. They needed to maintain a superficial balance before letting a rootless guy like you come up."
"Then why don't you, a person with roots like you, join me?"
"Taking away a few thousand Storm Rats won't change the fact that 30,000 Storm Rats are coming. You might as well ask your people over there what's going on."
As he spoke, Ikrit looked at the subordinates who had just finished the battle.
The exhausted rats squatted on the ground and began to rest. Some rats licked their wounds, and some rats put the food hidden in their cheek pouches into their mouths and chewed it. Suddenly, some putrid stench wafted into the air.
These troops could not go into battle immediately, but he still remembered that the defense line in the rear had been broken.
At this moment, a pale arm covered with sarcoma grabbed Ikrit's shoulder. The unique smell made the warlord immediately recognize that it was the smell of the Gray Prophet.
He turned around and saw that he was indeed an old madman.
"Quickwall?!"
The Gray Prophet didn't know when he appeared here. Considering the spellcaster's methods, it wasn't that strange.
"The barbarian witch has a way to detect your location."
"You have any way to stop it?"
"Fight, fight, fight for the Horned Rat."
Here we go again, this old madman!
Ikrit cursed secretly in his mind, but could not get angry at the former gray lord.
There was a burst of smoke and green flash, and a white-furred Skaven appeared in the center of the green smoke.
"There are other spells here..."
The engineer warlock had just finished the dizziness of teleportation, and asked, but stopped under the gaze of the gray prophet.
"Engineer Esky, you killed Staden, agent of the Horned Rat, a Gray Seer."
The Gray Prophet's voice was not loud, but it was unusually easy for everyone in the cave to hear clearly.
Vitrik, who had not participated in the exchange originally, also gathered around his slaves.
The white-haired engineer knelt on one knee, exposed his neck, and spoke humbly in a weak voice.
"What kind of compensation does the Horned Rat want from his humble servant?"
The dimensional stones in the eyes of the blind gray prophet stared closely at the engineering warlock's eyes, and then moved to the engineering warlock's right paw.
"Two magical creations are on their way. There are no stars visible here."
"My men will stop them."
Vitrick suddenly interrupted at this time.
"There are no stars to be seen here."
The warp stone in Gray Prophet's eye socket was pointed at the old engineering warlock, and he still had the same empty tone as before.
"Can't we contact the Horned Rat? How about we sacrifice a team of 169 people?"
Eski asked, but the Gray Prophet did not answer his question. He twitched his scarred nose and looked at a passage on the left with the dimensional stones embedded in his eye sockets.
"here we go."
"The descendants of the Horned Rat cannot afford to lose too much this time."
"I'm going to cut off the queen."
Eski lowered his head completely, as if waiting for the Gray Prophet's order or judgment.
Eshiliga's claws moved, but Ikrit caught him.
"Recon needs your men."
The old warlord spoke in a low voice.
"I put the knife into Staden's head, and the Horned Rat will know."
Eshiliga leaned into Ikrit's ear and whispered.
"If the old madman doesn't care, you don't care."
"Lord Quickwall, how many of my men are left?"
As if he suddenly remembered something, Esky raised his head and asked, but only saw the Gray Prophet making no move.
Ikrit licked his wet nose with his tongue. He remembered that the engineering warlock followed him too quickly, and all his subordinates stayed on the previous battlefield. The only senior commanders there were the gray lord Welski and the gray man in front of him. prophet.
After a long while, the gray prophet lowered his head mechanically, and the dimensional stones in his eyes were aimed at the engineering warlock's eyes.
"The Horned Rat will give you what you deserve, fight."
"Yes, yes, follow the will of the Horned Rat."
In a burst of green smoke and flash, Eski disappeared.
A smile appeared on Vitrik's face, but he was frozen by Lord Ikrit's words.
"Lord Vitrik, there is no way we can take away your flamethrower under these circumstances."
"Okay, okay, I know."
"Damn minions, just push the flamethrower over as I said before."
After giving orders to the slaves, he angrily led dozens of relatively tall "clan rats" away from Lord Ikrit.
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Dividing line
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A few minutes' work.
Esky has already performed teleportation several times.
After traveling through several different passages, the engineer warlock finally encountered the Skaven deserters.
Seizing the frightened deserters, Anoquayan recited from Eski's mouth, the thin winds of the sky gathered together with difficulty, and the blue "light spots" followed the bodies of these deserters, pointing out the signs for the engineering warlocks. A path with spiritual light.
After several more minutes of searching, the smell of blood became increasingly intense.
Under the second vision, the magic aura appeared again, and two yellow, purple-black, and dark green light spots were clearly displayed in front of Eski's eyes.
However, they were not in Eski's passage.
In front of the engineer warlock, thousands of monsters appeared, which were denser than a group of hyenas.
Those things were not much taller than wolves, but they had bodies like apes.
The dirty hair was pressed into a pile, like seaweed washed up on the shore, and the saliva hanging from his mouth fell to the ground, emitting a little smoke.
Ghouls are an important part of Nagash's military strength. Lord Ikrit originally thought that Nagash had problems controlling even the skeletons, and there was no way to take care of these flesh-eating monsters.
Who knew that they would actually be used to steal the rats' escape route.
The hundreds of meters of passage behind the ghoul were filled with the bones left by the rats.
In front of them, to the great surprise of the engineer warlock, there were actually the last batch of Skaven still holding on.
They were struggling to resist the collision of the ghouls in the front row with three stacked round shields.
From time to time, the line of rats was knocked away. It wasn't until a dozen rats were dragged away by ghouls in a panic to gnaw on them that the sword and shieldmen from the back row would fill up the front line.
The space here does not allow the elite Skaven behind to use slings, and the stones thrown with bare hands cannot cause harm to the ghouls. It is only a matter of time that the remaining rats, less than 600, will be defeated sooner or later.
Compared with ordinary Skaven, these creatures are not scary to the Engineer Warlock.
The creature's weakness is known to all Skaven involved in the war - its fear of fire.
If the Skaven troops serving as rear guards hadn't been allocated torches and oil, there wouldn't be only a few left.
Eski's attention quickly moved away from these ghouls. Although they have not yet learned to mobilize the power of Aksha (the wind of fire), the flames from Chaos can also send them to meet the God of Death.
He paid more attention to the two structures that were chasing other rats in the other two passages.
After casually releasing a dimensional wind howl, the engineering warlock once again tried to concentrate the meager sky wind underground.
