Chapter 98 Return (5)

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The space in the corridor is quite narrow, and the red light in Ikrit's eyes can only make the area tens of meters ahead appear as bright as a rat can see.

Smell and hearing are far more sensitive than vision in this case.

The Skaven have long been accustomed to this kind of environment. What makes them obviously uneasy is the smell of skeletons blowing along the wind.

The smell was too strong.

"Lord, I feel like there's something wrong with the plan."

"Maybe the skeletons won't let us poke their meatless butts. They may be waiting for us in formation."

The soldier behind Ikrit whispered. The high-speed running prevented him from making too much noise.

"Shut up, I can send you to see the Horned Rat early now."

Ikrit cursed and continued running without slowing down.

The sound of the chainmail colliding with the armor on the outside made a clanking sound. The dagger at the waist and the long sword on the back also collided with the warlord at any time, adding more fatigue to his body and spirit.

The hole was getting closer and closer, and you could almost see the faint light behind it. The warlord's nose wrinkled slightly and his ears stood up. .

"A new stench, the stench of dead people who have been dead for less than a week."

Saying that, Ikrit raised his paw.

"Stop!"

The Storm Rat behind the warlord failed to stop and almost collided with it.

Ikrit didn't mean to blame them, he just continued to give orders.

"Regain your strength and walk slowly over."

As he spoke, the warlord also drew out the black sword on his back and headed forward as if taking a walk.

However, the further he walked, the slower the warlord became.

"In the past wars, the skeletons knew this mountain better than we did. How could they not have discovered this passage."

Ikrit murmured to himself.

"The Stickman. It was a trap from the beginning."

"But I knew it was a trap, so I brought someone here anyway."

The Storm Rat looked at his master in fear. The warlord was talking to himself. His mental state was obviously not very good.

On the other side, the warlord's voice gradually turned into abuse.

"You are rotten, a eunuch who can't even become a breeding rat, and a cursed person who can't reach the next life. Sooner or later, the horned rat will swallow your soul whole!"

The expressions of the Storm Rats became even weirder.

After receiving the Gray Prophet's spell, they all became more motivated to fight, but they were not sure whether this spell had other effects on their lord.

"Lord?"

It was Baofengshu behind Ikrit who spoke again.

The warlord just turned around and glared at him fiercely.

"Shut up, you slave."

Ikrit didn't want to explain what happened just now, he just picked up the black long sword that had been unsheathed and walked forward step by step.

Green runes shone brightly on the spine of the sword, and the dimensional stone inlaid on the sword grid caused the blade to produce a layer of hazy undulating lines, along with the surrounding air and a strange green magical aura.

When I walked to the light, I found the group of skeletons outside that had been waiting for a long time.

The dark group of skeletons almost blocked the entire passage outside the cave entrance. Perhaps in order to leave enough space for the spear array, they gave up a place five meters outside the cave entrance.

This allowed Lord Iklit to walk directly out of the cave and examine the fleshless bones around him.

The skeletons at the front looked quite gorgeous. The golden bronze spear points in their hands were pointed at Iklit, but they did not take action directly.

The layers of golden armor were layered on top of each other, completely covering the fragile joints of the skeletons.

The skeletons at the back were covered by simple leather armor that only covered the shoulder joints. They were larger than the skeletons in the front, and there was still carrion left on their bodies.

The stench that the rats' noses can smell from a long way away is emanating from these skeletons.

Ikrit didn't speak any more, he just moved the water in his body

Giving the skeletons no time to move, the warlord's body had already moved in front of the spear array.

The black sword drew a string of light green lines in the air. The spear shaft, which was almost difficult to cut with ordinary chops, was cut and severed by the fluctuating magic energy. Dozens of wooden sticks with neat sections appeared in an instant.

Before the owner of the skeleton could let them continue attacking with wooden sticks, the warlord's long sword swung out in a semi-arc from right to left. Nearly ten skeletons within two meters of the body were quickly cut by the magic energy, from the waist to the waist. The bones were chopped off.

The skeleton's disconnected upper body fell to the ground, and the upper body's arms were also broken.

The skeletons with half of their bodies even tried to attack the warlord's legs with their skeleton heads without any teeth, even without arms and legs.

However, this is all in vain, just like the lower half of their bodies, whose cuts still exude the aroma of roasted bones.

"You dead thing, go to hell! Go to hell!"

The warlord's attack did not stop at all. He cursed the dead people while continuing to create breakthroughs in the pile of skeletons.

In just two minutes, no fewer than fifty skeletons were transformed into squirming things on the ground.

"He must be bringing in all the dead people in the entire fortress! Guards, continue to break through!"

The warlord said to the guards after taking off another skull head.

These personal guards have followed him forward for more than thirty meters.

Although the Guards only had about twenty people left after the division of troops, these Storm Rats equipped with brown steel armor and holding hammer halberds were still far stronger than the skeletons.

The hammers and halberds in their hands can easily smash the structures of these skeletons, and can also be used to stab fleshy creatures.

For example, Tregara is a predator that exists everywhere underground and targets ratmen.

These Storm Rats, who had been battle-ready and trained for a long time, continued to expand the chaotic opening of skeletons in the opening that the warlord broke through, which was a dozen people wide, so that the opening was quickly breached to a width of more than thirty people.

Inevitably, the Guards soon suffered damage, and the Clan Rats who followed them were quickly brought up to replace them with the Guards, leaving only the Warlords still fighting on the front line.

Clan rats do not have the advantage that storm rats have over skeletons, but they perform their most basic duty of protecting the warlord's flanks well.

Under the cover of the clan rats, the warlord continued to advance forward, and for the first time, the end of the skeleton group appeared within sight.

The warlord once again chopped off the three-headed skull from the shoulder blades to the ribs. The remaining carrion dumped the smelly liquid onto Ikrit's black fur, and the battle line continued to advance one point.

In the gap that Ikrit didn't see, two golden spears rushed towards the vertebral tips of the cone-shaped array on both sides. Under the golden metal on the surface, blue runes lit up, and the spears with magical properties The sharp points stabbed the warlord's waist from both sides almost simultaneously.

Green runes also lit up from the fish scale-like armor on the warlord's waist, but the green magical aura eventually dimmed.

The golden spear successfully pierced the warlord's scales, and then even the chainmail that followed. Just as he was about to pierce Ikrit's fragile kidneys, a layer of green magic aura suddenly appeared.

The spear was stuck in the warlord's armor, unable to move forward or retreat.

The warlord also took the opportunity to cut the skulls of the two skeletons who owned the spear to the ground.

Holding the spear on the left side, Ikrit stopped in place, and the rat's chirping sound was passed back sharply.

"Guards, rotation."

As he spoke, the warlord pulled off a dimensional stone amulet hanging on his chest, put it into his mouth and bit it into pieces.

Red liquid flowed from the corner of his mouth like blood, and green light covered the warlord's scarlet eyes.

The warlord bared his sharp teeth and laughed at the skeletons who were still attacking - the war here was declared over.

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Dividing line

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On the other side of the frontal battlefield, the Stormvermin commanders were trying to save the situation on the battlefield.

"Right wing, retreat back, storm rats, hold those clan rats in check!"

The troops belonging to the Rikeke clan behind them were pressing forward step by step, and they had no chance to escape.

And ahead is a sea of ​​skeletons with no end in sight.

"We have to expand the width of the battlefield and let the skeletons pursue us on the right wing. It's best to turn our left wing into a sharp spearhead."

A storm rat wearing red armor with three-foot spikes on his head suggested to the stronger storm rat, who was wearing black armor, even his face was wrapped in metal, and was nearly two meters tall.

"No, those useless Clan Rats of Rickek are crowding behind, which will make the dead things cause more damage to us."

The leader of the black armor shook his head and rejected the proposal, then immediately put forward his own.

"Let the Storm Rats go up. I will lead the team myself. We are far better at fighting than the Clan Rats. Each mercenary group will fight in rotation."

But he only had a few hundred more Storm Rats than other captains, and immediately a mercenary captain jumped out.

"I don't believe they will let us rotate down. If we want to go up, every mercenary group must have someone."

As they talked, the leaders of the various mercenary groups started arguing.

Mercenaries are not a clan, and they cannot surrender because of one person's authority. The leader of the black-armored mercenary group knows this very well.

He grabbed a small wooden box piled on the ground and lifted it up, releasing a faint green glowing mist.

"Take it with you."

The black-armored captain placed the box in the hands of a black-armored storm rat who was no shorter and thinner than him. Then he stopped the mercenary captain's quarrel with a sharp rattle and focused everyone's attention. On myself.

"Listen up, everyone, this box contains the commission for this hire! If we are killed, you will get nothing."

"As long as we return to the underground fortress alive, we can get what we deserve from Staden's lair! As long as we leave the underground fortress before the damn Ikrit comes, we will make more than we lose."

After speaking, he spoke in an almost commanding tone.

"All mercenary captains will lead the team and do the first row rotation. Those losers who only know how to take dimension stones don't dare and can't stop us from rotating with them!"

The matter was decided, and the black-armored captain was surrounded by hundreds of black-armored storm rats with a height of more than 1.9 meters. The rats, even equipped with iron sleeves on their teeth, moved forward slowly and without any hindrance. With.

Guards in four colors: red, brown, bright green, and bright yellow followed closely behind. The team of nearly 500 people passed through a large group of storm rats who were actively avoiding and were not uniformly dressed, and soon approached the front line. There are not many clan rats left,

A large amount of magical aura suddenly flashed across their bodies, endless courage emerged from their hearts, and the smell of battle sprayed onto every rat's armor.

The rats in crimson armor seemed to be going crazy, rushing straight into the skeleton's line, relying on their own armor and impact force to smash the skeleton's neat line into chaos.

The upright spears fell to the ground together with the bones of the skeletons' hands due to the impact as if they didn't exist.

The mercenary in black armor used his gauntlet to grab the attacking enemy's weapon, tearing the not-so-sturdy skeleton into pieces.

Under the influence of a group of mercenary guards, the skeleton line retreated tens of meters. However, behind them, there was still a tide of skeletons.

Just behind them, Skaven, whose body was covered with small tumors and whose gray-white hair was about to fall out, was holding a staff that was almost like a broken wooden stick in his hand, and the dimensional stone in his eye sockets was glowing green.

"Quickwall."

This is another mage who has returned to the battlefield. The white-haired Eski and his new apprentice are looking at the mage in front of them, making a submissive gesture and exposing their necks.

Quickwall didn't respond. The warpstone in his eyes flashed with faint green light intermittently, and he looked at Eski motionlessly.

"me?"

Eski understood what Quickwall meant, and the green smoke immediately drowned him and the clanrats belonging to Rickek behind him.

There was a burst of flash and smoke, and Eski's white figure appeared behind the black-armored soldiers. In front of them, an ocean-like skeleton was moving the long-dead bones, making a clicking sound.

During the battle, the sounds of swords and armor clashing were heard endlessly, but these sounds were suppressed by a rat-man language amplified by magic.

"Everyone, stay away, I'm going to use the Burning Flame Technique!"

Eski's words, accompanied by the improved rat buzzing technique, spread to every corner within a 300-meter radius.

With that said, Esky ignored the rats blocking the way and directly inserted his claws into the rocky ground with dimensional energy.

100CN of energy was injected into the temporary mana pool of the Scorch Flame Spell underground, and green light shone instantly under the ground. It was this excess energy that caused the spell to be overloaded, and the green-yellow fire couldn't stop leaking out of the ground in advance.

Dots of green-yellow stars spread forward like spots of different colors of starlight, illuminating the originally dark underground with a green-yellow light, until far away, to the end of the passage that the rats could not see.

The green-yellow, but almost imperceptible yellow flame first erupted from the engineering warlock's claws, and then evolved into a several-meter-high wave of flames that surged toward the distance.