The light green barrier twists like a wave in front, and it is comparable to the temperature of a furnace for Esky behind the barrier.
Not only the skeletons, but the rock walls around the tunnel were also burned red by the high temperature. After they melted, little bits of red glowing liquid gathered to form the magma, and the green flames were still releasing their remaining heat.
The rats behind Eski were staring dumbly at what was happening in front of them. The Storm Rat curled up his body like a humble slave.
The original height of 1.8 meters looks like less than 1.5 meters.
In the silence, a rat in red armor took over. His voice was trembling, but he still accused the engineering warlock with a little anger.
"You burned our commission, and you killed the leader of the Nakli mercenary group."
The unknown rat voice behind him made Esky hold his white beard and mutter to himself.
"Commission, dimensional stone? What do I mean, the magical energy I invested shouldn't be that strong."
Turning around, the engineer warlock cast his gaze on the group of storm rats of different colors, which made him laugh out loud the next second.
"The Five Colors Team? What kind of magical girl?"
Esky said with a smile. He came here in a hurry and didn't notice the costumes of these storm rats.
The faces of the rats showed confusion about the unfamiliar language. Only then did the white-haired engineering warlock remember what the situation was. He straightened his face, stretched out his right paw towards the storm rats, and pulled all the storm rats away. He was so frightened that he took a few steps back.
"Little boy, haven't you ever thought that if I can burn so many skeletons, I can also burn you?"
The engineering warlock's words caused the few Storm Rats who were standing to shrink down.
They had clearly seen the fate of the previous leader Nakli - turning into fly ash and bright red liquid.
It is natural for the strong to dominate the weak.
"Why do you have such a powerful spell? Among the mages I have seen, I have never seen such a strong attack ability."
The red leader who was kneeling on the ground asked, although his appearance was funny enough, it also meant a challenge to authority.
The engineer warlock, who had entered a serious Skaven state, immediately discovered this.
"Do I need to tell you more, little bastard?"
The engineering warlock looked straight at the storm rat, who was still no shorter than him after kneeling down, and made a dark and sharp sound in his throat.
"No, no, no, he is just a damn idiot, but my lord, with your abilities, you can definitely be a real member of the parliament in the big city, so why are you here."
The red leader lowered his head and exposed his neck. His submissive look seemed to say that he really thought so.
"That's because you don't know anything about the strength of the Parliament."
The engineer warlock raised his paw to hold the storm rat's chin, and looked at each other with two pairs of scarlet eyes.
"If the Chief Engineer Warlock needs me to fight for the last seat in the Council and become a member of the Decay Lords, I will go. But that has nothing to do with you, a humble mercenary captain."
"Also, if your legs and feet don't move faster, what you want to get from Staden won't exist."
With that said, Eski put down the Storm Rat and focused his gaze on the endless flames and lava that could not be passed through in the passage.
A large spell flowed out of Eski's mouth, and a small group of green droplets formed by the wind of life was attracted by the rock and resonated with the earth.
About 50CN of magic energy was easily sucked in, the temporary mana pool dissipated, and a stream of water surged through the baked red rock, pouring into the blazing green flames.
The liquid evaporated immediately, but a steady stream of clear water poured out, competing with the flames and lava for control of the underground passage.
Finally, a violent explosion appeared from there, and the flames and lava disappeared, leaving only hot water vapor and the still surging clear spring.
However, this violent explosion caused the rock wall on the top of the passage to collapse.
Another large group of green liquid wrapped around the legs of the engineering warlock flowed and covered the rock walls on both sides. Tengman stretched out from both sides out of thin air, supporting the passage that was about to collapse.
After doing all this, the engineering warlock's eyes returned to the Storm Rats and his party.
"We'll leave immediately, immediately, immediately."
The red rat took the lead in leading his subordinates through the green barrier and broke into the passage that was still filled with hot steam. Even though the floor made the pads of his feet sting, he did not dare to lead his subordinates back. Get out of the heat.
Looking at the mercenaries getting further and further away, Esky slowly walked towards the Gray Prophet.
The magical aura did not appear around the decaying rat man, and the weak aura made this old guy covered with gray-white sarcoma feel as if he was about to die immediately.
"Looks like you're pretty good at dealing with these things."
The Gray Prophet said feebly that what was rare was that such a conversation showed the engineering warlock that the Gray Prophet's mind was rarely sober.
"It's just a matter of burning a few thousand skeletons. Gray Seer can't do it too."
The engineering warlock took off the long-destroyed observer on his head. His scarlet eyes intertwined with his white fur, and the dim light of the warpstone dyed them all a faint green.
Raising his head, the white-haired rat looked up at the rat man, who was older but taller than him.
"I remember that the Gray Seers' favorite method was to use the Earth Fissure Technique to bury them into the abyss."
Quickwall looked at the green vines supporting the entire passage in the distance and seemed to be talking to himself.
"I am too old, but the Horned Rat needs my abilities."
Horned Rat needs?
But in the past, the old gray prophet did not show the power he should have, although he released several beneficial spells and guided the clan rats to perform ritual magic that could contact the horned rat.
However, his own magic power consumption is not much.
The engineering warlock didn't like the feeling of being confused, and blue light immediately covered Eski's eyes.
Blue electric sparks flashed in the corners of the engineering warlock's eyes. He borrowed the wind of Aegir to open a deeper magical vision than his second sight.
The old gray prophet doesn't have much mana, about 2500-3000CN, which is much less than Eski's upper limit.
Above his skull, behind the triangular runes carved on the bones, there is a pool of mana that is like an eternal solidification.
The green dimension stone energy stored there, which was regarded as a gift from the Horned Rat, was so much that Esky could not calculate it in a short time.
"Are you accumulating mana? Is this for dealing with Nagash?"
Before the Gray Prophet could respond, Eski continued speaking on his own.
"Breaking the spell is the easiest way, but the mana required is still quite large, so you need these mana pools?"
"However, I have studied all the oracle texts you interpreted, and I have also learned most of the magic. There is no mention of storing magic. Is this the Horned Rat?..."
Before Eski could continue, the Gray Prophet interrupted him.
"I will die at the hands of the Burning Man."
The Gray Prophet's tone was quite calm, and he had obviously accepted his fate.
"Is this your fate? That's why you can live for so long? Only he can kill you."
During the previous battle with the warlord, Eski had heard something that Iklit had long suspected as to why the Gray Prophet, who had been seriously ill for a long time, could persist on the battlefield for so long without falling down.
At the time, they understood it to be a blessing from the horned rat, but now it seems that it was some kind of prophecy-like power.
"The Horned Rat is my destiny."
The dimensional stones in the Gray Prophet's eyes flashed green. Seeing this, the engineering warlock lowered his head again and sent a blessing to the Gray Prophet:
"Hopefully the Horned Rat will make you his Lord of Disaster."
The green light of the warpstone shone on Esky's fur, and the Gray Seer's voice, like a broken windmill, reached the Engineer Warlock's ears.
"An ordinary white-haired rat at such an age and size would not possess so much magic power. I have seen many white-haired rat mages, but since the Great Horned Rat blessed the first twelve meeting lords, , there has never been anything like you."
How long did Quickwall live?
Esky was shocked and this question immediately emerged.
Could it be said that he is the councilor who was blessed when the Horned Rat first appeared in the world, or is he the successor of that group of councilors?
Immediately, the engineer warlock lowered his head.
"The mana of 4000CN is enough for me to burn these skeletons 40 times. This is certainly huge enough, but it is far from huge enough. Compared to the one we just met."
The engineering warlock's hand lit up with ghost flames, and the unpleasant viscous substance dripped from the fire onto the ground, emitting a stench unique to the horned rat magic.
"Many of the adult engineering warlocks are far inferior to me, and their origin is a secret. As for the Horned Rat, I can guarantee that they will not be harmful to the Horned Rat. But in this world, only the descendants of the Horned Rat are worthy of destruction. "
"..."
Quickwall remained silent and did not respond.
The long silence made the engineering warlock's patience gradually disappear. After about five minutes, the white-haired engineering warlock simply raised his head.
"I know you will be silent. This is normal. We, all the rats, will plot against the Horned Rat. What I want to know is, what do you want."
"As I said before, destroy the Burning Man."
As Quickwall spoke, the green light in his eyes became more intense, and he began to utter the same nagging words as before, just like when Eski saw him for the first time.
"I can defeat Nagash, as long as the Council can give me enough support, I have my own methods."
Eski's words never received a response, and he was rewarded with a magical wind that was remixed into chaotic energy, fluttering with the dance of the Gray Seer.
"Forget it, you won't understand even if I say it."
The engineering warlock sat on the ground dejectedly, and his white robe, which was already burnt black and fluffy due to dust, became even more tattered.
He looked at the departing Clanrats of Rikkek in the distance, and spoke in a voice that the Gray Seer could hear—perhaps the Horned Rat could lend his ears to hear.
"By integrating the energy of all the dimensional stones in this mountain into my body, I can be more powerful than Nagash, but this requires advanced black magic skills, and I haven't even begun to learn it."
"Perhaps those pointy ears can help me."
As he spoke, Eski's eyes became blurred. He thought of the elf mage who had already sailed away, but the words in his mouth did not stop, and he uttered them like a spell.
"How to protect my body during this process is also an important thing. However, there is still a lot of time. I am not an adult yet, so there is no need to worry."
"It is the Council that needs to worry, not you, the Great Horned Rat, the Honorable Horned One, the source of all our magic, the only father of the greedy rats."
"We can sustain more casualties, and the descendants of the Horned Rat will live on forever."
"Maybe I should be like the original history, fuse the dwarf's 'Grimvor' metal and warpstone into a new alloy, create a destructive weapon, enchant it with the entire Prophet clan, and use the entire Skryre clan to enchant it. The clan engraved the runes of destruction on it, and then added damage transfer and monitoring on the sword grid to enhance the magic of the user. Its power will be comparable to or even surpass the divine sword of the Elf murder god Kane."
"Oh, that's an interesting statement."
Eski turned his head. The green light in Gray Prophet's dimensional stone prosthetic eyes dimmed, but the green triangular rune on his skull shone a hundred times more powerfully than before under the magical vision.
"Are those all things that happened in the so-called 'history'? Are you the so-called person who travels through time?"
"But I have only seen time traveling forward, but I have never seen traveling backward to change time. Even though time has no meaning to us."
"This kind of change is rare even in the Chaos Demon Realm. No wonder, it's really interesting, my little mouse."
"Conspiracy is our game. We don't need detailed plans, we need viciousness, we need cruelty. What we need is not change, what we need is eternal calculation."
"I need to be a disease that kills people..."
Eski immediately interrupted the "Grey Prophet"'s words, lowered his head, and the engineering warlock humbly pleaded.
"Oh no, my great god, I will make believers no longer believe in this, just don't want this trait. I will definitely drive out all the heretics in Lustria."
"If you can grant me eternal bravery, my sword will give you the ashes of the world first."
Of course he knew that the person in front of him was no longer a simple gray prophet, and it was quite dangerous to interrupt the gods' words.
Especially the one in front of him is even more dangerous. He will often eat the powerful rat lord like a snack.
What's more, in the culture of the Rats, interrupting a superior is the greatest disrespect.
However, the Plague Clan was indeed unacceptable to him.
The bald tail whipped Esky's body like a slave rat.
"Who allowed you to speak at this time?"
