Having already eaten so many dimensional stones, Trabb must fight them, or at least release the excess energy.
Otherwise, the energy of a large amount of warpstone will burn his body.
Seeing the changes in Trabb's body, Eski's face became uncertain.
A full 8,000, which is twice as much as when Eski's magic power was full. What's more, his magic power is not very full now.
"Want to fight?"
Eski eliminated the magic aura all over his body and took a step back.
"This is the core area of the Skry clan. Do you want the other clans to laugh at it? There will also be damage to the factory. You should know the chief engineering warlock."
"The Model clan just arrived here with their weapons. Are you going to let that damn upstart replace us?"
Eski's question only elicited a burst of wild laughter from the Grand Engineer Warlock.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm already on the front line!"
"If the Chief Engineer Warlock transfers me, I would be happy to do so. You should know that his orders have no effect here, right? I am the Chief Engineer Warlock."
As he spoke, a dimensional lightning struck towards Esky's face, hitting the dimensional force field and causing dense green ripples in the air.
Esky raised his hands, expanding the range of the dimensional force field to the vicinity of Trabb.
The magic power of the two surged in the air, constantly colliding with sparks of sparks from the dimensional stone.
"I haven't invaded your thirteen factories at all. I just want you to hand over your power and find a place to retire. How can I not get your understanding?"
Eski really didn't understand, but he just asked the other party to retreat, and he didn't ask for any of his property.
With the ability of the Grand Engineer Warlock, he can make a comeback anywhere. Even if he cannot return to the rat stronghold in the west under the orders of the Chief Engineer Warlock, there is still much to be done in the vast east.
Fighting to the death for the power of a mere place like this?
If it were him, he would have admitted defeat when he saw the Rats and Iklit and his like in his position uniting.
The magic power Trabb released for the dimensional force field became stronger and stronger, but inexplicably a gap without sparks flowed out in the air, allowing him to look at Eski and roar.
"I am the greatest Skaven in the world. Not to mention you, even Mosquita is not qualified to deprive me of my power!"
This made the corners of Eski's mouth twitch along with the corners of his eyes.
The arrogance and arrogance of Skaven are engraved in their bones. Although they often do not show it under the pressure of reality, every Skaven thinks that they are the greatest ratman in the world.
Everyone else deserves to die because they either got lucky or took up the opportunity that should have been given to them.
Therefore, for a typical Skaven of Trabb's status, it is absolutely impossible to accept a person who is much younger than him and whose status is lower than him to take away his position.
"So you're already planning to join the people in Ojo?"
Esky's tone had become like a daily greeting, but Trabb's words became wild in the heat of the brain on the dimension stone. ….
"That's right, you still have a little bit of inspiration in your stupid mind, so you should know that we will definitely win or lose today."
"But your clumsy point of view matches my great wisdom. The factory cannot suffer losses in the battle. Let's fight on the ground!"
The two rats, one embarrassed and one crazy, looked at each other's faces with different expressions, and activated the same spell at the same time.
Teleport
Green smoke with the aroma of warpstone immediately enveloped every corner of the room.
On the other side of the underground fortress, in the Rikek clan's tent, Ikrit and Eshiliga were resting on recliners made of vines and eating grapes.
This kind of fruit food is quite precious in Skaven society, and it is almost the same as the black corn in the magic city that symbolizes the center of power.
status.
So after roughly mastering the wind of life, Iklit spawned a lot of creatures in the bedroom that was always illuminated by the light of the warpstone lamp.
"I heard from Eski that the sugar content of this thing is not high enough. The main reason is that the light intensity is not enough. It has to be grown under the hot desert sun to make it more delicious."
As he said that, he put a grape into his mouth and changed the subject.
"So, your men can also learn his magic?"
"Of course, he plans to let my assassins also use shadow magic. It is said that they can hide their whereabouts."
The defector said frankly that Eshiliga didn't think there was anything to hide about their friendship over the past few decades.
As he spoke, the rebel master grabbed a large handful of grapes from the fruit plate nearby and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing the astringent grape seeds as well. This refreshing feeling made him a little addicted.
"It's really thoughtful to give restoration magic and strengthening magic to warlords like me, and concealment magic to assassins like you."
Ikrit sneered.
"Although I have thought about why he would do this, as expected, I still can't refuse this bait."
Of course he could see Eski's purpose, wasn't it just to try to use them against the Council of Thirteen? In the past few decades, almost a hundred years, this level of calculation is still too young.
"I really don't know that you still have the courage to confront the Council of Thirteen who gave you power. Your magic is not as easy to hide as mine."
Eshiliga looked into Ikrit's eyes and said.
Fifty years ago, when the expedition first started, if the reconnaissance force had not been welded to his body, he would have led someone to put a dagger into Ikrit's eyes or between his eyebrows soon.
That's because of the Council of Thirteen. The Council of Thirteen doesn't want Iklit, a guy with no foundation, to have command of Skaven's troops, even in name only.
But now, Ikrit is still just the leader of Rikaik who has no foundation, whether it is Vitrik's overflow, Sirik's plague, or those small clans and Rikaik who break barriers. The relationships are all inseparable.
Even though the more than a thousand subordinates of the defecting lord have been tied to death by Rickek, Eshiliga still doesn't think that Rickek's power can compete with the Council of Thirteen or even the Council of Prophets. ….
Ikrit looked at Eshiliga's fearful expression, shook his head, and said in high spirits.
"We have used the Gray Prophet's life-extending scroll, and we have also used the Skryre clan's elixir of immortality. This is their restriction on us, but perhaps, we can take the technology of immortality into our own hands."
At this time, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and there were even the sounds of several guards trying to stop him, while the running rat shouted an emergency.
Soon, a rat in black robe knelt in front of Eshiliga.
"Report! Report!"
The other person's breath became uneven due to the intense running, but he still tried to finish the rest of his words.
"Two engineer warlocks from the Skryre clan started fighting on the ground, less than two kilometers away from Cripple Peak."
Ikrit's pupils shrank. On the top of Cripple Peak was Nagash's residence and fortress, facing the direction of the underground fortress, and the two skulls that were taller than ten ratmen.
Through a huge loss, they already knew that the thing was something used to enhance Nagash's spell.
"What?! These idiots are not afraid of dead people. Did that damn stickman notice them?"
The old warlord cursed angrily.
A few days have passed, and although the Stickman Monster has not launched another offensive to retake the mining area, who knows whether the opponent's injuries have recovered or whether he is secretly waiting for the rats to reveal their flaws?
A cautious commander like him has been calculated by Nagash's deliberate show of weakness in the past few decades, let alone these ignorant engineering warlocks!
"Who are they?"
Erica asked.
"The Eski Engineer Warlock, and the other one who was the first member of the Supreme Council of the former camp, the Trabu Great Engineer Warlock."
The scout's answer made the defector's eyes darken, and he almost lay down on the couch again.
"I asked him to deal with Skull's internal problems. Is this how he deals with it? Are you in trouble?"
"Even if you let me handle it, even if you pay a little more money."
Ikrit also echoed.
"Let's see first how to take action."
After saying that, holding his head, Eshiliga put the black robe back on his head and signaled the scout to go out. After a while, he lowered his voice and said to Ikrit.
"I'm going to find a way to get Wilski's enchanted rune sword. That thing can deflect the stickman's magic attack to a certain extent."
As he said this, Eshiriga cursed.
"Damn it, the Council of Thirteen is rich."
Then, the rebel leader suggested to the old warlord.
"You take your rune talisman and go up there first. If the Stickman Monster takes action, you might be able to save Eski's life."
However, Ikrit was not in a hurry to act according to Eshiliga's words.
The old warlord silently took out a cigarette that had just been rolled with yellow paper and green tobacco leaves from his pocket, lit a match produced by Skulli, lit the dimensional stone tobacco leaves, and the smoke mixed with green mist was inhaled by Lord Ikrit lungs, making his brain become hot. ….
"My gut told me to leave him alone."
Ikrit said.
"He was the one who injured Stickman. Our magical weapons did no harm to Stickman at all, but they could weaken Stickman's ability to control the troops."
"Perhaps he did this because he thought the stickman had not recovered yet?"
Eshiliga looked at the rat man who was paralyzed on the recliner, and his tail whipped at the opponent's feet.
"No matter what you think, I have to go and see."
However, despite saying this, almost an hour had passed by the time Eshiriga stole the rune sword and rushed to the ground.
Right before his eyes, gray, yellow and blue magical auras had completely surrounded the tall brown-haired rat man with no clothes on his body and green eyes.
The robe on Eski was also gone, replaced by white rags on the ground and a broken copper instrument inlaid with dimension stones.
The white-haired rat who was also naked approached the taller brown-haired rat.
"Damn you bastard, you can indeed temporarily increase your mana more than me, but your abilities are all in the Skull."
"In my words, they are all taught by a master and cannot be broken."
"If I were like you, of course I would be crushed to death by your huge magic power. Unfortunately, I have abilities other than Scully, so go and die, my dear Trabu."
As Esky spoke, a fine yellow light appeared on the sharp claws, and the entire hand shone with a metallic luster.
There was a trace of cruelty in Trabb's eyes, and his body, which was trapped by the wind of shadow, twisted by the wind of metal, and cursed by the wind of heaven, actually shook a bit.
Just when Eski's claws were about to pierce his heart, fine green ripples appeared in front of him.
"It's still a dimensional force field. It's really boring. It has the ability to penetrate magic shields."
As he spoke, Eski's claw had completely penetrated Trabu's chest, and the other claw cut off the opponent's head.
"Your skull is pretty good. I'll ask for your opinion from now on."
Taking advantage of the fact that the other party had just been decapitated and was not yet completely dead, Esky held Trabb's head and smiled.
Use this fresh, still dripping head with the opponent's just
With his newly severed tail tied around his waist, Eski quickly noticed the rebelling master holding a rune sword.
"Why, my dear betrayed lord, what's the matter with you?"
As he spoke, the engineering warlock focused his eyes on the sword that looked inexplicably familiar.
"What do you mean? Nagash shouldn't be able to repair his injuries for the time being, unless..."
Before Esky finished speaking, he raised his claws, and green smoke instantly covered the surrounding area, followed by a green flash.
Teleport
Eshiliga and Eski have returned to a tunnel underground.
Although he didn't know why his body reacted this subconsciously, the wind from heaven did bring him an urgent warning, and even now, the warning has not disappeared.
Looking at Eski's face, Eshiriga also came closer, but he didn't see anything unusual.
"Don't worry, it should be a minor problem. The Skryre clan under my control will help you fight against the guys from the big city."
With that said, Eski led Eshiriga towards the industrial area of Scully. Amidst the smoke and heat caused by smelting, Eski continued to make this promise.
"Even the new Skull will not interfere with you. Considering Skull's cannon, your chances of winning will be greatly improved."
However, a few kilometers away, in a black coffin engraved with green runes, on a black bone shining with green runes, the light suddenly intensified for a moment.
"Got you, damn rat."
How can Tao survive when things perish?
