The skink was silent for a while, shaking the fin-shaped yellow crown on its head, and suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and hissed.
"If you are in a hurry, there is said to be a noble Slan further south, but I have never seen it."
He vaguely remembered that when communicating with another group of skinks from an ancient city in the south, the other party said that there was also a noble Slan in that city.
"What the hell were you talking about just now."
The old king Aden Horu asked.
The barbarian only said the last sentence from beginning to end, but Alkadiza was able to have a complete conversation with this barbarian, which already shows that the barbarian is not simple.
However, he has never liked dealing with these barbarians, even though his ancestors had friendship with these barbarians.
Alkadiza said directly.
"I hope to ask Mr. Skink's tribe for the kind of war beast recorded in the book, in accordance with our past employment agreement. But he said that he must ask for instructions from a kind of venerable being called a Slann."
"it's necessary."
Looking at his father's distrustful gaze, Alkadiza added.
"Nehekhara's army included infantry, chariots, and cavalry, but it did not have a decisive impact."
"We can't defeat large enemies that are tens of meters tall, especially when their strength far exceeds ours."
"The usurper had powerful enough construct technology back then. It is quite reasonable to create a power similar to the evil I have seen now."
"So, if we want to make the Northern Expedition, we must have a force that can compete with them."
"Except for the giant steam scorpions that the Lybalas only exist in books and have not been seen in real life for many years, and other steam machines, there are only giant war beasts owned by Mr. Skink's tribe. "
Neferata interrupted at this time. Driven by the flight of necromantic energy, the woman's body smelling of lotus perfume floated in front of Alkadiza and the skink.
"Slank, Skink? I have heard of the deeds of these barbarians in the past, but I have never heard of them claiming their names."
"You have focused all your energy on those political maneuvers and have almost never left Lahmia City."
Alkadiza stroked her long black hair.
He guessed that Neferata might not have left Lamia since she became a vampire. After all, she couldn't bask in the sun and the distance she could move was too limited.
Neferata had different opinions on this, staring at Alkadiza with her dark vertical pupils.
"You may have misunderstood me. I once spent some time in my maid's home country, that distant Eastern Silk Country."
"Perhaps you can share these experiences with my parents, which may improve their impression of you."
Neferata got closer to Alkadiza.
"Arkadiza, you seem to have made a mistake. From what I've seen, you are mine, not that I am yours."
Forget it, that savage... Skink over there, can you tell me what position your Slann has? "
As she spoke, she floated behind Alkadiza, got close to the skink, and took a close look at the barbarian who had gold leg rings and arm rings on his blue thighs and arms.
The skink stared at the female warm-blooded creature in front of him that exuded a strange smell, rolled his eyes around, let out a strange cry in his throat, and then said.
"Slan is Slan. The noble Slan is the fifth batch of Slan created by the great gods, guiding the direction of the sons of gods."
Neferata immediately asked.
"Gods? What gods? A god like Asaf?"
As a member of the royal family, she was very aware of the antiquity of the Nehekhara gods.
If these barbarians were created by some gods, wouldn't they also be extremely ancient creatures?
"god……"
The skink froze on the spot for a long time, its head shaking from side to side.
After a while, he still didn't think of what to say, so he simply fell silent.
Neferata stared into the lizard's eyes, getting closer and closer, but suddenly backed away as if she was electrocuted.
The vampire covered the right side of his face in pain, pointed at the three gold plaques hanging on the skink's chest, and asked angrily.
"Ah, what is this?!"
The skink looked puzzled, looked down at the amulet engraved with runes, and answered in the still strange Nehekhara language mixed with hissing sounds.
"Holy talisman, if it harms you, it means you are evil."
Halfway through, he seemed to deny his idea, let out a strange cry, and continued.
"But it doesn't smell like it, nor does it look like it. I should ask the Skink Priest for advice."
"Skin Priests? Are they different from Slann?"
Alkadiza asked.
"A Slann is a Slann, and a Skink is a Skink."
The Skink's words welled up in the prince's heart, and then the Skink stopped talking and just swung its tail with two golden tail rings.
"Anyway, I'm going to the southern jungle to look for Slan, whom he has never seen before, so that I can send troops north as soon as possible."
Arkadiza soon made a decision, but was stopped by Neferat.
"I go with you."
"You can't bask in the sun, and your legs don't let you move freely."
"Give me an expedition and that's enough." ap.
Arkadiza's words made Neferata and Arkadiza's relatives raise objections at the same time.
"Absolutely not!"
"The work of the expedition should not be done by the prince!"
"It's such a dangerous place, what if something happens to you?!"
A group of people quarreled. Such arguments made time fly by, but no practical conclusions were reached.
In the far north, in the underground fortress of the Skaven, new changes have appeared around the parliament hall that was still under preparation.
Eski looked at the flow of the magical wind on his hands. He was sure that he had been here for about an hour.
After such a long time, there was movement again outside the street.
The special smell emitted by a large number of Skaven gathered together gradually spread to Esky's nose.
"It looks like we're about to launch an attack."
Esky said, and Ikrit beside him also opened his eyes.
About ten minutes later, something strange appeared on Esky's observer screen.
Several thick iron plates were piled on the wooden cart, and something like a slave rat was pushing behind it, slowly moving in the direction of Eski.
"What kind of homemade tank."
The rapid metabolism gives these rats the ability to come up with solutions faster than humans, but it has to be said that this solution is still ill-considered.
Not to mention that it is very easy for 13mm bullets to penetrate these steel plates. Even if they cannot penetrate, the load-bearing wooden structure below and the slave rats occasionally exposed behind are very good targets.
As the firing button was pressed, the rotating barrel quickly fired out thick bullets that were longer than Eski's knuckles.
Under the green flashing track, a smooth round hole suddenly appeared on the steel plate, and a large cloud of smoke and dust stirred up in front and behind it.
Soon, under the impact of the bullets, these steel plates fell down, revealing a group of slave rats with huge wounds on their chests at the back, still bleeding.
Not even clan rats? Eski frowned.
This seems to be just a test.
Feeling that the mana in his body was not yet fully charged, Esky counted on the other party to continue to delay time, which would also give him an even greater advantage.
At least, the gray prophet who opposed him could not automatically recover his mana.
Those ones
The hostile Skaven fell into silence again, but Esky knew that this was just them making new preparations before the next attack.
A few kilometers away, Eshiliga, who had just entered the outermost range of the underground fortress, stopped.
"The atmosphere in the city is not right."
Eshiliga looked at the pedestrians who no longer existed on the street and immediately realized something was wrong.
After passing several familiar corners, a cooing owl sound came from the mouth of the rebel lord, and soon, a Skaven in black robes appeared in front of Eshiliga.
"The Gray Prophets have decided to take action, and their subordinates are gathering around the council hall."
After being reported by his subordinates, the defector frowned.
Really?
He already knew the Gray Prophet's plan before leaving, but he didn't expect it to be so complicated.
In fact, he still has a choice now. If he abandons Ikrit at this time and surrenders to the Gray Prophet, he may not be able to get ahead.
Thinking of the iconic arrogance of the Gray Prophets, Eshiliga clenched his claws.
Nor does it seem necessary to be subjected to that level of humiliation.
"Come a few people and go over there with me."
As he spoke, Eshiliga built his claws inside the rock wall and quickly climbed to the top of the surrounding decaying buildings.
But even on the tops of these buildings, given the speed of their scouts and assassins, it would take some time to reach the parliament hall.
After dozens of minutes of preparation, the rats from the Gray Prophet faction were ready for their third attack.
A bell rang across the battlefield, like a signal, and the Gray Prophet's army appeared in Eski's field of vision.
This time it was the Storm Rats wearing heavy armor. They didn't even carry shields. Instead, they carried iron halberds that were longer than the guns used in Rickek's gun-shield formation.
Still remembering, if those steel plates just now were useless, the armor that the Storm Rat could wear would have even less defensive capabilities.
The green trail struck again in the direction of the Storm Rats.
Only this time, the strange thing was that although smoke and dust continued to appear among the Storm Rats, not a single Storm Rat fell.
Esky immediately turned the observer to maximum magnification.
The long-range mortal's reaction ability allowed him to quickly see that the bullets were not blocked, but were scattered on the surrounding walls, the ground, or other things.
Reaching out and licking the fishy air, Eski immediately understood what was going on.
It was not just dimensional energy, but also the smell of magical wind. Judging from the effect of the bullets being deflected aside, it seemed to be a conceptual magic shield.
"Bullet avoidance shield?"
Eskey guessed.
"I didn't expect the Gray Prophet to be capable of such a trick."
Such magic is pure heresy to the Skaven's religious beliefs, but this method of warfare does work.
However, although these Storm Rats are now immune to bullet damage, it seems that the Gray Prophet has won, and Eski also believes that he has won.
Providing a magic shield requires energy, especially if an entire basic unit establishment is provided with this conceptual magic shield, which will inevitably lead to a large consumption of the Gray Prophet's magic power.
In this way, the Gray Prophet is only a short distance away from death.
While Eski was thinking about how to break the Gray Prophet's spell at the lowest cost, the harsh chimes of the Screaming Bell spread throughout the battlefield.
Initially, Eski just felt uncomfortable and continued shooting.
However, gradually, the sounds of throwing away the long hair and shield appeared in Esky's ears one after another.
Looking sideways, there are all kinds of clan rats lying on the ground with their weapons and shields down.
Even a few storm rats were not spared.
A large number of clan rats had bleeding from their mouths, noses and ears at the same time under the sound of the bell. More clan rats who tried to resist on the front line became weaker and weaker and fell to the ground before the opponent's offensive arrived.
Eski looked in the direction where the bell was coming from, but saw nothing.
Even though the chimes of the Screaming Bell were extremely clear, Eski could only guess which street it was at the back of.
The big bell must be killed, but how to do it?
Esky silently recited Anoquiyan, and even recorded a few rare spells in Nagash's notebook.
His will seemed to have left his body and drifted to the outside, entering the ubiquitous magical energy. In the energy with will, he quickly found the part of the Gray Prophet.
If the opponent still allowed him to occupy it, the Gray Prophet would have died of "illness from overwork" on the battlefield.
But obviously, a high-end spellcaster like Gray Prophet is very aware of the routines of these peers and similar peers, and his will was quickly re-added to the magical energy that he could still connect with.
The remnants of that soul in the magical energy were too obvious, and Esky could even taste jealousy and hatred from it.
And Eski's will is as cold and sharp as an ice pick, and can easily absorb some magical energy.
However, the distance between the big clock and the spellcaster Eski is still too far.
At that distance, the little bit of magic energy controlled by Esky has no way to play a decisive role.
at the same time.
The Storm Rats slowly and leisurely moved towards the high ground of the Council Hall, and the infantry battle would soon begin, while Rickek's Clan Rats were still in a state of near-fleeing.
Esky probably knew what the other person was thinking.
He probably wanted to use this state to protect Rickek's soldiers and slowly consume his magic power.
