After about a few saltpeters, Eski looked at the group of Skry troops in front of him with twitching lips.
Almost all the elite troops were left behind in Skulli's factory. The tens of thousands of clan rats here only had relatively old armor and relatively thin bodies.
These thin cannon fodder will soon be brought to the surface by the Storm Rat Lord selected by about twenty engineering warlocks.
Regardless of these cannon fodder, the clan rats of the same quality waiting beside the cannon immediately made Esky feel a bulging sensation in his temples.
"Is this a weapons operator? Here comes the Horned Rat! They haven't even learned how to fire! I might as well hand these things over to the Rikaik clan!"
"No, no, these are just spares."
Warren led the army in an untidy manner, and his walking posture was quite casual. It looked like a large group of clan rats were heading towards Eski in a carefree manner.
"They are."
The old engineering warlock pointed at the clan rats in the rear wearing uniform red uniforms.
"The Zambi Team, a mercenary team affiliated with Vitrik Engineer Warlock, has been supporting clan warlords in some strongholds in the north for a long time."
"They were good at using captured dwarf weapons in the past. These things are similar to those, so they can probably be used proficiently."
Esky's eyes turned to those things.
Under the red glimmer in the eyes and the green light of the warpstone lamp, one can still see those shiny golden decorations, which look like some kind of bronze decoration, plus those red ones that are quite expensive in the ratman society. The cloth is enough to show the financial resources of this mercenary group.
"Mercenaries? I thought they would be similar to those hired by Lord Ikrit."
Eski approached the clan rat who was the most gorgeously dressed and had a string of horned rat head decorations made of crystal hanging around his neck. He was almost 1.75 meters tall and observed carefully.
Lord Iklit often hired some mercenaries to fill the battle line when the soldiers of the Reikek clan were attrition too much.
But the appearance of those mercenaries is, at best, better than that of ordinary small clans. For example, Esky has seen some of the mercenaries equipped with sleeping bags, temporary toilets and so on.
And what he saw in front of him, whether it was the crystal decoration or the triangular runes on it, which were probably made by the Gray Prophet, were not comparable to the kind of mercenaries he had seen before.
The mercenary, who was looked around by Eski, was stiff in embarrassment. He took a step back and exposed his neck to express his submission.
"No, no, no, distinguished engineer warlock, we are different. Our leader has studied mathematics and physics in the Skary clan in Skaven Mordor. Therefore, only we can fulfill Skry's requirements. completed."
He argued fearfully that the Zambi team and the engineering warlocks had worked together for so long, so they naturally knew the other party's extraordinary power.
"Really? That's really a talent."
Eski said in a cold tone.
"Speaking of which, I didn't find Storm Rats here."..."Storm Rats can become a small leader in any clan. In those small clans, they can even directly become the clan leader. They probably don't need to be mercenaries. of."
The mercenary paused, lowered his tone slightly, and said.
"Besides, our leader doesn't like Storm Rats very much."
"I don't like those things that can barely see themselves, but as cannon fodder, they are still more qualified than the clan rats."
"If you want to prove that the clan rats are much stronger than those idiots when they have wisdom, then destroy enough skeletons."
"After that, your Zambi team can also establish a cooperative relationship with me. I have always liked your spontaneous strength."
With that said, Eski placed a Rattlin in front of Team Zambi.
"Let's start by learning this thing."
Step by step
During the decomposition teaching, only the empty military camp and the Zambi team who were still in place were left in the originally crowded Scully station.
On the ground, the vibrations of the staggered claws contacting the ground caused the sand and stones above their heads to fall continuously, and the battle was about to begin.
On the unnamed peak opposite Cripple Peak, Ikrit was observing the details at the bottom of the mountain with the telescope Eski made for him, sighing from time to time.
The evil moon Mosrib was closer to the ground than yesterday, and the green moonlight illuminated the red clouds that have been floating above Cripple Peak all year round.
Ikrit, who was supposed to be enlivened by the power of chaos, did not look happy at all.
The moon in the sky not only strengthens the power of Skaven, but also seems to strengthen the power of the undead, and the moonlight can make those skeletons see farther.
"The moonlight is too bright, go around behind the ridge."
Feeling Eshiliga's approach behind him, Ikrit confessed without looking back.
"There is a barbarian fortress over there. Your scouts, plus my surprise attack team, can ignite the tribal strongholds belonging to those human gadgets in the back."
"I'm afraid not, Lord Ikrit."
Model's trapper objected, holding a rat-headed dog-like creature.
"We have to directly attack the camp at the foot of Nagash Mountain."
Before the trapper could say anything else, Ikrit slapped him in the face, causing the trapper to fall on the cliff and break his head.
"Model's stuff, I don't care what that old madman told you, you have to follow my command tonight."
Facing the wolf-rat that might be rushing towards the trapper, Ikrit's claws, which were much faster than the wolf-rat, completely opened the wolf-rat's abdominal cavity at a speed that was completely invisible to the rat's eyes.
Green intestines and red other organs were scattered all over the floor.
Then, Ikrit looked at the faces of the Storm Rats that he was not familiar with and said sternly.
"And all of you newcomers, listen, I know the weakness of the stickman monster on the opposite side! The more scattered his troops are, the weaker his ability to control those skeletons will be."
"So, we must have enough attack points! I once harassed more than 3,000 strongholds at the same time, reducing the skeleton's combat capability by half. Even then, my troops still suffered heavy losses."... "If you want to If the entire army is to be wiped out, then let’s attack from the front!”
Just as he was talking, a series of strange owl hoots came from a distance.
The rebel master made the same sound, and then his face became quite gloomy.
"Eshiriga?"
Ikrit asked immediately.
In the war with the stickman monsters, the rebel lord's scouts are their eyes, and the war in the tunnel is not bad.
In a ground battle, the information brought by these eyes is very important.
"My scout accidentally touched a skeleton. Damn the newbie. The stickman will know our actions soon."
Ashiri's suppressed angry voice leaked out from between the sharp teeth, and his black eyes looked at the fortress on the opposite side that was still emitting shining green smoke.
"Maybe he already knows."
"The surprise attack force must not be in place at this point. It seems that we need some big scenes to delay the time."
Ikrit made a decision immediately.
"Model's thing, prepare your rat trolls. The other clans should try to disperse the war zone and act according to the plan formulated in the war council."
The messengers belonging to various clans began to rush in all directions quickly, but the messengers of the Model clan did not move at all.
"No, there is no need to use the rat troll yet."
The trapper, who had just been knocked to the ground, stared at Iklit with resentment in his eyes.
"Send out the wolves!"
Ikrit frowned slightly, then waved his paws.
"It's up to you, but if the frontal battlefield collapses, the Prophet's Council and the Council of Thirteen will be responsible for your Model clan."
At this moment, behind an old iron, two Skaven wearing leather fully enclosed protective suits with Skryll Clan observers on their eyes slowly came closer.
"If possible, the Skryre clan can also provide sufficient help."
In the Skry clan below, all the engineering warlocks no longer even thought about continuing to work in the factory, and continued to sit around in the restaurant, suppressing the panic in their hearts with the freshly cooked barbecue.
"Is there nothing wrong with just using those cannon fodder things?"
A young engineer warlock asked old Warren this question for the third time.
"We gathered two apprentices who need to be dealt with and went out."
Vitrik stuffed a few pieces of fat into his mouth and grunted.
"If they can survive, give them the power of a stronghold in the north."
As he spoke, he sat sideways and looked at the white-haired rat man facing him.
Next to Esky, there was the ogre who looked wrong, with two tongues and wearing so-called power armor, and the one who, no matter what Vitrik thought, was not quite right, the so-called new clerk.
After thinking about it, he felt that there was no need to remind him, so Vitrick said casually.
"Eski, with the project funds you gave us this time, our railway can probably start construction for another 20 kilometers. However, we still don't even have a clue about the dimensional train you mentioned."
"Didn't you say that getting that thing called the Demon Engine can solve this problem?"... "Eski?"
Vitrick asked again when he received no response. He raised his head and saw Eski mumbling something inexplicably again.
"There's something wrong with the magical wind tonight."
A blue-purple light instantly replaced the red color of Esky's eyes.
"Mosribs are bright, they shouldn't just be like this."
"You guys eat first, I have to confirm some things."
Esky hurriedly ran out, leaving Vitrick with a solemn expression looking at the remaining engineering warlocks.
"It seems that the youngest engineer warlock has fallen into a trap that is difficult to escape. Shall we test the attitude of the chief engineer warlock?"
In the square outside the restaurant, next to the black magic plant, Eski stood up straight.
The uneasiness given by the wind of heaven became stronger and stronger, and it whispered in Esky's ears that conspiracy existed in the world.
Eski looked at the magical wind in the deep magic vision. Not only did the total amount remain unchanged, the magical aura in his sight was already decreasing imperceptibly.
Esky eagerly took out the book with the blue-purple magical aura from the sapphire arch, and couldn't wait to open the Book of Female Ganqi to reserve a place for the future.
When he returned to his factory just now and was flipping through the book in preparation for explaining the route to the ogres, Esky discovered that the position of the Book of Destiny on the map was actually changing, and it was getting closer and closer to their Nagash. Zal.
Logically speaking, he should be happy that this thing was delivered to his door, but inexplicable uneasiness echoed in the omen of the wind of heaven.
This means that this is probably Nuganqi's conspiracy.
But there is no way to guess what the conspiracy is.
Opening the Book of Nuganqi again, the location above shows that the location of the Book of Destiny is less than thirty kilometers away from Nagashzar.
"Is it so close?"
If it is Nuganqi's conspiracy, then what is it? Nvganqi, the great demon, delivers the goods in person? Or is that thing taking the initiative to collect his soul?
If that's the case, how to defeat the great demon Nuganqi? Moreover, how to let the apprentice take the blame? What if Nv Ganqi's conspiracy takes away his soul?
A series of questions appeared in Eski's mind.
Although he knew that his mind was close to being corrupted, the engineer warlock still couldn't control his thoughts.
Suddenly, he felt himself tripping on something and almost fell.
Looking down, something that originally belonged to Hecate and was made in her spare time - a set of chess-like things that belonged to the elves - were now scattered on the ground.
The chess pieces of the two sides were intertwined in a chaotic manner, but if you look carefully, you can find that the chess pieces of both sides fell together quite coincidentally, facing each other.
"What is this hinting at? Damn it, the Lord of Changes should be cut to pieces with a thousand swords."
Esky kept cursing the female Ganqi with different words in the rat language, and the green rune on his right paw shone brighter and brighter, but Eski could not wait for even a laugh from the horned rat.
This made the engineering warlock lower his head and stamp his feet angrily. Below, a little moist liquid leaked out from under the robe, and the smell of fear filled the entire square.
If this continues, you will be scared to death before anything comes.
The green stream of the wind of life danced with Anoquiyan, and magic sealed the area of fear in his mind with Anoquiyan's call.
No matter what, Nuganqi, come if you want.
Eski's eyes were filled with fighting spirit again. The ogre's demonic engine used Slaanesh's technology!
At the same time, twenty kilometers away.
A hunched team was marching nervously and chaotically.
According to a crazy prophet, it is said that the book given by Brother Mao, who may look a little strange, says that there is an aaagh worth launching here!
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How can Tao survive when things perish?
