On the ridge of the nameless mountain peak, Ikrit's tail swung slowly and irritably on the ground.
Here, you can easily observe the situation below using Skry's telescope, and you can also get out of Nagash's sight as quickly as possible, and use the soil layer to reduce the penetration of Nagash's will into the material world.
Despite this, this is still not a good enough command place for Ikrit. He is here, which means that the messengers must also wait here.
This place is thousands of meters away from the large underground tunnel. This distance makes the speed at which his orders can be conveyed far slower than establishing a command post at the bottom of the mountain.
It's all the damn Staden's fault. Originally, Skaven's troops could easily threaten the mountain fortress five kilometers away.
In addition to the dead thing, what made Ikrit feel even more uncomfortable was the representatives of the Storm Rats from the big city behind him.
The best way to deal with Nagash is to divide the troops. It is easy to say, but in practice, it is a delicate job.
If the skeleton team is to be divided into three thousand different troops, a larger number of rat teams will be needed to continuously harass the settlements in the rear.
In the past decades of fighting, the Rikeke clan has developed an effective command system.
For example, prepare three messengers for each team, and how to establish a temporary frontline command system when orders cannot be obtained.
But the effectiveness of this system is limited to the clans that Rikaike itself cooperates with.
To Lord Iklit, these so-called elites from the big city were no different from the newly recruited mercenaries, and there was no way to command them like an arm.
Trying to suppress the restlessness in my heart, I waited for the people of the Model clan among the slightly moving plants below.
"Hasn't the Model clan started fighting yet? What a coward."
The person coming was a Storm Rat whom Ikrit was not familiar with. He was wearing unrefined armor and did not have any shiny decorations on his body. He looked just like an ordinary Storm Rat, except for his tall stature.
His eyes glanced at the small flag with the Moss clan logo behind him, and then Ikrit continued.
"Model is just as philistine as those slave traders. Of course they won't have your discipline and... courage."
As he spoke, the warlord turned his attention to the slightly swaying grove about two kilometers ahead in the telescope.
Those small clans that had taken refuge in the Gray Prophet last time and now had taken refuge in Model, as well as Model's small war beasts, were slowly approaching the camp of the Skeletons, preparing to launch a surprise attack.
"As long as this sneak attack can cause chaos to Nagash's army."
With that said, Ikrit grabbed the Moss clan warlord's paw, and with the firm and huge strength brought by the alchemy potion he had taken for many years, he pulled the big man in front of him.
"Your soldiers, go and learn from the veterans who stayed here..."
Ikrit's excited but suppressed stiffness was quickly overshadowed by the deep but loud voice of the opponent.
"In all the battles we have experienced, commanders have been organized to learn. Even these new commanders have learned how to deal with skeletons before they came."...The old warlord then let go of his claws and sighed.
"Come prepared. It would be great if all clans had such efficiency."
However, in that case, it wouldn't be Rickake's turn to be in the limelight in a place like this, and the Moss clan obviously had the same idea.
"We don't want that."
After letting the people of the Moss clan go, the magic aura guided two Scully clan spellcasters who were casting hidden magic to appear in front of Ikrit.
This time, without touching the casters who might have dimensional force fields, Ikrit politely asked the two casters with glowing green eyes.
"I heard the quality of your infantry is pretty bad."
The Scully caster's tone was quite harsh, and his tail slapped the side of the commander of the underground fortress.
"Don't ask us, ask those lowly warlords."
A flash of murderous intent flashed in Ikrit's eyes, and he quickly held back. Scully was now a partner, and he could not do anything by him.
A storm rat with eyes fixed around the eye sockets, walking as fast as a clan rat, and had lost some hair on its legs, revealing its flesh-colored skin, came closer.
Behind him was a fluorescent triangular battle flag bearing the symbol of the Skryre clan, indicating his identity.
"The elite ones have been left by the engineering warlocks to defend the nest."
His rattle was as loud as possible, and Ikrit could still hear the other person's age.
"Are there any warlords from ten years ago among you?"
Ikrit asked with a hint of expectation.
Stormrat was wearing reading glasses, and there was no elixir of life injection device behind him. Ikrit could only hope that he had drank the relatively cheap life-extending potion from Skary.
Skryll would be in quite a headache if his soldiers could only be used as cannon fodder.
Fortunately, Skary's old Stormvermin's response satisfied him enough.
"I am. There are only a few others, and there are not many people who can be given life-extending potions. This time, they have all been sent."
As he spoke, the old Storm Rat showed off his inconvenient legs and feet and continued.
"The quality of Skull's troops this time makes it really difficult to implement the old tactics of the past. But the Eski engineer warlock specifically explained that except for the weapons team, you can use these soldiers at will."
Iklit's eyes lit up, and he immediately called one of the several Storm Rats following him over.
"In this case, all of Skry's infantry will be merged into Reikek from now on. I will send additional guards to protect the weapons team."
"Iturs, leave this matter to your lads to work with Scully."
The warlord patted the shoulder of the young warlord who was the reserve commander.
In addition to the other troops that had dispersed about fifteen kilometers, commanded by the young man in front of him, there were also five 2197-man reserve regiments below Ruikek, which were still enough to assemble Shikuli's soldiers.
"Yes, yes, great lord. In addition to the command structure, it is expected that there will be many basic combat squads. How will these squads be invested?"
The mouths of storm rats are even more sinister than those of ordinary rat people.
This is because his metabolism is faster than that of ordinary storm rats, and his excited nerves do not allow him to speak normally. ….Ikrit found this special cub from the breeding pit three years ago. Soon his combat power was almost comparable to that of Lord Ikrit before he drank the alchemy potion.
After gently smoothing the hair on Ituls' face, Ikrit could feel the young ratman's whole body trembling violently, and continued.
"It's not necessary at the moment. Let's organize it first."
"Yes Yes."
Watching Ituls return to the tunnel, Ikrit was about to pick up the telescope again when he heard a strange and vague sound.
Phew—bang!
There was a muffled sound from somewhere far away.
Ikrit turned around and looked.
More than ten kilometers away from here, a medium-sized green spark suddenly exploded in the sky. It was the signal bomb equipped by the Skry clan.
There is only one relatively large force in that direction, and there is only one possibility for a signal flare to appear at this time.
The old warlord immediately said to the black-robed shadow sitting beside him, as inconspicuous as a small stone.
"Syric's Plague Clan has detoured into the unguarded tunnel at the rear! Esiliga!"
"I know."
Eshiliga nodded, opened his mouth, and let out a sharp rattle.
The only ones left who could provide intelligence support to the almost lone army entering the place were the scouts and assassins of the defecting lord.
Although it has always been known that the Plague Clan is a tool used to check and balance Rickek, at least at this time, a few have owned it for more than ten years.
The Evil Plague Clan, which has previous combat experience, cannot be destroyed because of this war.
Almost at the same time that the muffled sound caused a commotion in the camp below, the Model clan and their vassal clans launched an attack on the camp.
The sharp rattles and human cries of death immediately turned into echoes that kept reverberating in the valley, and could be clearly heard on the top of the mountain.
"Send the message to Iturs to complete the reorganization of the reserve team as quickly as possible."
"The messenger team, go tell the Model clan to mobilize their strongest monsters. We need to prepare the strongest impact force underground. I only give them ten minutes!"
The messengers who had already sat down on the side of the headquarters and recharged their batteries were immediately called up. The four messengers took Ikrit's military order and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
The clan leader of a medium-sized clan called the Rotten Stone clan who was guarding the headquarters said immediately.
"Lord Ikrit? This is against the rules. The Gray Prophet's order is to launch a ground campaign to eliminate the threat posed by the skeletons to us."
Lord Iklit's fierce gaze was cast on him, and the two Storm Rat guards, who were taller than the clan leader, immediately clamped the clan leader's head between them with their steel halberds.
"Shut up, I'm removing the threat from the skeleton! Watch your head!"
As he spoke, Ikrit turned his attention to the more waiting clan leaders outside.
"All the remaining troops near the headquarters, attack down the mountain. No need to hide yourself! The skeletons have already attracted the attention of our troops in the tunnel. Take this opportunity to defeat them!"
"The first one to break through the enemy camp will be rewarded with one dimension coin per clan member!"
As he spoke, a large bag of coins emitting green light was thrown on the command table, which made all the clan leaders red-eyed. This bag alone was almost the annual income of a small clan. ….With the sharp rattles, the clan army that had been waiting for a long time in several tunnel entrances turned into chaotic temporary battle groups and rushed down the mountain.
Only then did Ikrit say to the defector on the side.
"Eshiriga, I have to take Ituls personally. Before all these cannon fodder are dead, we should cooperate with the Plague Clan to attack the two skeleton bunkers as soon as possible."
"Who knows, we can get back the eighth mine and the three surrounding mines!"
"And me?"
"You have to command your men here, and command of the ground forces is also given to you."
"The old rule is to attack everywhere and mess with them. The more mess you make, the greater our results will be."
Ikrit stamped his paws on the ground excitedly, almost seeing the fragrant and precious green ore being mined.
The black claws hidden under the hood struck him hard on the head. The defector made no sound, allowing him to hear his own heartbeat clearly as if it was being hammered.
"I think you are too excited to lead this kind of battle again."
"Your tactics can indeed weaken the skeletons of the Stickman Monster. But what if the Stickman Monster releases murderous smoke like it did more than ten years ago, or even comes to kill you personally?"
"We, together with the elite Storm Rats and the Gray Seers, are unable to surround and annihilate the stickman monster who is almost alone!"
"Only Esky's weird sneak attack made the stickman unprepared and gave him a solid meal, which made him calm down for a while."
"If the Stickman Monster really comes, you will have no choice but to die in the hands of the Stickman Monster just like the most elite Storm Rat Guards of Wilski's Overflow Clan!"
After giving a stern warning to Ikrit, the defector's hood faced the ground on the other side.
"You have to stay here, Esky just sent someone to deliver a message to me."
"As long as it is tested that Stickman is indeed unable to fight in person, the engineering warlocks in Skary will directly take action to push the Stickman or Stickman troops back to the fortress. Now, don't worry."
In the fortress opposite Ikrit, the barbarian headquarters
Here, military information is also being conveyed rapidly.
"Bugarad! The frontline position has been attacked! Look at that posture, there are at least tens of thousands of damn rats!"
"Bugarad! The back mountain was attacked, and nine strongholds were on fire! All the wool reserves and winter firewood of the attacked tribe were burned!"
"We were attacked from the south! At least fifty of our sentry towers were burned down, and they were all filled with smoke! The fire lit up the sky over there in red!"
"To the east...King Khan still has the horses of the herdsmen..."
"North face...bean material...fabric..."
More and more unfavorable information was sent to the barbarian headquarters.
They command all armies except the undead, but at this time, the living troops always seem to be of little use.
"Send reinforcements to guard the tunnel entrance ahead, at least to prevent these damn rats from passing through."
Bugalad dropped an order and ran towards the depths of the fortress. He had to meet his master who was sleeping in the coffin.
Tonight, the rat people used tactics that he was quite familiar with. They engaged in large-scale raids during the night battle. The commander of the rats seemed to have replaced their old opponent, the old opponent from fifty years ago.
It seems that the stupid beasts also know how stupid that thing was before.
But where is that damn rat's main attack direction? Could it be that offensive involving tens of thousands of people?
They can't stand the suppression of the tunnel entrance and the threat to their rat nest, so they want to clear out the military camp at the bottom of the mountain?
Bugarad always felt that it was not that simple.
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How can Tao survive when things perish?
