"If that's the case, we should capture the Gray Prophet alive and instill it in him. No, we should instill it in Sirik just now."
"Don't be stupid, this low-quality product has no effect on an extraordinary body."
Eshiliga turned his head, and a dagger from his waist flew out and pierced the front of the panting Storm Rat with the depth of a claw, causing the latter to stop.
The speed did not slow down at all, the defector said to Ikrit behind him.
"Don't let your personal guards follow. They are not fast enough and will not be able to escape later. "My spies are not following either, so you should rest assured."
As he spoke, a black thing spun and flew in the direction of Ikrit.
Ikrit, who originally planned to avoid it, suddenly realized that the speed of the thing would be exactly opposite to him when it reached in front of him, so he stretched out his hand to grab it.
"What's this?"
"The warpstone bomb is the detonator for what those guys in front of you are holding."
"Eski gave me a hundred. You should have heard from Eski before that if the yield of this thing is large enough, it can kill the stickman monster, but..."
Before the defector had finished speaking, the air had already become hot, and it was obvious that Nagash was not far away.
In the passage further ahead, a neat formation of skeletons has appeared.
The spear tips of the skeletons are already covered with green and brown rust, and the bones are covered with mold. However, they have neat military appearance and move quickly, which is completely different from other skeletons that move slowly.
"Is all the Stickman's energy concentrated here? It seems like you should have asked your personal guards to follow up just now."
Ashriga said, with a flick of his arm a new dagger slipped out of his sleeve.
"That's fine. Let the raiding team kill all the human gadgets and burn all the stick monsters' supplies. With the Moss clan here, we can still harvest a large number of slaves and excess supplies."
Ikrit violently pulled back the assault team that was still preparing to move forward, and rushed forward with Eshiriga.
Ratmen are much faster than humans, and are naturally more flexible than skeletons forcibly maintained by black magic, but the precious physical strength of the assault team cannot be wasted in such a place.
They could only die in front of Nagash.
As a black shadow flashed by, the originally neat skeleton phalanx collapsed.
After cutting off the tip of the spear, the Betrayal Lord stepped on the skeleton in front of the formation and crashed into the earthquake.
Eshiliga's dagger just scratched the surface of the skeletons, and the skeletons were unable to maintain their bodies and were pressed into different skeletons by the gravity of the armor.
This is the new equipment he ordered from Eski before, and it is the technology of the Skry clan.
The core of the warpstone causes the blade of the dagger to release the energy field of the warpstone. After contact with the black magic, it directly turns into an almost imperceptible flame that burns the black magic existing in the skeleton.
Just one touch can put these ordinary skeletons into eternal sleep.
Behind him, Lord Ikrit suddenly discovered that he was left with only a bunch of residue that had lost his "life" for the second time.
Ikrit smoothed the black hair on his face, put the knife into the sheath on his waist, and said.
"Are you still hiding this hand?"... The defector shook the dagger in his hand. At the bottom of it, the lightning-like logo of the Skary clan and the two English letters IE were clearly displayed in front of Ikrit's eyes.
"You can always go to Eski to help you customize weapons and equipment."
Seeing no response, Eshiliga turned back in surprise.
"Are you trying to break away from him and go it alone? According to my experience, if that's the case, you should lean in and stab him when he is unprepared."
Ikrit glared at him fiercely, the red light in his eyes brightening due to the expansion of his eyelids.
"I'm not as bottomless as you."
Their quarrel did not last, not only the urgency of the mission, but also the new enemy at the end of the passage.
A pale figure accompanied by more and more
The emergence of hot air slightly lowered the temperature here, and a greasy fungus growing on the rock wall gradually died around the figure.
A spear phalanx composed of brand new corpses appeared beside him, and the clan rats of the Plague clan followed the command and marched towards the Skaven lords in a twisted manner.
As they marched, the skin and flesh on the legs of the rat-man corpses were torn, exposing the red or white parts at the back. Then, those parts were also worn away, revealing the bones inside.
"The Plague Clan's gadgets are really careless and bring us trouble."
Not seeing any familiar figure among the corpses, Ikrit said to himself.
"Syric is dead?"
"Who can know this? Maybe this living dead knows?"
"Didn't Quickwall say before that only the living dead can kill that thing? Try to capture him."
Before the defector could finish speaking, his flying body had already come into contact with the enemy in front of him. When the dagger touched the sword, the huge force from the sword almost overwhelmed Eshiriga.
The two-handed sword pressed toward the lower left and stabbed Eshiliga's throat. A piece of armor on the back of the claw barely blocked the attack.
A dagger hooked on the tail of the rebel leader immediately stabbed the gap in the living dead's crotch armor from below.
The dagger struck sparks on the armor, and when it was almost about to bounce off, the defector's tail was pushed upwards with force, and the tail smoothly slid into the gap and stabbed deeply.
It's just that the dagger doesn't seem to be functioning as it should, causing the undead to disintegrate like it did before.
Realizing that he might have thought wrong and that the opponent was not an undead, Eshiliga glanced down. The dimension stone embedded at the end of the dagger had become even dimmer, and even the runes and marks had become indistinct.
The traitorous master was only distracted. The sword of the living dead was already close to his head. The distance was less than a claw. Even at a speed that exceeded that of an ordinary ratman, he could not dodge.
Eshiliga only had time to avoid the main direction of the attack with his eyes before the sword edge penetrated the magic protection of the hood, slashed downwards from his right cheek, and penetrated into his jawbone.
The entire jaw and gums were completely shattered, but Esiliga finally had time to hold the living dead's hands with his right paw and tail before damaging his brain. .... Eshiliga could feel that his tailbone and arm bones were on the verge of collapse. The skeletons of the rat men had never been as strong as these damn hairless monsters, so their speed could only outlast the hairless monster rats.
A throbbing pain appeared, and the black figure slammed into the armor of the living dead, causing a huge dent in his breastplate.
Iklit's claws grasped the handle of the knife and hit the opponent's head hard, causing the living dead to retreat, and then turned back to look at Eshiriga, who was no longer in the shape of a rat and was bleeding profusely.
"Eshiriga!"
Seeing the misery of the other party, Ikrit chanted Anoquayan in a panic. It took almost more than a minute before he successfully released the healing spell he had just learned, Blood of the Earth.
The wind of life condensed in the earth was too weak and could only barely stop the bleeding of Eshiliga.
"Go kill the stickman monster, I can walk back by myself."
With his left paw that was still free to move, Ikrit tore off a piece of cloth and forcibly wrapped the broken chin with the upper part. Even though the excitement brought about by the rat man's rapid metabolism prevented the brain from going into shock, The traitorous master could still feel the darkness in front of him.
"knew."
Staring at the approaching living dead in front of him, Ikrit revealed his sharp fangs.
"Slave of Stickman, watch me twist your head off!"
Zestus looked at this situation from his opposite side and only found it funny.
He had tested it just now. The rat's strength was similar to his. With a one-handed weapon, he also wanted to fight with a two-handed weapon?
He didn't think the fate of this weird rat would be any different from the funny thing that rushed up with a dagger just now.
There was a stinging pain in his lower body, which made him rush forward angrily.
Based on decades of experience, he was confident that when they collided with each other, the bones of that damn rat would break first.
The opponent actually refused to dodge. He held the waist knife in his left hand and tried to block his slashing attack, while his right hand was holding something at his waist.
But it doesn't matter, this time with a full blow, he is confident that he can turn this thing into two ends.
A cold object came close to the side of his head. Zestus had not yet figured out what it was, but before the object came close to his head, the damn rat's body would be chopped into two pieces.
The next second, Zestus heard a thunderous explosion, and then his consciousness sank into the abyss.
After blowing the smoke from the muzzle, wiping the inside of it and reloading it, Ikrit stepped on the broken head and said viciously.
"The dwarf thing is still very useful in times like this. Fortunately, your thing is not immune to mortal iron attacks."
Looking back, Eshiriga had disappeared at the end of the passage, leaving only a little blood on the ground.
Only then did the thirteen-man team who drank the potion catch up.
"Follow me, everyone!"
Ikrit gave an order and ran towards the hotter direction.
After turning a twisted corner, the narrow entrance in the distance was covered with corpses of the Plague Clan, and the green sedan was not far ahead.
Under the hood of the sedan, two green flames turned this way. Ikrit immediately felt that his heart and brain seemed to be frozen. Fortunately, with the amulet of the Gray Prophet and the runes on the armor, this time The soul attack didn't work. ….The talismans around the neck are hot, indicating that their mana is being consumed.
Fortunately, the thirteen-person team at the rear has caught up.
"Children of the Horned Rat, do not be afraid! Charge!"
Roaring angrily, Ikrit retreated about fifteen meters behind the rats before starting to charge forward.
Nagash's spells have begun to bombard the thirteenth team non-stop, and sharp lightning and fireballs are attacking the clan rats at the front.
After a burst of smoke, Nagash put down his raised hand, closed his eyes and began to meditate, trying to recover the mana consumed this time.
However, the sound of dense footsteps sounded again after all the noise.
The Immortal was surprised to find that the magic that could have wiped out an entire phalanx of Skaven fell on the chest of the Clan Rat, causing a burst of green ripples, which only caused the Clan Rat in the front to explode together with the Clan Rat behind him.
Regardless of the splashing blood, flesh and fragments, the other rats behind him had already reached a position less than twenty meters away from him.
A brute green electric light penetrated those green ripples, killing all the rat monsters in front of him. However, he clearly saw that there were still a few bloody things that were not dead.
Behind those crazy things, the taller black-haired rat had already rushed to a position less than ten meters away, and the other party was about to throw something.
It's ridiculous, a stupid guy who doesn't even know magic wants to hurt the Immortal.
That damn white-haired rat from last time might still have a chance.
Pulling the packages away, Ikrit threw them in the direction of Nagash with all his strength.
The Necromancer's next spell has been prepared, and green light is reflected in Ikrit's red eyes. A trace of unwillingness flashes in the eyes of the lord who holds the detonator tightly in his claws, but he still presses it in his hand.
If he hadn't encountered the stickman in such a narrow passage, he would have had a chance to escape, but now he could only detonate it immediately.
The intense light in front of him made Ikrit blind.
There were huge tremors and explosions mixed together. If it weren't for the protection of life magic, Ikrit's eardrum would have been broken.
Ikrit, who originally thought he was going to die, soon realized that he was not dead yet and knew that he did not feel the burning sensation.
In front of him, a huge charred corpse will
The entire tunnel is blocked.
Looking at the barely visible rat tail and anti-joints, he remembered that that thing was the so-called strongest weapon of the Model clan, the rat troll.
His eyes searched around, and sure enough, the battle flag of the Model clan appeared.
"Model clan? Why are you here?"
"Teleport."
A pale-skinned rat-man with tumors surging on his face appeared in Iklit's sight.
"Quickwall?".
The Gray Prophet ignored him and spoke as if talking to himself.
"He is not dead yet. He can only be killed by someone who is dead but still alive. However, I am also this kind of person."
His misshapen paws caressed the giant glass sphere he held in his hand, made by Clan Skryre and filled with a green substance.
"Warpstone bomb?"
That was the original version of the warpstone bomb, before Eski improved it.
Ikrit immediately realized what Quickwall was going to do.
"No matter what, you are the only spellcaster in the underground fortress who can break the Stickman's spell."
"I don't have much longer to live. Sepsis."
"My blood should have dried up long ago. It is the power of the warpstone and a large amount of chaos magic that barely maintains my body. Like him, I am dead but still alive."
There was an inexplicable look in Quickwall's eyes.
"His destiny has deviated. It shouldn't be today, nor should it be here, but it doesn't matter anymore."
Green smoke filled the passage, and with a flash of green light, a more violent explosion appeared in the passage.
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How can Tao survive when things perish?
