Due to the arrival of the greenskins, although the plan to drag Eski to the parliament is still in progress, Nagash himself has left first, and what remains here is a living creature that can barely feel the breath of life.
Eski's eyesight, which was infected by Nurgle's disease, was extremely reduced, as if covered with a layer of white mist. His eyes, which could still see clearly a hundred meters away, could no longer see clearly anything just a few meters away.
But from the body shape, it can be seen that the thing in front of him is a humanoid creature. It is probably the group of slaves that Nagash transformed using chaotic humans.
The slave walked more and more into Esky and spoke mockingly in rat language.
"If you hadn't made the master angry, the master would have been generous enough to let you choose a way to die."
Eski was lucky to still be able to hear this taunt. Although his hearing had also been weakened by the epidemic, fortunately, the rat man's hearing was already more sensitive than humans, and now it has dropped to about the same level as humans.
I looked up at the figure, but it was still completely white, and I couldn't see the movement of that ugly face.
Instead, a maggot crawled past his eyes, causing a bone-chilling pain that forced him to close his eyes, and then brought even more severe pain.
"Ah, your eyes are full of stuff like this, and you look like this. Even if you throw it into the trash, it won't cover up your stink."
The pain of Nurgle's plague was forcing him to pray to Nurgle in his pain.
As long as his prayer is accepted by the "loving father", then he will use this pain as food and source, and live in harmony with viruses, bacteria, mold, maggots, and the like, and only pure happiness will remain from now on. .
And as long as he is unwilling to surrender to Nurgle, it means that he will continue to be tortured in this pain.
Compared to the pain of the epidemic, the pain of being pierced through the bones and being dragged along was nothing.
The back was worn down to the point where almost only the bones were left, and at the same time there was more rotten flesh, as well as activated maggots, bacteria, mucus, and various tissues that Eski couldn't name, constantly repairing the wounds.
It took a long time, barely holding back the pain, before Eski could sink his consciousness into the magic.
The mana pool was tightly imprisoned inside by the effect of the runes locked on the dimensional stone shackles. The huge amount of chaos magic power that had been the biggest reliance in the past could no longer be used, and even a little bit of chaos magic power could not be mobilized.
"Still thinking about escaping."
Seeing the green electric light dancing slightly between the rotten flesh, Nagash's slave whipped Esky's body, splattering a large ball of pus.
It seemed that because he almost splashed on him, Esky was whipped a few more times.
"It's over, Mouse, your fate is sealed."
Esky opened his eyes bitterly and looked in the direction where the sound came from where he could see nothing.
He can no longer even see clearly the appearance of the magical wind, leaving only the last tactile sense of magic.
"The greenskins will crush your master's head into dregs."
The vicious curse was blurted out in the intertwined pain, but it only caused more pain.
"Hard talk has no effect here. I have plenty of time, and so do you." .... The sharp object drilled into Eski's chest, causing his lungs to gradually shrink into a ball, and Eski stared. His eyes looked towards the direction of the ceiling that the center of gravity told him.
Come on, Ironhide, chop off the damn big bone guy's head.
Although he knew that it was impossible for the current green skin to grow to that point, Esky still prayed viciously in his heart.
The torture continued for a while, and weak vibrations came from the wound on the back.
"Smell! Damn Kugas!"
The ulcerated nose could only smell the stench of those disgusting secretions, but nothing could be smelled. However, Eski's head still moved towards the left rear where the sound came from, but he still couldn't see anything.
But at this slight vibration, Esky hoped it was a Skaven.
According to his speculation, when Nagash left, as long as there were three leaders
Main-level combat power and more than a thousand rats can save him.
"I am the first member of the War Council! The engineer warlock of the Skry clan! Rescue me quickly!"
He endured the pain and shouted tentatively.
Soon, the tapping of the tail and the sporadic cries of rat men also came over, which made him more and more able to see hope, and repeated the words he just said several times.
"Really? In other words, one seat in the parliament will be vacant?"
The excited rat-men's voices came from over there, and at the same time, the dense footsteps of many rat-men could not be separated from the two sides, until in the end there were only sporadic rat cries and the sound of tails.
Esky speculated that they had probably formed a dense phalanx.
damn it! There is a dense phalanx, and there are lords who want to be members, but they don't save him!
"You bastard! I am the first councilman, the most senior engineering warlock on the front line! Do you know the consequences of letting me be killed by your decision!"
Esky roared, causing him to spat out a mouthful of blood laced with disgusting mucus, the result of a ruptured trachea.
"Who is this? Did you see anyone?"
The rat man asked in a pretentious manner, probably asking the rat men around him, but no one spoke to him.
After an awkward silence for a moment, the rat changed his tone to a serious tone and spoke in a command-like tone.
"They seem to have no intention of fighting us. We must obey the orders of the General Staff and carry out the delayed operation to the end."
General Staff? Sounds like something from the Moss clan, is Ikrit about to lose his power too?
Just as Eski was considering this new information, the damn thing took on a persuasive tone again and spoke to Eski in a righteous manner.
"You should put the interests of the descendants of the Horned Rat first. The Gray Prophets have told us that if these things in you are transmitted to us, we will soon lose our combat effectiveness."
"When you are dragged away, your skeleton will also retreat. This can be regarded as your contribution to our tribe. Maybe you can meet the old man, the Big Horned Rat."
Eski's eyes almost popped out of his head at this statement - Nurgle's little being felt his thoughts and even tried to help him - and he quickly closed his eyes and roared.
"That's just a temporary retreat! Damn Nagash can overturn your rat's nest at any time as long as he kills the greenskins! They can break through Skulli today, who of you is stronger than Skulli?!"... "Yet. Are there greenskins? It seems we will win."
The rat man's voice was so excited that he was completely immersed in the joy of victory. After a pause, his voice became more and more pitiful.
"Engineer, you can go with peace of mind. This meager loss of troops will be exchanged for the overall victory of the war. The Horned Rat will be moved by your sacrifice."
This time, even other ratmen began to bless Esky, saying nonsense like hoping that he could reach the Chaos Demon Realm where the Horned Rat belonged after his death.
"You filthy maggots! Blood-sucking parasites! Without me, who would be able to give you low-priced armor!"
Eski's curses received no response, and the vague shadow in the distance remained motionless, being dragged farther and farther on the ground by Eski.
The continuous pain reminded Eski that it was impossible to move any Skaven anymore, and Eski sighed.
"What a stupid, bloody thing."
Eski looked at the rat in the direction of his toes with resentment. He used his sharp fangs to cut his tongue. After the pus, he took out a little clean blood and shouted.
"I will live. I swear on my blood that I will live. Every rat out there can't escape my pursuit! Your soul, your flesh and blood, for eternity and eternity, will not be able to escape the pain of forging. !」
As Esky cursed, a powerful whip struck his mouth.
"Shut up! Slave!"
This completely eliminated the movement of Eski trying to raise his head to speak, rotten
The stinking white rat was dragged along the ground like a dead rat.
However, Eski did not really have the consciousness of death.
Just now under that whip, he felt a little bit of Weibo's coolness.
If the touch of magic is right, it is the wind of life!
Without opening his mouth and keeping his tongue in contact with the little Nurgle things in his body, Eski recited Anoquiyan.
Then, a strong itching, pain, and coolness came from the back.
The wound there has also been partially repaired, and it seems to be gradually returning to the appearance of a pustule.
Originally, because he was not wearing animal skins, leaves and other decorations, and he did not have a special staff in his hand, the wind of life relied purely on the magic affinity of the white-haired rat and the call of Eski's language.
The activity is not very high, and the efficiency of calling can only be said to be much higher than that of beginners.
Now that Nurgle's disease has come into contact with such a large area of the earth, Esky was surprised to find that the wind of life became more active, and the absorption efficiency seemed to be about three to five times that of before.
Nurgle's disease is also a piece of magical equipment?
If this is the case, if you get enough wind of life, you may be able to get out of trouble anytime, as long as you hide these wind of life.
Thinking of this, Esky made up his mind to only absorb the wind of life from the point of contact with the earth and store it in the pustules on his back and internal organs.
Nagash's servant looked at the engineering warlock on the ground strangely, continued to whip a few times in displeasure, and then ordered the skeleton in front to speed up the dragging. .... He has to get this thing into the cage as soon as possible, and then go to reinforce the master's battlefield, otherwise he doesn't know how long he will have to wait for the elixir of life.
Right at the place where he cared about, in front of the fortress behind Nagashzar, the shouts of killing could almost deafen ordinary mortals.
The greenskins joined the battlefield, completely changing the atmosphere of relative silence in the past when the Skaven fought against the Undead.
"aaagh!"
The orc boys roared and crashed into the mixed team of ghouls and skeletons. They rushed to the front and fought with the pig boys after breaking through the fragile skeleton phalanx, causing waves of bloodshed in the human front.
The biggest, greenest orc among them, this aaagh! The arboss raised his hand and chopped off the heads of several stuffed monsters, kicking them aside like garbage.
Behind him, a crackling green electric light flashed on the head of an old orc with a crown composed of feathers and animal bones, holding a strange book and waving a wooden stick.
This is the prophet of his tribe.
The prophet pointed crazily at a human who was killing an orc boy and shook his head.
"Brother Mao wants you!"
A green crack suddenly opened in the sky, and a blue claw protruded from it, grabbing the human with precision.
The human looked at the claws in the sky and immediately cried like a snot-nosed man whose toe had been stepped on.
A group of orc boys immediately laughed, just like they usually laughed at the little snot-nosed ones.
Only Arboss felt something was wrong. He scratched his head, drank a large sip of mushroom liquor, and chewed his favorite snot mushroom that was hanging around his waist.
"No, that's not right. Brother Mao's fist is green!"
"Brother Mao probably got some bird feathers somewhere and put them on his body, just like the prophet also got some bird feathers and bones on his body."
Behind him, a green-skinned man who didn't seem to have much brains knocked on his head and said.
Arboss punched his head off with one punch and kicked it aside. The thing was blue and had hair on it. It didn't look like it belonged to Brother Mao.
Rather, this aaagh! It's just weird.
Why do you have to go to such a far place and beat a group of people to pieces? It’s not aaagh at all! s things?
However, these problems were quickly forgotten by him. After taking a sip of strong wine, he put this "aaagh!" aaagh
! It’s serious when it’s complete.
"Let's rush!"
A war cry with a strong smell of alcohol came out of his throat.
As an imperceptible blue-purple light flashed across the sky, the green-skinned prophet who was dancing and praying crazily to the sky saw a big green foot in the air stepping down towards the wall of the stone fortress.
Damn it!
Seeing Goge's spirit appear, he happily rushed forward and launched an angry war cry in his mouth, trying to summon Goge's old fist to make his fist stronger than steel.
As the green skins rushed into Nagashzar along the city wall, in the sky, a bird head was hidden behind the crack that had just been torn apart by aaagh! energy, quietly watching everything.
The greenskins didn't even notice that the cracks that should have been closed after the spell was cast were still in the sky.
The bird head chuckled softly and looked at the development of the battle below. He fired a blue light into the body of the human being he had just captured and threw it into a portal.
"It's a good idea to use the green skin to tear down the barrier between reality and the Chaos Demon Realm. Wait, in this case, I have a new plan."
Birdhead said to himself.
After guiding the green-skinned gray seer to first find what the master was going to give to the lucky mouse, he immediately urged the green-skinned people to head south, presumably so that they could plot against the great god.
At the thought of being able to plot against the Lord of Changes, the bird-headed monster excitedly started a new plan.
While he was busy with his new plan, he didn't even notice that a cunning glint flashed in the eyes of the mask at his feet.
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How can Tao survive when things perish?
