The heavily armored rats supported the limping black-robed rat man as he strode forward in the dark corridor. punish
The wounds on his body protested the range of his movements, making Ikrit almost want to stop, but under the shadow of Nagash, the haze of death lingered.
The worst-case scenario of fainting due to severe pain finally did not occur.
Tens of minutes later, a green light appeared, informing him that he had arrived at his destination.
In front of his eyes, densely packed clan rats emerged, with countless pink noses twitching nervously under the dim green light.
The green electric light that was supposed to illuminate the entrance to the fortress was completely extinguished.
Ikrit originally wanted to kill a few reckless things to establish his power, but unexpectedly, a familiar voice came from behind the crenellations of the fortress.
"Lord Ikrit?? The rebel lord? Are you still alive?!"
It was a sturdy black rat, a bit bigger than Ikrit.
The green energy field on the rune sword and the dimensional stone as big as an egg illuminated the space around him slightly brighter.
Wait until he dragged his slow steps down and arrived in front of Ikrit and Eshiliga.
They finally used the poor eyesight of the rat people to realize that the Storm Rat in front of them was the gray lord who was seriously injured by Nagash before, the lord of the Storm Overflow Clan, Verski.
"Wilsky? Is your injury healed?"
"almost."
Welski pretended to swing his arm easily, but Ikrit could still feel the disharmony in his movements. punish
Seeing Ikrit's expression, the gray-clothed lord restrained his laughter. He pointed at the completely damaged city wall and gate behind him and said.
"The Pyro invaded the fortress, and we thought your attacking force was doomed."
"All the troops of the Overflow clan and the reserves of the Moss clan are here, but if the Pyro really comes back later, I still doubt whether we can stop the Pyro."
Esiliga coughed, which was the closest thing to a mocking sound he could make at the moment.
"Of course you can't stop him, and you don't know magic. Your Storm Walker Army is a joke in front of him."
The defector lord mocked slightly.
Even a body enhanced by talismans, dimension stones, or other equipment has its limits compared to magic. punish
Even though the gray lords may have been strengthened by the Horned Rat, Eshiliga still believed so, otherwise the Prophet's Council would not have had to block magic until now.
Eshiliga hooked his hand towards the dark place beside the city gate, and soon a rat in black robe came down.
"Herald, go to the Skry clan and call all the engineering warlocks to the council hall."
Wilsky immediately grabbed the black-robed rat and shook his head.
"Ikrit Butterbeak."
The gray lord called Ikrit's full name in a deep voice.
Seeing the other party's expression, Ikrit's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that now that there is no longer the Plague Clan, the gray-clothed lord doesn't need Rickek to balance the other party, so he has to kill the rat? punish
Asili was seriously injured, and now that he was no longer capable of fighting, it was impossible to defeat Wersky, who was already stronger than them. …."how?"
The old warlord asked pretending to be calm.
"The Pyromen invaded the city, the Skryre station was breached, and the Eski Engineer Warlock was kidnapped. The other Engineer Warlocks... all died in the battle, and only three Engineer Warlock Apprentices survived."
"Among the three apprentices, only one was not injured because he went to the parliament to ring the bell. The Model clan is cooperating with the Gray Prophet to save Skull's legacy."
Wilsky gritted his teeth and said with fear.
Eshiliga was actually right. If so many engineering warlocks were destined to die, even if he was a member of the Council of Thirteen, he would not be much better, unless he was from the two major clans. punish
"rescue?"
Ikrit immediately cleared
Now that I know what's going on, damn Model wants to take it for himself.
But if you don't count the culture of literacy, everyone, including Werski, is illiterate, and it's really impossible to make use of Scully's legacy.
"You take the traitor back with you."
He told the black-robed messenger on the side that no matter what, he had to watch the cunning businessman.
"I no longer have a reserve team, but I am equivalent to a reserve team."
Ikrit said to Wilski. punish
"Don't worry, my Storm Rats have already visited the scene, enough to keep an eye on those things with the war beasts."
The gray-clothed lord showed a slightly kind smile, stepped back, and led the commander-in-chief of the army towards the city.
"Where's Quickwall? I can't find him anywhere."
Wilski looked at Ikrit with expectant eyes, hoping that the other party would deny that the Gray Prophet went to the battlefield.
This old gray prophet is already the strongest spellcaster they can get. If he is also damaged, it is unknown whether the war can continue.
Ikrit leaned closer to Wersky and whispered.
"Gray Prophet Quickwall died gloriously in battle, blowing up the entire passage, but he couldn't stop the stickman."
"he died?"
It's not so much that I can't believe it, but that I can't accept it.
Ikrit immediately added.
"We have to hide this news, no matter what. You know, in the past twenty years, this war has been able to continue because the Prophet Council has taken the lead here."
He still remembered that when he came to power decades ago, he spent a lot of money to invite a speaker from Skaven Mordor to deliver an expedition anniversary speech at the Council of Thirteen. He cooperated with Wersky to stabilize the Council of Thirteen. .
If the Prophet Council, which occupies several seats in the Thirteen-person Council, knew that all the Gray Prophets on the front line were almost dead, and that leadership and post-war profit distribution probably had nothing to do with them, they would definitely withdraw their troops from the front line.
This time, the casualty figures reported were different from those reported in normal times. Those numbers as high as 100,000, 1,000,000, or 10,000,000 were just bargaining chips for begging for new support and equipment. punish
Gray Seers and Engineer Warlocks are not that kind of thing.
Ikrit had heard that the last time a bunch of engineering warlocks died in Skry, the Prophet's Council gave up a lot of benefits, allowing the Skry clan to send out several groups of engineering warlocks again.
Wilsky impatiently pulled Ikrit and walked in the direction where there were not many rats, and only after making sure that there were no rats around who could hear him, he said. ...."It is impossible to hide it. Every three months, Quickwall writes letters to exchange magic and astronomy experiences with his other Gray Seers in Skaven Mordor."
"Even if we could imitate his handwriting, the nonsense he wrote would be discovered immediately."
"Magical experience? Can't you let those engineering sorcerer apprentices write it for you?"
Ikrit asked doubtfully. punish
He also has experience in magic. He also has a lot of experience in the life magic of cultivating grapes and restoring injuries.
Those apprentices should also have some magic experience and be able to cope with it twice.
"That was a real exchange, using precious rat skin paper and precious long-distance transportation capacity to transport the academic results to Skaven Mordor thousands of kilometers away. Do you think it was a report that I was dealing with errands in the parliament?"
Wilsky laughed and said, this is different from the rat-skin paper scribbled by the copycats.
The little experience gained by the engineering warlock apprentice might be revealed to the real Gray Seers once they take a look at it. They might not even know why the Gray Seers draw some strange lines.
As he spoke, a piece of rat skin paper filled with runes was handed to Ikrit.
Hiss - I have no idea what these ghostly drawings are. punish
"Looking at it this way, it's really not possible. If Esky was here, he might be able to imitate it."
“But he probably won’t survive if he’s captured, hell, those cheap armors are gone too.
If Wittrick had not returned to this ghost place and stayed in his mine..."
Speaking of this, Ikrit suddenly thought of something.
"Eski has a slave with pointed ears. In the south, the magic of pointed ears is always good. Maybe she can imitate it."
The female had messy white hair, and her face was covered in red paint or blood. She looked as crazy as Quickwall, so she must be pretty good at magic.
Almost as soon as Wilski agreed to the concealed plan, it took another ten minutes before the two Storm Rat Lords arrived in front of the dilapidated Scully station.
There were broken stones and various twisted metals everywhere. punish
Ikrit remembered that this place was supposed to be a factory, but the Prophet was turned into ruins, and not even the building frame was preserved.
After he walked through several streets, a large steel block that was slightly familiar to him was also distorted. In addition to the drastic change in shape, it was covered with charred green traces and black and blue marks.
He had seen this thing when he came here last time. Eski said that this 1.5-ton forging hammer is the key to making armor cheaply.
This time, perhaps some engineering warlock had a sudden idea and wanted to launch this thing in some way.
It did hit the target, and the mark on it can prove this. This unknown engineering warlock may have indeed thought of his optimal solution at the time, but he failed to kill the Pyro thingy.
This dimmed Ikrit's confidence. If a warhammer of this weight flew over and hit him or Werski, they would be killed on the spot.
Pyro was able to continue to kill the entire Skryre clan, and also captured Eski, who was perhaps the most powerful fighter. Kill... This war has no end in sight.
Walk along the avenue in Skulline and reach the highest point where you can see the gate. There is a intact building here.
The meat and wine on a long table that did not collapse were not corrupt but stained with disgusting black and blue marks, indicating that this place was originally a place where senior members of the Skry clan ate.
This is an open stone room that has not been demolished. There are weapons piled all over the floor. The slaves of the Model clan are still bringing new weapons over.
Among this pile of things, the animal trainer of the Model clan was writing and drawing in a notebook with great joy.
"Lightning Whip, 371 pieces. This thing should be very useful against infantry."
The trainer considered what kind of sea of blood could be caused among the infantry by disguising these things on the body of the rat troll, and turned to look at other weapons. punish
"Lightning spears, 619 pieces, lightning swords, 252 pieces, these things are useless."
The rat trolls don't have enough brains to use this kind of weapon that requires skill, and it's not easy to use other biological weapons. They have tried it before, and it is not a good choice to mount a spear on a giant rat to charge.
These low-IQ beasts will lose their weapons before the battlefield if their weapons are fixed too loosely, and if they are too tight, their weapons may get stuck in complex terrain.
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw two Storm Rats approaching a corner out of the corner of his eye, and immediately stopped them. ap.
"That part of the inheritance has brought the plague and needs professional clan treatment."
The gray cloak came into view, and the trainer's tone immediately changed and became gentler.
"The opinion of the Model clan is that these plague-containing weapons can no longer be used by ordinary clans. It is better to add them to their biological weapons."
Wilsky understood immediately, pulled away Iklit who wanted to ask the two Ratlins on the ground, and whispered.
"Let them do it. They can do whatever they want. We have to strengthen our maximum combat power, otherwise we will all die when Pyro comes."
Fortunately, Ikrit didn't intend to entangle him. Seeing that the other party was just ordering weapons, he immediately led Werski towards the factory belonging to Eski near the water.
Things here, surprisingly, were not damaged much.
In front of an iron box with a green mark, a rat with gray fur and big horns, who looked quite plain among the Gray Prophets. If you look closely, you can see the Gray Prophet's apprentice logo, lying in front of the two rats.
"What's this?"
Ikrit asked, approaching the box as he spoke. The handwriting on the runes was obviously Eski's style. punish
"Magic is restricted, only with permission...it-it opens."
The Gray Seer apprentice was about to say something when he saw that the restriction that had troubled him for a long time was extinguished the moment Iklit approached. The iron box opened automatically, and a series of large pieces of rat-skin paper appeared inside.
"Eski's drawings and instructions."
Vitrik also leaned over. As a gray lord, he often had experience in dealing with Scully, and could barely understand some of Scully's things. …."The dwarves' Grimnir is mixed with Warpstone, and the alloy was developed by the Skryre clan, with the rune of destruction added, and the joint enchantment of the Council of Prophets."
The Gray Prophet read out silently, and then said in shock.
"Has he designed a weapon that can kill Pyro?"
The gray-clothed lord's expression was not so optimistic.
"If it was that easy, he wouldn't have been captured."
"The instructions say that this is a draft and only Ayutthaya can complete it."
"They also say that if the Stickman Monster gets enough magic power, only the Horned Rat himself can defeat him."
"It is basically impossible for the Prophet Council to collectively enchant. It would be great if there was a way for the Horned Rat to descend to the world in person."
Ikrit also added the instruction manual, looking at the gray-haired rat man with long curved horns.
"Grey Seer, what do you think?"
"I'm just an apprentice."
Seeing the two lords retracting their gaze, the prophet apprentice gritted his teeth and spoke a noun.
"Grace."
This time, the two lords were finally interested.
"If the Great Horned Rat goes down to the world in person, he must have enough connection with the world. The function of this spell is to sacrifice a Skaven with a high enough status, and then the Great Horned Rat's divine power will temporarily go down to the world."
After the prophet's apprentice finished speaking, he felt anxious and gestured in the air.
"If we can sacrifice large-scale sacrifices to highland Skaven, and prepare enough dimension stones and mana pools, the projection of the Great Horned Rat's body can be dragged down to the lower realm by us."
Ikrit frowned. The spell was unclear, and once he heard it, it would cause big problems internally.
"High and low level Skaven, for example?"
Green eyes and red eyes looked at each other, and the gray-haired rat spoke word by word.
"All 169 Gray Seers."
Ikrit stared at the gray prophet's eyes and carefully looked at the gray prophet's apprentice. Although the gray prophet's rule is that the master must die and the apprentice succeeds, and the number of staff is fixed and will not increase or decrease, but...
"We-let's talk about the collective enchantment of the Prophet Council."
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How can Tao survive when things perish?
