The most mysterious Decline Lord of the Thirteenth Council, Mosquita, is a mysterious ratman who has survived since the establishment of the Thirteenth Council. It is quite normal for Esky to be afraid of him.
But Ikrit originally thought that Esky would at least be the type to do things both in person and in disguise.
Eski, walking ahead of him, shrugged.
"I was exiled here by the Chief Engineer Warlock. I'm not sure what he will do if he sees me return to the big city."
As he walked, Esky's pink flesh wings with white fluff moved.
"Besides, I brought this thing back with me."
"So, you also want to give up the underground fortress?"
Ikrit is full of reluctance to leave the place where he has fought for decades.
This fortress was built deep underground and took decades to build. There are countless killing holes and secret passages outside, which can flank the enemy and carry out night raids.
Relying on the defenses of several surrounding mines, even ordinary clan rats can rely on those fortifications to kill skeletons several times their own.
If Stickman Monster's ability hadn't become too powerful, he wouldn't have retreated even if he died in battle.
Esky's tail flicked on the ground, and slippery moss immediately sprung up between the cracks in the stones.
He glanced back at Ikrit's expressionless black face and said.
"I thought about a plan without giving up completely."
"Using the large amount of life wind in the thick rock formation, you can hinder the opponent's magic detection."
"Perhaps we can leave a few secret passages that are difficult to explore outside the underground fortress and steal mines in other locations to obtain some dimension stones."
"But I'm not going to do that."
At this point, Esky shook his head.
"There are always a small number of opportunities to gain benefits from taking risks. If you are superstitious about small-probability events, you may win once or twice, but in the end the party who takes the risk always suffers a big loss."
"Strategies that both want and want are almost always unfinished in the end. Choices are very important, and you must learn to give up some important things."
As he spoke, Eski looked at the old warlord. He had many talismans, rings and other decorations that more or less had the effect of immortality hanging on his body, but Ikrit was still too old.
"Of course, Ikrit, I know that you cannot lose the position of the expeditionary force. This war must continue. I will also let him continue."
Esky's words did not suppress Ikrit's emotions.
If the war fails, as the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force, all the responsibilities will be placed on Ikrit by the Council of Thirteen, which will not be tolerated by the entire underground empire.
Ikrit glared at Eski and sneered.
"A war without reward? Who will persist?"
"I have to keep at least a few mines, and then send the dimension stones to the big city to exchange benefits with the big families. Then hire a few, no, a speaker, to give a speech in the Council of Thirteen."
"This way there will be follow-up reinforcements. I don't have the influence of the Gray Prophet."
Eski crossed his arms and sighed, dismissing the idea.
"At most there will be one more reinforcement, no more reinforcements, Ikrit."
"Quickwall is dead and Skryre's factory has been breached. Even if Staden is still alive, the major clans will not give anything more."
"They must be eager to get out of here, and I'm afraid I will get other orders from the Skryre clan soon."
Thinking of this, the white fur next to Eski's red eyes twisted.
Even though there have been casualties in the tens of millions over the past few decades—no matter how wet it is—the damage this time around is different.
Quickwall, a former member of the Council of Thirteen, gave up his position to the Gray Seer, a young rat within the Seer clan.
The master of prophetic magic, who predicted Nagash's destruction of the world, and the main initiator of the expeditionary force.
Without his support and influence, I am afraid that the Skaven would not have done anything to the frontline in these years.
There is so much support.
To a certain extent, the lives of tens of millions of clan rats are not enough to compare with Quickwall's life.
Thinking of this, Eski also complained.
"Seriously, you shouldn't have let Quickwall die. Even if you abandoned the underground fortress and retreated."
Even if Eski needs to abide by the agreement with Quickwall, it is better than the old gray prophet dying directly.
If he had been on the front line at the time, perhaps this would not have happened, but there are always no ifs in the world.
The tail with white scales like snake scales whipped against the rock wall nearby. Eski shook his head and trembled his wings.
"There is no use saying this now. We all know that Nagash wants to destroy all living things."
"We have to plan for ultimate victory."
"Do you have any other ideas?"
Ikrit really couldn't imagine what else he could do in the face of something like the Stickman Monster other than asking for help from the Council of Thirteen and bringing all the mages from the entire underground empire to fight with the Stickman Monster.
Eski let out a scornful scoff.
"As long as you think about it, there is always a way. The world is not just about the underground empire."
"Order and Chaos, no matter which side, there is enough power. The elves and lizard people in the west; the demons and dwarves in the north; the dragons and ogres in the east; the beastmen and chaotic humans everywhere in the world."
"We can always find a way to defeat Nagash, such as the creator of the earthquake that made us ban magic, and the casters of the lizards."
The passage has almost reached the end, and through the faint light exposed along the entrance of the mine, Eski can already directly see with his naked eyes the aura of magical power that has not yet dissipated in the sky.
Raising his hand and releasing a piece of scorching fire, igniting several nearby objects that looked like nests or rooms, Eski said to Ikrit again.
"As for the current specific plan, I'll leave it to you. I'm still not very good at managing an organization like the military."
At this point, Esky blushed a little.
His own command and micro-management will always cause his troops to pay more casualties, and this has been the case since the battle with Tregara.
When things go wrong, you can only rely on the lord-level combat power around you, such as Hecate, or him to take a bath in the sea of soldiers to solve the problem.
In comparison, Ikrit is much stronger than him - in terms of technical equipment development and personal strength, Ikrit can't compare to him.
"Intercept the next batch of reinforcements and let them touch the Pillar of Commandment. Then we pack up all the remaining assets including the Pillar of Commandment and take them to my stronghold Side 1."
"More specifically, it means taking away enough dimension stones for us to use for ten years."
Esky shut up after saying this. He was not very good at the relevant strategies, so he could only give a general idea. The specific implementation level still depends on Deikrit.
Hearing this, Ikrit looked at the hundreds of Storm Rats following behind him.
"So this time the commando only brought storm rats?"
There was almost no doubt in the tone of these words, but it was like a question. Sure enough, the next second, Ikrit pointed out the fault.
"Without the supervision of Storm Rats, the working efficiency of those gadgets will definitely be greatly reduced. It is still unknown whether other gadgets can complete the important task of taking away the dimension stones."
"Eshiriga?"
As he said that, Ikrit turned his head towards the black-robed rat behind him.
The decades of friendship between the two rats had already made them understand each other, and before he could ask, Eshiliga had already issued an order to the scouts behind him.
Ikrit breathed a sigh of relief. These black-robed assassins always made him feel at ease when they performed supervisory tasks.
"Since you can burn these nests with magic, you shouldn't have brought the storm rats here."
Esky pointed to the bricks on the side and released a ghost flame, which stuck to the black bricks, but quickly fell down.
extinguished.
"The power of magic is limited. The black stone here can also restrain, isolate and draw magic. I can't burn down the city with a mouse, not to mention I have to guard against Nagash."
As he spoke, Esky pointed to the front of the mine and the passage leading deep into the fortress.
"Let the Stormvermin set the whole city on fire while I guard our escape routes."
Ignoring how Iklit and Eshiliga planned the formation and movement trajectory of the Storm Rats, Esky's eyes were fixed on the magical energy in the sky that had been chaotic into a cloud.
Among the magical energy in the sky, giant purple thunder with a width of tens of meters continued to surge out, indicating that the necromancer had no remaining power for the time being.
Theoretically, Nagash could discover him at any time.
Once the opponent frees up his hand and casts a powerful spell, Esky is sure that he can dispel it once at most, or even deflect it once with a high probability.
Fortunately, the operation went smoothly.
The purple thunder surged several times but failed to strike. Instead, the city gradually ignited with blazing fire.
The oil mixed with warpstone turned into the fastest fuel, causing the entire fortress to be engulfed in flames within ten minutes, making the entire city brighter than daylight.
Esky looked at the storm rats coming from all directions, some even burning their own fur, and let out a burst of rat buzzing skills, screaming loudly.
"Quickly enter the passage and evacuate immediately!"
As he spoke, he was also about to initiate teleportation, but just when the green mist was about to appear in the hot air, Esky suddenly felt a damp chill.
Water drops fell on his shoulders. Eski spread his paws and looked up. It was raining.
"***!Why!"
Eski yelled and looked up at the sky. Unfortunately, misfortunes never come singly. The vision in the sky also disappeared at this time, which meant.
"His magic backlash is over!"
Eski raised his hand and released a howling war wind, blowing the remaining Storm Rats that had not had time to enter the passage into the hole.
The storm rats who had been thrown into a daze had not yet recovered when they heard the sharp rattle.
"Retreat! Retreat to the deep passage immediately! Even Nagash's magic cannot penetrate dozens of meters of rock formations with one blow, so move quickly!"
Hearing the sounds from behind gradually receding, Esky felt relieved and slowly retreated to the rear.
No new troops entered Esky's field of vision, and he didn't even notice any signs of spellcasting - neither the gathering of magical winds nor the tide of chaotic energy appeared.
The whole city was silent except for the light of the fire.
This sudden silence means that the anger of a certain dead thing has reached its peak.
That's right, the full moon of the Evil Moon does not happen every month.
This means Nagash either has to accept using a spell that has neither timing nor artifact bonuses, or has to wait for the next Night of the Horned Rat.
Nagash was not unresponsive.
When Esky and his party were on their way to the first mine where the slave rats and clan rats were from the second mine, the Storm Rats encountered a wave of skeletons.
Iklit stepped forward and quickly chopped down a large number of them, followed closely by the Storm Rats, but a large number of yellowed and moldy bones also poured out of other passages.
Esky was counting according to the changes in the magic wind, and more than ten minutes had passed.
Apart from this group of skeletons, there was still no movement in Nagash, and the movements of the skeletons in front of him did not become sharper because of their owner.
Before Eski could continue to guess what conspiracy the other party had, green gas suddenly floated from the passages on both sides.
Eski raised his hand and instantly moved in front of Iklit. The magical creation composed of vines was embedded between the mouth and nose of him and the betrayed master, providing him with air with the pure wind of life.
And more parts like animal skins covered their bodies
On all healthy skin.
At this time, the yellow-green gas had already dispersed among the rats. The Storm Rat in front of the yellow bones that had mostly been shattered covered his neck in pain.
They suddenly began to feel nauseated and retched, constantly adding new vomit on the ground, and gradually collapsed on the ground.
Esky directed the green flames that appeared beside him to roll towards the skeletons. He walked to the corpse of a storm rat and opened his belly.
The internal organs inside have melted into a ball of paste, and the green brilliance is passing away.
A poisonous gas that even a body with enhanced divine power cannot protect against? Nagash really put in some effort.
Are those clan rats dead too?
Just as he was thinking about it, there was a loud sound behind him.
"Set fire! Set fire! The stickman's murderous smoke is afraid of fire!"
It was Ikrit who was shouting.
Esky looked up, and it seemed that was not the case.
"This should be his newly invented poison gas, not the version you have seen."
As he spoke, he looked warily at the spaces to the left and right.
There was a slight vibration in that direction towards the pads of his feet, as if something big was coming.
The first ones to appear in sight were some skeletons holding giant swords, slowly approaching Esky and surrounding him, Ikrit and other important combat forces.
"Flower of the Empire Nagash version?"
Eski complained, and saw an even larger object behind them, composed of a skeleton engraved with runes.
"Bone giant?"
Seeing the structure, Esky raised his hand to release teleportation again, but he was surprised to find that, just like last time, the green teleportation mist could not be summoned again.
"Block me for teleportation, right?"
With an angry curse, Esky pushed Ikrit and the defector towards the deep passage.
"run!"
