Chapter 103 Returning to the Underground Fortress (4)
The wind of life wraps around the body, and the ground stained by the pink pads of the engineer warlock's paws is covered with a layer of moss.
It was already two hours after I saw Eshiliga and Bisis. (Blessed by Slaanesh) having sex.
This is another mountain on the surface opposite Cripple Peak. It is said that the local rats are struggling with whether to call it Broken Claw Peak or Falling Peak.
The rock that makes it up is quite hard, making it difficult for the rat-men to insert their claws, making it difficult for the rats to climb here as smoothly as an ordinary mountain cliff.
Like the one above the underground fortress, there are no warpstone deposits here. Neither Skaven nor Nagash attach much importance to this place.
In addition, transportation is extremely unfavorable to both sides, so this place was occupied by the Gray Prophet Quickwall to build his own mage tower.
The engineering warlock used his second vision to inspect the tower from a distance. There was no ritual magic as protection, and there was no obvious energy source.
It's quite logical when you think about it. There is only a mountain top between this tower and Cripple Peak. If you continue to use ritual magic arrogantly, there is no guarantee that Nagash will not hit this place.
After all, the only reason why the Gray Prophet built the Mage Tower was to facilitate the observation of the stars.
Even before he reached the mage tower, Eski could see the huge telescope on the top of the tower, which looked like a telescope ordered from the Skry clan.
It has a relatively flexible movable mechanism, which allows the Gray Prophet to observe twin-tailed comets or other moving stars relatively easily.
Apart from this, there is nothing related to magic in this mage tower.
Even in front of the dark door, decorated with intricate patterns and about 18 meters high, stood a large group of slave rats doing hard work. Judging from the winches connected by iron chains around them, they seemed to use
Come open the door.
Before the engineer warlock could reach the door, he had already seen them starting their busy work.
The door gradually opened, but no one was seen going out.
"Isky.Eve, why don't you come in yet?"
The sharp sound spread all around, and the engineering warlock had already seen blood stains in the ears of several slave rats who had no time to cover their ears.
It's obviously an improved version of the Rat Crying Technique, but the direction of their improvement is different from theirs.
However, the caster does not seem to be a gray prophet.
Dragging moss and even blooming wild flowers along the way, the engineering warlock walked on a path of life and walked into the gloomy mage.
With a creaking sound, the door slowly closed, and the interior of the mage tower fell into complete darkness. Eski's ordinary sight range immediately dropped to less than thirty meters.
"Let's see who is here. You dared to expose your heretical behavior in front of the great gods, but you didn't run away directly. This makes you look even less like a Skaven."
A voice with a rougher frequency than that of the Rat Man came from the darkness. This voice was younger and was obviously not Quickwall.
He softly communicated with the colorful wind of magic around him using Anoquayan, but the wind of magic did not respond to Esky's inquiry. Even with the second sight, he could not find the other party.
The dim red light in Eski's eyes immediately turned into a bright blue-purple color.
"Where is Lord Quickwall?"
While asking, the engineering warlock's deep magic vision was exploring the surroundings.
"I am Lord Quickwall's new apprentice. If you need anything, just ask me."
The sound came from above, and the sharp sound stirred up arc-shaped stripes from the dimensional position covering the engineer's ears.
Seeing that the search was fruitless, the engineer warlock stepped onto the wooden steps nearby. A creaking sound made him wonder if the thing was about to break.
"You and your teacher have a really good relationship."
As he moved upward step by step, the engineering warlock spoke.
His words were full of sarcasm, which was different from the fact that the apprentice of the Skry clan was trying to steal the teacher's job and threaten the teacher's status.
The number of Gray Prophets is always only 169. If an apprentice wants to rise to the top, he has to wait until his teacher dies. Generally speaking, there is only one way for a Gray Prophet to rise to the top, which is to kill his teacher.
"Of course, my teacher is different from other gray prophets."
The apprentice's mouth was full of respect, and Esky also felt that this Skaven was also an alien.
"It seems that he also told you that he will die soon."
The Mouse Crying Technique transmitted the sound upstairs, but was met with silence for a while.
Climbing several flights of stairs again, I still found nothing. The blue-purple light shone on the surrounding walls. Instead, I discovered a large number of oracle texts that were not luminous at all, as well as craftsman carvings that the Gray Prophet found from whom I don’t know where.
A simple mural.
After a long silence, Esky estimated that he was still about three floors away from the top of the tower.
So, he used the Rat Crying Technique again.
"What is your name, Candidate Gray Prophet."
"Vesker."
The engineer warlock frowned, wondering why there was no change in the distance of the sound.
This is not a characteristic of the Rat Crying Technique, and he does not believe that a Gray Seer's apprentice can have such strong spell control that he can make the same sound at every distance.
Even if there is, there is no need to do so.
Could it be that, looking at the runes and murals around him, the engineering warlock had a preliminary guess.
"Since Quickwall values you, it means that he thinks you have great potential. Why don't we come out and talk face to face.
Esky tentatively asked the other party while carefully observing the surrounding environment.
The continuously rotating upward stairs, together with the different texts and murals that appear on the wall at any time, seem to form an eternal upward spiral.
"Of course it's because of you, Engineer Warlock. Isn't it clear?"
Wesk's words became colder, and the dimensional position fluctuation stripes in Esky's ears became more dense.
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"Am I going to attack you in this mage tower?"
The engineer warlock smiled and said, Esquik didn't think he would be a stupid Skaven.
"Considering that you have already killed a Gray Prophet, it is indeed difficult for us to trust you."
"We? Quickwall has agreed to kill Staden."
As he spoke, Eski's eyes stared upwards, and Anoquian called for the flowing lightning-like blue magic wind to gather together and form a blue beam of light upwards.
However, it was still dark above.
"It was agreed that he could die in the hands of the Necromancer, not you."
"With such a decisive answer, I think Quickwall is by your side."
Responding casually, the engineer warlock raised his right paw, pointed the back of the paw upward, and showed the gray prophet apprentice the complex pattern of alternating blood-colored runes and dimensional stone-colored runes. p>
"Stadden is not my main crime, right? Is this a blessing from the horned rat, or is it a curse?"
"Does the great Horned Supreme, our god, the Horned Rat, need me to touch the Pillar of Commandment and then become the Lord of Decay?"
As he spoke, the engineering warlock's words once again took on a sarcastic tone.
"Ah~ I almost forgot, this is something that will only happen in thousands of years."
"Don't show your 'gifts' in front of our eyes. No matter what you are in the Prophet clan, if you have not fully accepted the gift of the Horned Rat, we think you are a heretic."
A ray of red light shines on the engineering warlock's right paw.
"Hahahaha... cute, cute."
The engineering warlock laughed.
"You mean, I don't accept gifts related to the Plague Clan?"
"How ridiculous, you are actually fighting me for a guy who competes with you for the right to interpret your beliefs?"
"As a prophet, don't you know what they will do?"
"Such as entering the Parliament with a poison gas bomb that can wipe out the entire Skaven City? You have to hand over three parliamentary seats."
"For example, if I kill all the Plague clan before they arrive, you will always have the right to explain."
"I will join forces with the cold-blooded animals across the sea, they will be happy to exterminate them."
"The Prophet clan will not allow another heretic to compete with them for the right to interpret their faith. As long as the interests and concerns are explained, they will support me."
"Do you think you and your teacher can stop it?"
"The barrier between the Chaos Demon Realm and this planet is still stable."
"The Horned Rat can't save them, that's what I said."
"I will use the flames of the divine stone to burn them all into ashes, and then scatter their ashes on the chaotic wasteland."