After about a few saltpeters, Eski looked at the group of Skry troops in front of him with twitching lips.
Almost all the troops that can be considered elite were left behind in Skulli's factory. The tens of thousands of clan rats here only had relatively old armor and relatively thin bodies.
These thin cannon fodder will soon be brought to the surface by the Storm Rat Lord selected by about twenty engineering warlocks.
Regardless of these cannon fodder, the clan rats of the same quality waiting beside the cannon immediately made Esky feel a bulging sensation in his temples.
"Is this the weapons operator? The Horned Rat is on top! They haven't even learned how to fire! I might as well hand these things over to the Rikaik clan!"
"No, no, these are just spares."
Warren's appearance when leading the troops was not very tidy, and his walking posture was quite casual. It looked like a large group of clan rats were heading in the direction of Eski.
"They are."
The old engineering warlock pointed at the clan rats in the rear wearing uniform red uniforms.
"The Zambi Team, a mercenary team affiliated under the banner of Vitrik Engineer Warlock, has been supporting clan warlords in some strongholds in the north for a long time."
"They were good at using captured dwarf weapons in the past. These things are similar to those things, so they can probably be used proficiently."
Esky's eyes turned to those gadgets.
Under the red glimmer in his eyes and the green light of the warpstone lamp, he could still see those shiny golden decorations, which looked like some kind of bronze decoration, plus those red ones that were quite expensive in the ratman society.
The cloth is enough to show the financial resources of this mercenary group.
"Mercenaries? I thought they would be similar to those hired by Lord Iklit."
Eski approached the clan rat who was the most gorgeously dressed and had a string of crystal horned rat head decorations hanging around his neck. He was almost 1.75 meters tall and observed carefully.
Lord Iklit often hired some mercenaries to fill the battle line when the soldiers of the Reikek clan were attrition too much.
But the appearance of those mercenaries is, at best, better than that of ordinary small clans. For example, Esky has seen that some of the mercenaries are equipped with sleeping bags, temporary toilets, etc.
And what he saw in front of him, whether it was the crystal decoration or the triangular runes on it, which were probably made by the Gray Prophet, were not comparable to the kind of mercenaries he had seen before.
The mercenary, who was looked around by Eski, was embarrassed and stiff, and took a step back, exposing his neck to express submission.
"No, no, no, distinguished engineering warlocks, we are different. Our leader has studied mathematics and physics in the Skulli clan in Skaven Mordor. Therefore, only people like us can fulfill Skulli's requirements.
The completion."
He argued fearfully that the Zambi team and the engineering warlocks had been cooperating for so long, so they naturally knew the other party's extraordinary power.
"Really? That's really a talent."
Eski said in a cold tone.
"Speaking of which, I didn't find Storm Rats here."..."Storm Rats can become a small leader in any clan. In those small clans, they can even directly become the clan leader. They probably don't need to be mercenaries.
of."
The mercenary paused, lowered his tone slightly, and said.
"Besides, our group leader doesn't like Storm Rats very much."
"I don't like those things that can barely see themselves, but as cannon fodder, they are still more qualified than the clan rats."
"If you want to prove that the clan rats are much stronger than those idiots when they have wisdom, then destroy enough skeletons."
"After that, your Zambi team can establish a cooperative relationship with me. I have always liked your spontaneous strength."
With that said, Esky placed a rattling in front of Team Zambi.
"Let's start by learning this thing."
During the step-by-step decomposition teaching, only the empty military camp and the Zambi team who were still in place were left in the originally crowded Skory station.
On the ground, the vibrations of the staggered claws contacting the ground caused the sand and stones above the head to fall continuously, and the battle was about to begin.
On the unnamed peak opposite Cripple Peak, Ikrit was observing the details at the bottom of the mountain with the telescope Eski made for him, sighing from time to time.
The evil moon Mosrib is closer to the ground than yesterday, and the green moonlight makes the red clouds that appear above Cripple Peak all year round green.
Ikrit, who was supposed to become active due to the power of chaos, did not look happy at all.
The moon in the sky not only strengthens the power of Skaven, but also seems to strengthen the power of the undead, and the moonlight can make those skeletons see farther.
"The moon is too bright, go around behind the ridge."
Feeling the approach of Eshiliga behind him, Ikrit confessed without looking back.
"There is a barbarian fortress over there. Your scouts, plus my surprise attack team, can set fire to the tribal strongholds belonging to those human gadgets in the rear."
"I'm afraid not, Lord Ikrit."
Model's trapper held a dog-shaped creature with a rat head and objected.
"We have to directly attack the camp at the foot of Nagash Mountain."
Before the trapper could say anything else, Ikrit slapped him in the face, causing the trapper to fall on the cliff and break his head.
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Facing the wolf-rat that might be rushing towards the trapper, Ikrit's claws, which were much faster than the wolf-rat, completely opened the wolf-rat's abdominal cavity at a speed that was completely invisible to the rat's eyes.
Green intestines and red other organs were scattered all over the floor.
Then, Ikrit looked at the unfamiliar faces of the Storm Rats and said sternly.
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"And you newcomers, listen, I know the weakness of the stickman guy on the opposite side! The more scattered his troops are, the weaker his ability to control those skeletons will be.",
"So, we must have enough attack points! I once harassed more than 3,000 strongholds at the same time, which reduced the combat capability of the skeleton by half. Even then, my troops still suffered heavy losses."... "If you want to
If you want to annihilate the entire army, then attack head-on!"
Just as he was talking, a series of strange owl hoots came one after another from a distance.
The rebel master made the same sound, and then his face became quite gloomy.
"Eshiriga?"
Ikrit asked immediately.
In the war with the stickman monsters, the rebel lord's scouts are their eyes, and the war in the tunnel is easy to say.
In a ground battle, the information brought by these eyes is very important.
"My scout accidentally touched a skeleton. Damn the newbie, the stickman weirdo will know our actions soon."
Ashley's suppressed angry voice leaked out from between the sharp teeth, and his black eyes looked at the fortress on the opposite side that was still emitting shining green smoke.
"Perhaps, he already knows."
"The surprise attack force must not be in place at this time. It seems that some big scenes are needed to delay the time."
Ikrit immediately made a decision.
"Model's stuff, prepare your rat trolls. The other clans try to disperse the war zone and act according to the plan formulated in the war council."
The messengers belonging to various clans began to rush in all directions quickly, but the messengers of the Model clan did not move at all.
"No, there is no need to use the rat troll yet."
The trapper, who had just been knocked to the ground, stared at Ikrit with resentment in his eyes.
"Send out the wolves and rats!"
Ikrit frowned slightly, then waved his paws.
"It's up to you, but if the frontal battlefield collapses, the Prophet's Council and the Council of Thirteen will be responsible for your Model clan."
At this moment, behind an old iron man, two Skavens wearing leather fully enclosed protective suits with Skryll Clan observers on their eyes slowly came closer.
"If possible, the Skryre clan can also provide sufficient help."
In the Skry clan below, all the engineering warlocks no longer even thought about continuing to work in the factory, and continued to sit around in the restaurant, suppressing the panic in their hearts with the freshly cooked barbecue. p>
"Is there nothing wrong with just using those cannon fodder things?"
A young engineer warlock asked old Warren this question for the third time.
"We gathered two apprentices who needed to be dealt with."
Vitrik stuffed a few pieces of fat into his mouth and muttered.
"If they can survive, give them the power to have a stronghold in the north."
As he said that, he sat sideways and looked at the white-haired rat man facing him.
Next to Esky, there was the ogre who looked wrong, with two tongues and wearing so-called power armor, and the one who, no matter what Vitrik thought, was not right, the so-called
’s new clerk.
After thinking about it, he felt that there was no need to remind him, so Vitrik said casually.
"Eski, with the project funds you gave us this time, our railway can probably start construction for another 20 kilometers. However, we still don't even have a clue about the dimensional train you mentioned."
"Didn't you say that getting that thing called the Demon Engine can solve this problem?"... "Eski?"
After receiving no response, Vitrick asked again. He raised his head and saw that Esky was mumbling something inexplicably.
"The magical wind tonight is not quite right."
The bright blue-purple light instantly replaced the red color of Eski's eyes.
"Mosribu is so bright, they shouldn't just be like this."
"You guys eat first, I have to confirm some things."
Eski hurriedly ran out, leaving a solemn-looking Vitrik looking at the remaining engineering warlocks.
"It seems that the youngest engineer warlock has fallen into a trap that is difficult to escape. Are we going to test the chief engineer warlock's attitude?"
In the square outside the restaurant, Eski stood up straight next to the black magic plant.
The feeling of uneasiness given by the wind of heaven is getting stronger and stronger. It whispers in Eski's ear that conspiracy exists in the world.
Eski looked at the magical wind in the deep magic vision. Not only did the total amount remain unchanged, but the magical aura in his sight was decreasing imperceptibly.
Eski eagerly took out the book with the blue-purple magical aura from the sapphire arch, and couldn't wait to open the Book of Tzeentch to reserve a place for it.
When he returned to his factory just now and was flipping through this book in order to prepare to explain the route to the ogres, Esky discovered that the position of the Book of Destiny on the map was actually changing, and it was getting closer and closer to their Nagash.
Zal.
Logically speaking, he should be happy to have this thing delivered to his door, but inexplicable uneasiness echoes in the omen of the wind of heaven.
This means that this is probably Tzeentch's conspiracy.
But there is no way to guess what the conspiracy is.
Opening the Book of Tzeentch again, the location above shows that the location of the Book of Destiny is less than thirty kilometers away from Nagashzar.
"Is it so close?"
If it was Tzeentch's conspiracy, then what exactly was it? The Great Demon of Tzeentch personally delivered the goods? Or did that thing take the initiative to collect his soul?
If that's the case, how to defeat the great demon Tzeentch? And how to let the apprentice take the blame? What if Tzeentch's conspiracy takes his soul?
A series of questions appeared in Eski's mind.
Although he knew that his mind was close to being corrupted, the engineer warlock still couldn't control his thoughts.
Suddenly, he felt himself tripping over something and almost fell.
Looking down, something that originally belonged to Hecate and was made in her spare time - a set of chess-like things belonging to the elves - is now scattered on the ground.
The chess pieces of the two sides are intertwined in a chaotic manner, but if you look closely, you can find that the chess pieces of both sides have coincidentally fallen together opposite each other.
"What is this hinting at? Damn it, the Lord of Changes should be cut into pieces with a thousand swords."
Eski kept cursing Tzeentch with different words in the Skaven language, and the green rune on his right paw shone brighter and brighter, but Eski could not wait for even a laugh from the Horned Rat.
This made the engineering warlock lower his head and stamp his feet angrily. Below, a little moist liquid leaked out from under the robe, and the smell of fear filled the entire square.
If this continues, you will be scared to death before anything comes.
The blue stream of the wind of life dances with Anoquiyan, and magic closes the area of fear in the mind with Anoquiyan's call.
No matter what, Tzeentch, come if you want.
Eski's eyes were filled with fighting spirit again, the ogre's demonic engine used the technology of Slaanesh!
At the same time, twenty kilometers away.
A hunched team is marching nervously and chaotically.
According to a crazy prophet, it is said that the book given by Brother Mao, who may look a little strange, says that there is a waaagh worth launching here!
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