On the ridge of the nameless mountain peak, Ikrit's tail swayed slowly and irritably on the ground.
Here, you can use Skary's telescope to easily observe the situation below, and you can also get out of Nagash's sight as quickly as possible, and use the soil layer to reduce the penetration of Nagash's will into the material world.
Despite this, this is still not a good enough command place for Ikrit. He is here, which means that the messengers must also wait here.
This place is thousands of meters away from the large underground tunnel. This distance makes the speed at which his orders can be conveyed far slower than establishing a command post at the bottom of the mountain.
It's all damn Staden's fault. Originally, Skaven's troops could easily threaten the mountain fortress five kilometers away.
In addition to the dead thing, what made Ikrit feel even more uncomfortable was the representatives of the Storm Rats from the big city behind him.
The best way to deal with Nagash is to divide the troops. It is easy to say, but in practice, it is a delicate job.
If the skeletal squad is to be divided into three thousand different troops, a larger number of rat squads will be needed to continuously harass the settlements in the rear.
In the past decades of fighting, the Rikeke clan has developed an effective command system.
For example, prepare three messengers for each team. When orders cannot be obtained, how to establish a temporary frontline command system and other processes.
But the effectiveness of this system is limited to the clans that Rikaike itself cooperates with.
To Lord Iklit, these so-called elites from big cities are no different from newly recruited mercenaries, and there is no way to command them like an arm.
Trying to suppress the restlessness in my heart, I waited for the people of the Model clan among the slightly moving plants below.
"Hasn't the Model clan started fighting yet? What a coward."
The person coming was a Storm Rat that Ikrit was not familiar with. He was wearing unrefined armor and did not have any shiny decorations on his body. He looked just like an ordinary Storm Rat, except for his tall stature.<
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His eyes glanced at the small flag with the Moss clan logo behind him, and then Ikrit continued.
"Model is as philistine as those slave traders. Of course they will not have your discipline and... courage."
As he spoke, the warlord turned his attention to the slightly swaying grove about two kilometers ahead in the telescope.
Those small clans that had taken refuge in the Gray Prophet last time and now have taken refuge in Model, plus Model's small war beasts are slowly approaching the camp of the Skeletons, preparing to launch a surprise attack. p>
"As long as this round of sneak attacks can cause chaos to Nagash's army."
With that said, Ikrit grabbed the paw of the Moss clan warlord, and with the firm and huge strength brought by the alchemy potion he had taken for many years, he pulled the big man in front of him.
"Your soldiers, go and learn from the veterans who stayed here..."
Ikrit's excited but suppressed stiffness was quickly overshadowed by the deep but loud voice of the opponent.
"In all the battles we have experienced, commanders have been organized to learn. Even these new commanders have learned how to deal with skeletons before they came."...The old warlord then let go of his claws and sighed.<
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"Come prepared. It would be great if all clans had such efficiency."
However, in that case, it would not be Rickake's turn to be in the limelight in a place like this, and the Moss clan obviously has the same idea.
"We don't want that."
After letting the people of the Moss clan go, the aura of magic guided two Scully clan spellcasters who were casting hidden magic to appear in front of Ikrit.
This time, instead of touching the casters who might have dimensional force fields, Ikrit politely asked the two casters with glowing green eyes.
"I heard the quality of your infantry is pretty bad."
The Scully caster's tone was quite harsh, and his tail slapped the side of the underground fortress commander.
"Don't ask us, ask those lowly warlords."
A flash of killing intent flashed in Ikrit's eyes, and he quickly held back. Scully was now a partner, and he couldn't let him do it.
A storm rat with eyes fixed around the eye sockets, walking as fast as a clan rat, and with some hair lost on its legs, revealing its flesh-colored skin, came closer.
Behind him, there is a fluorescent triangular battle flag with the symbol of the Skryre clan, indicating his identity. Read the book
"The elite ones have been left by the engineering warlocks to defend the nest."
His rattle was as loud as possible, and Ikrit could still hear the other person's age.
"Are there any warlords from ten years ago among you?"
Ikrit asked with a hint of expectation.
Stormrat was wearing reading glasses, and there was no elixir of life injection device behind him. Ikrit could only hope that he had drank the relatively cheap life-extending potion from Skary.
If Skull's soldiers could only be used as cannon fodder, he would be in quite a headache.
Fortunately, Skary's old Stormvermin's response satisfied him enough.
"I am. There are only a few others, and there are not many people who can be given life-extending potion. This time, they have all been sent."
As he said that, the old Storm Rat showed off his inconvenient legs and feet and continued.
"The quality of Skull's troops this time makes it really difficult to implement the old tactics of the past. But the Eski engineer warlock specifically explained that, except for the weapons team, you can use these soldiers at will."
Iklit's eyes lit up, and he immediately called one of the several Storm Rats following him over.
"In this case, all of Skry's infantry will be merged into Reikek from now on. I will send additional escorts to protect the weapons team."
"Iturs, leave this matter to your lads below to work with Scully."
The warlord patted the young warlord who was the reserve commander on the shoulder and said.
In addition to the other troops that have dispersed about fifteen kilometers, commanded by the young man in front of me, there are also five 2197-man reserve groups below Ruikek, which is still enough to assemble Shikuli's soldiers.
"Yes, yes, great lord. In addition to the command structure, it is estimated that there will be many basic combat squads. How will these squads be invested?"
The mouths of storm rats are even more sinister than those of ordinary rat people.
This is because his metabolism is faster than that of ordinary storm rats, and his excited nerves do not allow him to speak normally... Ikrit found this special cub from the breeding pit three years ago.
His combat power is almost comparable to that of Lord Iklit before he drank the alchemy potion.
Gently smoothing the hair on Ituls' face, Ikrit could feel the young rat man's whole body trembling violently, and continued.
"We don't need it for now, let's reorganize it first."
"Yes, yes."
Watching Iturs return to the tunnel, Ikrit was about to pick up the telescope again when he heard a strange and vague sound.
Phew—bang!
There was a muffled sound from somewhere far away.
Ikrit turned around and looked.
More than ten kilometers away from here, a medium-sized green spark suddenly exploded in the sky. It was the signal bomb equipped by the Skry clan.
There is only one relatively large force in that direction, so there is only one possibility for a signal flare to appear at this time.
The old warlord immediately said to the black-robed shadow sitting aside, as inconspicuous as a small stone.
"Sirik's Plague Clan went around into the unattended tunnel at the rear! Esiliga!"
"I know."
Eshiliga nodded, opened his mouth, and let out a sharp rattle.
The only ones left who can provide intelligence support to the almost alone army are the scouts and assassins of the defecting lord.
Although it has always been known that the Plague Clan is a tool used to check and balance Rickek, at least at this time, the few Plague Clan with combat experience from more than ten years ago cannot be destroyed because of this war.
Almost at the same time that the muffled sound caused a commotion in the camp below, the Model clan and their vassal clans launched an attack on the camp.
The sharp rattles and human cries of death immediately turned into echoes that kept reverberating in the valley, and could be clearly heard on the top of the mountain.
"Send the order to Iturs to complete the reorganization of the reserve team as quickly as possible."
"Command the team to tell the Model clan to mobilize their strongest monsters. We need to prepare the strongest impact force underground. I only give them ten minutes!"
The orderly soldiers who had already sat down on the side of the headquarters and recharged their batteries were immediately called up. The four orderlies took Ikrit's military order and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
The clan leader of a medium-sized clan called the Rotten Stone clan who was guarding the headquarters immediately said.
"Lord Ikrit? This is against the rules. The Gray Prophet's order is to launch a ground campaign to eliminate the threat posed by the skeleton to us."
Lord Iklit's fierce gaze was cast on him, and the two Stormrat guards, who were taller than the clan leader, immediately sandwiched the clan leader's head with steel halberds.
"Shut up, I'm removing the threat from the skeleton! Watch your head!"
As he said that, Ikrit turned his attention to more clan leaders waiting outside.
"All the remaining troops near the headquarters should attack and attack down the mountain. There is no need to hide yourself! The skeletons have already attracted the attention of our troops in the tunnel. Take this opportunity to defeat them!"
"The first one to break through the enemy camp will be rewarded with one dimension coin per clan member!"
As he spoke, a large bag of coins exuding green light was thrown on the command table, which made all the clan leaders red-eyed. This bag alone was almost the annual income of a small clan...
Following the sharp rattles, the clan army that had been waiting for a long time in several tunnel entrances turned into chaotic temporary battle groups and rushed down the mountain.
Only then did Ikrit say to the defector on the side.
"Eshiliga, I have to personally take Iturs with me. Before these cannon fodders are all dead, we should cooperate with the Plague Clan to attack the two skeleton bunkers as soon as possible."
"There's no telling, we can get back the eighth mine and the three surrounding mines!"
"What about me?"
"You have to command your people here, and the command of the ground troops is also given to you."
"The old rule is to attack everywhere and mess with them. The more mess you make, the greater our results will be."
Ikrit stamped his paws on the ground excitedly, almost seeing the fragrant and precious green ore being mined.
The black claws hidden under the hood struck him hard on the head. The defector made no sound, allowing him to hear his own heartbeat clearly as if it was being hammered.
"I think you are too excited to be commanding this kind of battle again."
"Your tactics can indeed weaken the skeletons of the Stickman Monster. But what if the Stickman Monster releases murderous smoke like it did more than ten years ago, or even comes to kill you personally?"
"We, together with the elite Storm Rats and the Gray Prophets, are unable to surround and annihilate the Stickman Monster who is almost alone!"
"Only Eski's weird sneak attack made the stickman unprepared and took a solid bite, which made him calm down for a while."
"If the Stickman Monster really comes, you will have no choice but to die in the hands of the Stickman Monster, just like the most elite Stormrat Guards of Wilski's Overflow Clan!"
After giving a stern warning to Ikrit, the defector's hood turned to the ground on the other side.
"You must stay here, Eski has just sent someone to deliver a message to me."
"As long as it is tested that the Stickman Monster cannot actually fight in person, the engineering warlocks from Skary will directly take action to push the Stickman Monster's troops back to the fortress. Now, don't worry."
In the fortress opposite Ikrit, in the barbarian headquarters, military information is also being transmitted rapidly.
"Bugarad! The frontline position has been attacked! Look at that posture, there are at least tens of thousands of damn rats!"
"Bugarad! The back mountain was attacked, and nine strongholds were on fire! All the wool reserves and winter firewood of the attacked tribe were burned!"
"We were attacked from the south! At least fifty of our sentry towers were burned down, and they were all filled with smoke! The fire lit up the sky over there in red!"
"To the east...King Khan still has the horses of the herdsmen..."
"North...bean material...fabric..."
More and more unfavorable information is being sent to the barbarian headquarters.
They command all armies except the undead, but at this time, the living troops always seem to be of little use.
"Send reinforcements to guard the tunnel entrance ahead, at least to prevent these damn rats from passing through here."
Bugalad dropped an order and ran towards the depths of the fortress. He had to meet his master who was sleeping in the coffin.
Tonight, the rat people used tactics that he was very familiar with. They launched a large-scale night battle with harassment. The commander of the rat people seemed to have replaced their old opponent, the old opponent from fifty years ago.
It seems that the stupid beasts also know how stupid that thing was before.
However, where is the main attack direction of that damn rat? Is it the attack involving tens of thousands of people?
They can't stand the suppression of the tunnel entrance and the threat to their rat nest, so they want to clear out the military camp at the bottom of the mountain?
Bugarad always feels that it is not that simple.
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When things perish, how can they survive? Remind you: remember to collect after reading it