When Sirik was brought to them, his eyes kept looking around, as if something was following him.
Regarding Ikrit's question, he was in a daze for a while before he realized what Ikrit said.
As if he was thinking about what he wanted to say, Ikrit wasted dozens of seconds before hearing Sirik say again.
"We took out the skeletons blocking the road without much effort. Their movements were much slower than before. Even ordinary clan rats smashed them without much effort."
"But a lot of stuffed animals appeared behind me, almost like a carpet. They broke through my rear line within a few minutes."
At this point, Sirik's words became unclear and he was speechless for a long time. It took him a long time to speak.
"Finally, I rushed forward and broke through those damn skeletons, but nearly half of the elite I brought in died under the attack of those stuffed monsters."
Before he could say anything else, Ikrit pulled out his sword.
Regarding issues that would threaten the situation of the war, as the lord of Rickake, he would never force himself to ignore these doubtful points that would affect the relationship between lords.
"I don't believe that the Plague Clan alone can take down Stickman's layer-by-layer underground defenses so quickly. I would rather believe that Stickman has no defenses on the road."
"Otherwise, it would be impossible for you to arrive just after I breached this fortress."
"And let's not talk about this. There is a fortress for the second mine behind it. Why didn't you leave part of the second mine for on-site defense and go back to the eighth mine? You should know that the two can be integrated.
Defense."
As Ikrit was talking, Eshiliga slowly moved behind Sirik.
Sirik jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on, and moved to one side, handing his back to the wall, facing the rebel lord and Ikrit.
"You don't believe me? Will I betray you, the Horned Rat, and join a dead thing?! You are slandering me!"
"It seems you admitted it?"
Ikrit's tone became more and more certain.
Not to mention how this thing can be so sure about what he guessed, just saying that he can detect the secret approach of the betrayed master already illustrates his abnormality.
"I once saw a kid being captured and saying in front of the Stickman that he wanted to be his slave and begging for his life. The Stickman killed him, but maybe you are luckier?"
"Eshiriga, how do you think we should handle it?"
The traitor's instinct made him subconsciously take a step back, blocking Sirik in front of Ikrit, and then said.
"I don't like to leave risks. I just stick a poisonous dagger into this thing's forehead and everything will be solved."
As soon as the lords who were about to take action showed their standard pre-battle posture, the noise outside had already interrupted the temporary tranquility of the rat people.
"Pyro! Pyro is coming!"
The two rats took advantage of Sirik's momentary distraction and destroyed Sirik's resistance from both sides.
But to the surprise of the leader of the Plague Clan, Ikrit did not kill him right away... "Syric, you are also a lord, and you have the power to fight the stickman monster at this time. I don't believe you.
, I won’t be at ease if I leave you here.”
"Take your men and go to the front with the troops of the Skry clan. This is an order from the commander-in-chief of the clan alliance and the expeditionary force."
"I thought that position had been eliminated long ago."
Sirik's mouth still didn't soften, but his legs involuntarily knelt down.
"The Council of Thirteen has never revoked my position."
Ikrit's indifferent tone and the blade that had already cut off a bunch of Sirik's hair still made him speak quickly.
"I'll be there, immediately."
About ten minutes later, Ikrit couldn't help but sigh that the battlefield is always a place where rumors are flying.
Although the clan rat stuff said that Nagash had already attacked, the ones that appeared in front of Ikrit and the other rats didn't even have a single ghoul hair.
However, after a period of time, Ikrit, along with his own bodyguards, escorted the two-kilometer-long Sirik's troops forward through several tunnel twists and turns, and suddenly felt something strange.
The originally hot and humid air became scalding, and this same feeling also meant that the necromancer with his body on fire was approaching.
The murderous intent towards Sirik in his eyes immediately turned into panic.
Although I never thought that Stickman Monster could directly go into battle, but so quickly, this means that the last injury has almost completely recovered.
This time was different from the last time. There was no spellcaster present. Ikrit quickly retreated with his personal guards, without even raising his head to see what state Nagash was in.
Sirik's curses came from behind, and the smell of fear instantly erupted throughout the entire passage. The lord's fear was immediately transmitted to all the storm rats and clan rats, and the smell in the passage became stronger and stronger.
In order to prevent himself from being too frightened to wield the knife, Ikrit quickly turned around, cut off the load-bearing column as thick as his own body, kicked it to the ground, and blocked the rat man behind who also wanted to escape.<
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After doing the same thing to more than a dozen load-bearing pillars, finally, stones began to fall from the top of the entire tunnel and made a vibrating sound.
"Hurry up, there's going to be a landslide."
As he said that, his body, which was strengthened by the alchemy potion and far surpassed that of a mortal, pulled out an afterimage in the tunnel.
Not wanting to be buried alive, the guards tried their best to run while discarding the armor engraved with runes on their bodies one by one.
Finally, it took one minute for his lord to leave this dangerous area.
With an explosion-like sound, an unknown number of Skaven were buried alive under the collapsed rock formations.
The escape route behind them was blocked, and the ratmen who were already in front of Nagash fell into despair.
The green magical light on the cyan sedan floated with the green flames coming out from between Nagash's skeleton.
As the Necromancer stretched out his claws, green magic surged past, and the hot air mixed with the smell of metal and ash flowed with the magic surge.
The hundreds of rats standing in front of Nagash pinched their necks and fell to the ground in pain... As the wind blew through the entire passage, the dense phalanx of countless rat-men seemed to be struck by water.
Like a pile of sand, it was emptied out like this.
Only the curses coming from a few side roads and the unique stench of the rat men were left.
Nagash's eyes stayed on the corpses and crushed souls everywhere for a few seconds, then extinguished the fire in his eyes.
The souls of thousands of lowly ratmen who died in pain from suffocation and burning were able to make up for the mana just spent, and their corpses were pulled up from the floor again.
But Nagash didn't intend to do this.
There is no need to waste precious mana on these things that already make him feel tired.
"Master, if you are inconvenient to command, I can do it for you. My black magic can also command the undead."
In the darkness, a humble voice appeared.
Zestus, another immortal who has taken the elixir of life for decades, is different from the former leader of chaotic humans. Now he has studied magic for decades. In the eyes of Nagash, the level of black magic is already good.
It can be considered a beginner.
The eyes burning with green magic flames poured out cold gazes. Nagash's sedan was gently lowered beside Zestus, and his dry fingertips crossed Zestus' pale face, leaving a mark on it.
Leave a green mark.
"Not to mention the punishment for transgression, loyal servant, advance with the army of death to bring victory to your master."
As he spoke, he was hollow and indifferent, as if his soulless words were chanting and weaving something.
"Let every beating heart turn into mud, let the flowing river stop, and let the filthy lair cease to exist."
"Obey the master's will."
Zestus's eyes flashed with a lively light, not as empty and dull as the servants who had been engraved with marks in the past.
Even he himself was surprised that his self-will was preserved to such a degree.
Nagash did not look at him again, and called the original barbarian priests to get up their sedan chairs, and continued to move slowly towards the forked roads on both sides.
The barbarian servants commanding the army can indeed make his burden much lighter, but as the only will left in the world, no matter how these servants swear, Nagash cannot believe them.
The privileges we have today are only for this period of time.
Zestus' will took over from his master, and the energy of black magic filled the depths of the skull's bones.
The tarnished spear points and armor pressed against the bones covered with plaque, causing the bones of the skeletons to make an unpleasant sound. Without the maintenance of black magic, these bones would have fallen apart long ago.
A slight tremor came from the soles of his feet, and Zestus knew that it was the master's structure.
Following the same pace as the skeletons, the former champion warrior ran into the same large number of rat people in the fork in the road. They were eager to escape, and the skeletons, which were not moving so agilely, could not catch up with the rat people running away with their heads in their hands.
In this case, only extraordinary people like him can pursue it.
The pale body stepped on the ground, breaking the rocky ground into pieces, and the immortal's body was shot out like a cannonball... In a direction that he didn't notice, the faint light in Nagash's eyes swept across
If you pass him, is this one a traitor?
When the soldiers of the plague once again gave up their lives involuntarily, after evacuating to the rear, Ikrit eagerly greeted the teams composed of Skry and Rickek.
"Hurry and prepare torches and firewood!"
"No, it's not time to set fire yet!"
Eshirigara pulled Ikrit and tried his best to dissuade him.
"Once this place collapses, it will take us ten years to reopen the mine. You know the Council of Thirteen tried to give up adding troops because of the last collapse."
The tone of the rebel master was quite urgent. The reason why they are still alive is because of this battle that took place far away from Skaven Mordor.
If the Council of Thirteen gives up on increasing the number of troops, their lives will disappear like lights being blown out.
"Of course I know that, but that's the Stick Man. Neither we nor Esky expected that he would appear again so soon."
While replying, Ikrit emphasized the order just now.
"Go dig, bite, and chop the load-bearing pillars in front, and collapse all the tunnels!"
The rebel leader punched Ikrit on the breastplate, causing the old warlord's body to hit the rock wall behind, and a cloud of rubble fell.
Rubbing his sore paws, the rebel leader said this.
"I still have a way, give me five minutes!"
Eshiliga stopped the Storm Rats at the side, specially selected a team that did not have Skryre clan rats among them, and handed the four packages carried by the assassins hiding in the dark into their hands.
"Throw this thing on that Pyro thingy and pull it back."
"This thing can stick to the Pyro thingy by itself, and then inhibit the Pyro thingy's magic, but it is easily damaged before it can take effect. Hide it well and hide it on the last rat."
As soon as he finished speaking, Assassin Rat followed his gesture and brought out bottles of Skaven beer produced in the Demon City and thirteen pottery bowls and placed them in front of the team members.
"These strengthening potions can strengthen your physical abilities and give you the greatest chance of survival!" Kanshu La
Pour the black wine with green light for them personally, Ashriga said.
When all the wine had entered the bellies of the rats, the eyes that were originally glowing red became redder and redder, and finally even turned green, Eshiliga said impassionedly.
"Drink this bowl of wine, and the divine realm of the Horned Rat will be opened to you. Don't be afraid of sacrifice! Descendants of the Horned Rat, fight for the Horned Rat! You will ascend to the divine realm!"
The smell of battle filled the entire passage, and the thirteen-person team only had fighting spirit in their eyes.
Before Ikrit could say anything, they rushed out of the bunker and entered the fork on the upper level. Connected to this fork, there was a murder hole leading to the place where it collapsed.
"Let's go, follow them. You can call another team. Don't have anything to do with Scully."
Dozens of rat men were running around in the tunnel without any armor, and Ikrit finally couldn't help but ask.
"Skavin beer is so effective? Why didn't I think of it before?"
Ikrit remembered that this thing only made the ratmen a little braver, allowing the cannon fodder troops that were originally useless to penetrate the enemy's lines, or allowing ordinary teams to penetrate deep into the enemy's rear.
But it is quite extraordinary to have the Rat Man take the initiative to attack the well-known symbol of death, the Stickman Monster.
"This is a specialized version of Skaven beer. The Prophet's Council and the Skryre clan have added ingredients to it. It is a supplementary potion that comes with the reinforcements this time."
"You won't be afraid of death after drinking it? Is this thing so useful?"
"The great horned rat's divine power is inside, and it is said to have been modified based on a magic that allows the Gray Seers to fight to the death."
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When things perish, how can they survive? Remind you: remember to collect after reading it