"If this is the case, we should capture the Gray Prophet alive and drink it for him. No, we should have bottled it for Sirik just now."
"Stop talking nonsense, this kind of inferior product has no effect on the extraordinary body."
Eshiliga turned his head, and a dagger from his waist flew out and pierced the front of the panting Storm Rat with the depth of a claw, causing the latter to stop.
The speed did not slow down at all, the defector said to Ikrit behind him.
"Don't let your personal guards follow. They are not fast enough and will not be able to escape later. "My spies are not following either, so you should rest assured."
As he spoke, a black thing spun and flew in the direction of Ikrit.
Ikrit, who originally planned to avoid it, suddenly realized that the speed of the thing would stop him when it reached in front of him, so he stretched out his hand to grab it.
"What is this?"
"The dimensional stone bomb is the detonator of what those guys in front of you are holding."
"Eski gave me a hundred. You should have heard Eski say before that if the yield of this thing is big enough, it can kill the stickman, but..."
Before the defector had finished speaking, the air had already become hot, and it was obvious that Nagash was not far away.
In the passage further ahead, a neat formation of skeletons has already appeared.
The spear tips of the skeletons are already stained with green and brown rust, and the bones are covered with mold. However, their military appearance is neat and they move quickly, which is completely different from other skeletons that move slowly.
"All the stickman's energy is spent here? It seems like you should have asked your personal guards to keep up."
Ashrigal said, with a flick of his arm, a new dagger slipped out of his sleeve.
"That's fine. Let the raiding team kill all the human gadgets and burn all the stick monsters' supplies. With the Moss clan here, we can still harvest a large number of slaves and excess supplies."
Ikrit violently pulled back the assault teams that were still preparing to move forward, and rushed forward with Eshiriga.
Ratmen are much faster than humans, and are naturally more flexible than skeletons forcibly maintained by black magic, but the precious physical strength of the assault team cannot be wasted in such a place.
They could only die in front of Nagash.
As a black shadow flashed past, the originally neat skeleton phalanx collapsed.
After cutting off the tip of the spear, the rebel leader stepped on the skeleton in front of the formation and crashed into the earthquake.
Eshiliga's dagger just scratched the surface of the skeletons, and the skeletons were unable to maintain their bodies, and were pressed into different skeletons by the gravity of the armor.
This is the new equipment he ordered from Esky before, and it is the technology of the Skry clan.
The core of the warpstone causes the blade of the dagger to release the energy field of the warpstone. After contact with black magic, it directly turns into an almost imperceptible flame that burns the black magic existing in the skeleton.
Just a touch can put these ordinary skeletons into eternal sleep.
Behind him, Lord Ikrit suddenly discovered that he was left with only a bunch of residue that had lost his "life" for the second time.
Ikrit smoothed the black hair on his face, put the knife into the sheath on his waist, and said.
"You are still hiding this hand?"... The defector shook the dagger in his hand. At the bottom of it, the lightning-like logo of the Skry clan and the two English letters IE were clearly displayed in front of Ikrit's eyes. "You can always go to Eski to help you customize weapons and equipment."
Seeing no response, Esiliga turned back in surprise.
"Are you trying to break away from him and go it alone? According to my experience, if that's the case, you should lean in and stab him when he is unprepared."
Ikrit glared at him fiercely, and the red light in his eyes became brighter due to the expansion of his eyelids.
"I'm not as bottomless as you."
Their quarrel did not last, not only because of the urgency of the mission, but also the new enemy at the end of the passage.
A pale figure appeared along with the increasingly hot air, causing the temperature here to drop slightly. A greasy fungus growing on the rock wall gradually died around the figure.
A spear phalanx composed of brand new corpses appeared beside him, and the clan rats of the Plague clan followed the command and marched towards the Skaven lords in a twisted way.
As they marched, the skin and flesh on the legs of the rat-man corpses were torn, exposing the red or white parts at the back. Then, those parts were also worn away, revealing the bones inside.
"The Plague Clan's gadgets are really careless and bring us trouble."
No familiar figure was seen among the corpses, Ikrit said to himself.
"Cyric is dead?"
"Who can know this? Maybe this living dead knows?"
"Didn't Quickwall say before that only the living dead can kill that thing? Try to capture him."
Before the defector could finish speaking, his flying body had already come into contact with the enemy in front of him. When the dagger touched the sword, the huge force from the sword almost overwhelmed Eshiriga.
The two-handed sword pressed towards the lower left and stabbed towards Eshiliga's throat. A piece of armor on the back of the claw barely blocked the attack.
A dagger hooked on the tail of the rebel leader immediately stabbed the living dead's crotch armor gap from below.
The dagger struck sparks on the armor, and was about to bounce off, but the traitor's tail was pushed upwards with force, and the tail slid smoothly into the gap, piercing deeply.
It's just that the dagger doesn't seem to be functioning as it should, causing the undead to disintegrate like it did before.
Realizing that he might have thought wrong and that the opponent was not an undead, Eshiliga glanced down. The dimension stone embedded at the end of the dagger had become dimmer, and even the runes and marks were no longer obvious.<
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The defector was just distracted, and the sword of the living dead was already close to his head. The distance was less than a claw, and he could not dodge even at a speed that surpassed that of an ordinary ratman.
Eshiliga just had time to avoid the main direction of the attack with his eyes, before the sword edge penetrated the magic protection of the hood, cut downwards from his right cheek, and penetrated into his jawbone.
The entire jaw and gums were completely shattered, but Eshiliga finally had time to hold the living dead's hands with his right paw and tail before damaging his brain... Eshiliga could feel his tailbone and arm bones.
They are all on the verge of collapse. The skeletons of the rat people have never been as strong as these damn hairless monsters. Therefore, their speed can outlast the hairless monster rats.
A throbbing pain appeared, and the black figure slammed into the armor of the living dead, causing a huge dent in his breastplate.
Iklit's claws grasped the handle of the knife and hit the opponent's head hard, causing the living dead to retreat, and then turned back to look at Eshiriga, who was no longer in the shape of a rat and was bleeding profusely. p>
"Eshiriga!"
Seeing the misery of the other party, Ikrit chanted Anoquayan in a panic. It took almost more than a minute before he successfully released the healing spell he had just learned, Blood of the Earth.
The wind of life condensed in the earth is too weak, and it can only barely stop the bleeding of Eshiliga.
"Go kill the stickman weirdo, I can walk back by myself."
Ikrit used his left paw that was still free to move, tore off a piece of cloth and forcibly wrapped the broken chin with the upper part. Even though the excitement caused by the rat man's rapid metabolism prevented the brain from going into shock,
The defector can still feel the darkness before his eyes.
"Got it."
Staring at the approaching living dead in front of him, Ikrit revealed his sharp fangs.
"Slave of the Stickman Monster, watch me twist your head off!"
Zestus looked at this situation from the other side and only felt it was funny.
He has tested it just now. The strength of the rat is not much different from his. With a one-handed weapon, he also wants to fight with a two-handed weapon?
He didn't think the fate of this weird rat would be any different from the funny thing that just rushed up with a dagger.
There was a stinging pain in his lower body, which made him rush forward angrily.
Based on decades of experience, he was confident that if they collided with each other, the bones of that damn rat would break first.
The opponent actually refused to dodge. He held the waist knife in his left hand and tried to block his slashing attack. His right hand was holding something at his waist.
But it doesn't matter. This time with a full blow, he is confident that he can turn this thing into two ends.
A cold object came close to the side of his head. Zestus hadn't figured out what it was yet, but before the object came close to his head, the damn rat's body would be chopped into two pieces.
The next second, Zestus heard a thunderous explosion, and then his consciousness sank into the abyss.
After blowing the smoke from the muzzle of the gun, wiping its inside and reloading it, Ikrit stepped on the broken head and said viciously.
"The dwarf stuff is still very useful at times like this. Fortunately, your stuff is not immune to mortal iron attacks."
Looking back, Eshiriga had disappeared at the end of the passage, leaving only a little blood on the ground.
Only then did the thirteen-man team who drank the potion catch up.
"Follow me all!"
Ikrit gave an order and ran towards the hotter direction.
Turning a twisted corner, the narrow entrance in the distance was covered with corpses of the Plague clan, and the green sedan was not far ahead.
Under the hood of the sedan, two green flames turned this way. Ikrit immediately felt that his heart and brain seemed to be frozen. Fortunately, with the amulet of the Gray Prophet and the runes on the armor, this time
The soul attack has no effect... The talismans around the neck are hot, indicating that their mana is being consumed.
Fortunately, the thirteen-man team at the rear has caught up.
"Children of the Horned Rat, do not be afraid! Charge!"
Roaring angrily, Ikrit retreated about fifteen meters behind the rats before starting to charge forward.
Nagash's spells have begun to bombard the thirteenth team non-stop, and sharp lightning and fireballs are attacking the clan rats at the front.
After a burst of smoke, Nagash put down his raised hand, closed his eyes and began to meditate, trying to recover the mana consumed this time.
However, the sound of dense footsteps sounded again after all the noise.
The Immortal was surprised to find that the magic that could have wiped out an entire phalanx of ratmen fell on the chest of the clanrat, causing a burst of green ripples, which only caused the clanrat in the front to explode together with the clanrat behind him.<
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Regardless of the splashing blood, flesh and fragments, the other rats behind him had already reached a position less than twenty meters away from him.
A brute green electric light penetrated those green ripples, killing all the rat monsters in front of him, but he clearly saw that there were still a few despicable things that were not dead.
Behind those despicable things, the taller black-haired rat had already rushed to a position less than ten meters away, and was about to throw something.
It's really ridiculous, a stupid guy who doesn't even know magic wants to hurt the Immortal.
Maybe that damn white-haired rat from last time is still possible.
Pulling the packages away, Ikrit threw them in the direction of Nagash with all his strength.
The Necromancer's next spell has been prepared, and green light is reflected in Ikrit's red eyes. A trace of unwillingness flashes in the eyes of the lord who holds the detonator tightly in his claws, but he still presses it in his hand. p>
If he hadn't encountered the stickman in such a narrow passage, he would have had a chance to escape, but now he could only detonate it immediately.
The intense light in front of him made Ikrit blind.
There were huge tremors and explosions mixed together. If it weren't for the protection of life magic, Ikrit's eardrum would have been broken.
Ikrit, who originally thought he was about to die, soon realized that he was not dead yet and knew that he did not feel the burning sensation.
In front of him, a huge charred corpse blocked the entire tunnel.
Looking at the barely visible rat tail and anti-joints, he remembered that that thing was the so-called strongest weapon of the Model clan, the rat troll.
I looked around with my eyes, and sure enough, the battle flag of the Model clan appeared.
"Model clan? Why do you appear here?"
"Teleportation."
A pale-skinned rat-man with sarcomas on his face appeared in Iklit's sight.
"Quickwall?"
The Gray Prophet ignored him and spoke as if talking to himself.
"He is not dead yet, he can only be killed by a person who is dead but still alive. However, I am also this kind of person."
His deformed paws touched a huge glass sphere made by the Skrei clan in his hand, which was filled with a green substance.
"Warpstone bomb?"
That's the original version of the warpstone bomb, before Eski improved it.
Ikrit immediately realized what Quickwall was going to do.
"No matter what, you are the only spellcaster in the underground fortress who can break the Stickman's spell."
"I can't live much longer. Sepsis."
"My blood should have dried up long ago. It is the power of the dimension stone and a large amount of chaos magic that barely maintains my body. Like him, I am dead but still alive."
There was an inexplicable look in Quickwall's eyes.
"His destiny has deviated. It shouldn't be today, nor should it be here, but it doesn't matter anymore."
Green smoke filled the passage, and with a flash of green light, a more violent explosion appeared in the passage.
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When things perish, how can they survive? Remind you: remember to collect after reading it