Due to the arrival of the greenskins, although the plan to drag Eski to the Parliament is still in progress, Nagash himself has left first, and what remains here is a living creature that can hardly feel the breath of life.<
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Eski's eyesight, which was infected by Nurgle's disease, was extremely reduced, as if covered with a layer of white mist. His eyes, which could still see clearly a hundred meters away, could no longer see clearly things only a few meters away.
But from the body shape, it can be seen that the thing in front of me is a humanoid creature, presumably the group of slaves that Nagash transformed using chaotic humans.
The slave walked closer to Esky and spoke mockingly in rat language.
"If you hadn't made the master angry, the master could have generously let you choose a way to die."
Esky was lucky to still be able to hear this taunt. Although his hearing had been weakened by the epidemic, fortunately, the rat man's hearing was already more sensitive than humans, and now it has dropped to about the same level as humans.
I looked up at the figure, but it was still completely white, and I couldn't see the movement of the ugly face.
Instead, a maggot crawled past his eyes, causing a bone-chilling pain that forced him to close his eyes, and then brought even more severe pain.
"Ah, your eyes are full of stuff like this, and you look like this. Even if you throw it into the trash, it won't cover up your stink."
The pain of Nurgle's plague forced him to pray to Nurgle in pain.
As long as his prayer is accepted by the "loving father", then he will use this pain as food and source, and live in harmony with viruses, bacteria, mold, maggots, and the like, and only pure happiness will be left from now on.
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And as long as he is unwilling to surrender to Nurgle, it means that he will continue to be tortured in this kind of pain.
Compared to the pain of the epidemic, the pain of being pierced through the bones and being dragged along is nothing.
The back was worn down to the point where almost only the bones were left, and at the same time there was more rotten flesh, as well as activated maggots, bacteria, mucus, and various tissues that Esky couldn't name, constantly repairing the wounds. p>
It took a long time, barely holding back the pain, before Eski could sink his consciousness into the magic.
The mana pool is tightly imprisoned inside by the effect of the runes locked on the dimensional stone shackles. The huge amount of chaos magic power that used to be the biggest reliance can no longer be used, and even a little bit of chaos magic power cannot be mobilized.
"Still thinking about escaping."
Seeing the green electric light dancing slightly among the rotten flesh, Nagash's slave whipped Esky's body, splattering a large ball of pus.
It seems that because he almost splashed on him, Esky was whipped a few more times.
"It's over, mouse, your fate has been sealed."
Esky opened his eyes bitterly and looked in the direction where the sound came from where he could see nothing.
He can no longer even see clearly the appearance of the magical wind, and only the last tactile sense of magic is left.
"The greenskins will crush your master's head into dregs."
The vicious curse was blurted out in the intertwined pain, but it only brought more pain.
"Hard talk has no effect here. I have plenty of time, and so do you."... The sharp object drilled into Eski's chest, which made his lungs gradually shrink into a ball, and Eski stared.
His eyes looked towards the direction of the ceiling that the center of gravity told him.
Come on and chop off the head of the damn big guy.
Although he knew that it was impossible for the current green skin to grow to that point, Esky still prayed viciously in his heart.
The torture continued for a while, and weak vibrations came from the wound on the back.
"Smell! Damn Kugas!"
The ulcerated nose could only smell the stench of those disgusting secretions, but could not smell anything. However, Eski's head still turned to the left rear where the sound came from, but he still couldn't see anything.
But with this slight vibration, Eski hoped it was a Skaven.
According to his speculation, when Nagash left, he only needed three lord-level combat forces and more than a thousand rats to save him.
"I am the first member of the War Council! The engineer warlock of the Skry clan! Rescue me quickly!"
He held back the pain and shouted tentatively.
Soon, the sound of tail tapping and sporadic rat-man cries came over, which made him more able to see hope and repeated what he just said several times.
"Really? In other words, one seat in the parliament will be vacant?"
The excited rat-men's voices came from over there, and at the same time, the dense footsteps of many rat-men could not be separated from the two sides, until in the end there were only sporadic rat cries and the sound of tails.
Esky speculated that they had probably formed a dense phalanx.
Damn it! There is a dense phalanx, and there are lords who want to be members, but they don’t save them!
"You bastard! I am the first councilman, the most senior engineering warlock on the front line! Do you know the consequences of letting me be killed by your decision!"
Esky roared angrily, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood with disgusting mucus, which was caused by a ruptured trachea.
"Who is this? Did you see anyone?"
The rat asked in a pretentious manner, probably asking the rat people around him, but no one spoke to him.
After an awkward silence for a moment, the rat changed his tone to a serious tone and spoke in a command-like tone.
"They seem to have no intention of fighting us. We must obey the orders of the General Staff and carry out the delayed operation to the end."
General Staff? It sounds like something from the Moss clan. Ikrit is also going to lose his power?
Just as Eski was considering this new information, the damn thing took on a persuasive tone again and said to Eski in an upright manner.
"You should put the interests of the descendants of the Horned Rat first. The Gray Prophets told us that if these things in you are transmitted to us, we will soon lose our combat effectiveness."
"When you are dragged away, your bones will also retreat. In this way, you have made a contribution to our tribe. Maybe you can meet the big horned rat."
Eski's eyes almost fell out because of these remarks - Nurgle's little life sensed his thoughts and even tried to help him - he quickly closed his eyes and roared.
"That's just a temporary retreat! Damn Nagash can overturn your rat's nest at any time as long as he takes care of the greenskins! They can break through Skulli today, who of you is stronger than Skulli?!"... "Yet."
Are there greenskins? It seems we will win."
The rat man's voice was so excited that he was completely immersed in the joy of victory. After a pause, his voice became more and more pitiful.
"Engineer Warlock, you can go with peace of mind. This meager loss of troops will be exchanged for the overall victory of the war. The Horned Rat will be moved by your sacrifice."
This time, even other ratmen began to bless Esky, saying nonsense like hoping that he could reach the Chaos Demon Realm where the Horned Rat belongs after death.
"You filthy maggots! Blood-sucking parasites! Without me, who can give you low-priced armor!"
Eski's curses did not receive any response, and the vague shadow in the distance did not move, and Eski was still dragged farther and farther on the ground.
The continuous pain reminded Eski that it was no longer possible to influence any Skaven, and Eski let out a long sigh.
"What a stupid and mean thing."
Eski looked at the rat in the direction of his toes resentfully, scratched his tongue with his sharp fangs, took out a little clean blood after the pus, and shouted.
"I will live. I swear on my blood that I will live. Every rat out there can't escape my pursuit! Your soul, your flesh and blood, for eternity and eternity, will not be able to escape the pain of forging.
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Following Eski's curse words, a powerful whip struck his mouth.
"Shut up! Slave!"
This completely eliminated the movement of Esky trying to raise his head to speak, and the rotten and smelly white mouse was dragged on the ground like a dead mouse.
However, Esky did not really have the consciousness of death.
Just now under that whip, he felt a little bit of the coolness of Weibo.
If the touch of magic is correct, it is the wind of life!
Without opening his mouth and keeping his tongue in contact with the little Nurgle things in his body, Eski recited Anoquayan.
Then, a strong itching, pain, and coolness came from the back.
The wound there has also been partially repaired, and it seems to be gradually returning to its pustular appearance.
Originally, because he was not wearing animal skins, leaves and other decorations, and he did not have a special staff in his hand, the wind of life relied solely on the magic affinity of the white-haired rat and the call of Esky's language.
The activity is not very high, and the efficiency of calling can only be said to be much higher than that of beginners.
Now that Nurgle's disease has come into contact with such a large area of the earth, Eski was surprised to find that the wind of life has become more active, and the absorption efficiency seems to be about three to five times that of before. p>
Nurgle's disease is also a piece of magical equipment?
If this is the case, if you get enough wind of life, you may be able to get out of trouble anytime, as long as you hide these wind of life well.
Thinking of this, Esky made up his mind to only absorb the wind of life from the point of contact with the earth and store it in the pustules on his back and internal organs.
Nagash's servant looked at the engineering warlock on the ground strangely, and continued to whip his whip a few times in displeasure, then ordered the skeleton in front of him to drag it faster... He had to get this thing into the cage as soon as possible.
Then go to reinforce the battlefield on the master's side, otherwise the elixir of life will have to wait for who knows how long.
Right at the place where he cared about, in front of the fortress behind Nagashzar, the shouts of killing could almost deafen ordinary mortals.
The greenskins joined the battlefield, completely changing the atmosphere of relative silence in the past when the ratmen and the undead fought.
"waaagh!"
The orc boys roared and crashed into the mixed team of ghouls and skeletons. They rushed to the front and fought with the pig boys to break through the fragile skeleton phalanx, causing waves of bloodshed in the human front.
The largest and greenest orc among them, the warboss of this waaagh! raised his hand and chopped off the heads of several stuffed monsters, kicking them aside like garbage.
Behind him, a crackling green electric light flashed on the head of an old orc with a crown composed of feathers and animal bones, holding a strange book and waving a wooden stick.
This is exactly the prophet of their tribe.
The prophet frantically pointed at a human who was killing an orc boy, shaking his head and saying.
"Brother Mao wants you!"
A green crack suddenly opened in the sky, and a blue claw protruded from it, grabbing the human with precision.
The human looked at the paws in the sky and immediately started crying like a snotty person whose toe had been stepped on.
A group of orc boys immediately laughed, just like they usually laughed at the little snot-nosed guys.
Only Warboss felt something was wrong. He scratched his head, drank a large sip of mushroom liquor, and chewed his favorite snot mushroom that was hanging around his waist.
"No, that's not right. Brother Mao's fist is green!"
"Brother Mao probably got some bird feathers somewhere to put on his body, just like the prophet also got some bird feathers and bones on his body."
Behind him, a green-skinned guy who didn't seem to have much brains knocked on his head and said.
Warboss ripped off his head with one punch and kicked him aside. The thing was blue and had hair on it, so it didn't look like it belonged to Brother Mao.
Rather, this waaagh! is very strange.
Why do you have to go to such a far place and fight a group of people who will be broken into pieces in a dozen, which is not waaagh!
However, these problems were quickly forgotten by him. After taking a sip of strong wine, he said "waaagh!" waaagh! The end is serious.
"Let's rush!"
A war cry with a strong smell of alcohol came out from his throat.
As an imperceptible blue-purple light flashed across the sky, the green-skinned prophet who was dancing and praying crazily towards the sky saw a big green foot in the air stepping down towards the wall of the stone fortress.<
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Brother, big feet!
Seeing Goge's spirit appear, he happily rushed forward and roared angrily, trying to summon Goge's old fist to make his fist stronger than steel.
As the green skins rushed into Nagashzar along the city wall, in the sky, a bird head was hidden behind the crack that had just been torn open by waaagh! energy, quietly watching everything.
The greenskins didn't even notice that the cracks that should have been closed after the spell was cast were still in the sky.
The bird head chuckled softly and looked at the development of the battle below. He fired a blue light into the body of the human being he had just captured and threw it into a portal.
"It's a good idea to use the green skin to tear down the barrier between reality and the Chaos Demon Realm. Wait, in this case, I have a new plan."
Birdhead said to himself.
After guiding the green-skinned gray prophet to first find what the master was going to give to Lucky Mouse, he immediately urged the green-skinned people to head south, presumably so that they could plot against the great god.
At the thought of being able to plot against the Lord of Changes, the bird-headed monster excitedly started a new plan.
While he was busy with his new plan, he didn't even notice that a cunning light flashed in the eyes of the mask at his feet.
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When things perish, how can they survive? Remind you: remember to collect after reading it