The fire bones coming out of the dark alley spoke a language that Amo couldn't understand, but he somehow understood what he meant. 摲
This ability to express meaning beyond language is a bit like a crazy prophet.
The ability is great, but the question is stupid.
The happiest thing in the green skin's life is to sit on the mushroom stool. If you have to find a happier thing, it is to sit on the mushroom stool and think about nothing.
This kind of joy even exceeds using a chopper to chop off the heads of other things.
If someone doesn't let him sit on the mushroom stool, it's better to chop off that person's head first.
For example, the fire bones in front of you.
"waaagh!"摲
Amo. Dazazai rushed towards Fire Bones with his own chopper.
In the vast black stone hall, the green lighting devices embedded in the surroundings and the green flames on the fire bones made his face even greener.
The green flames swirled around Nagash's body, almost cracking the black bricks under his feet.
He waited for the beast to burn itself in the flames, or to run away and be blasted into dregs by his magic.
The three-meter orc giant trampled the ground into pieces, and the feces, metal decorations, or other things on the way were all turned into pieces under the violent kinetic energy.
The speed was so fast that even under Nagash's insight, afterimages appeared, so that the greenskins behind him didn't even have time to follow up.
Two huge battle axes flashed with cold light, and they struck straight at Nagash's body. He didn't even have time to chant the incantation. 摲
The black ax collided with the flames, causing violent fluctuations.
In the next second, the green tornado dissipated as if it was blown away.
What!
Nagash looked at the split fire tornado in shock, how could it be possible!
With only that damn rat's iron pipe in front of him, there was no way he could blast through this flame barrier.
Shocked, the Necromancer raised his hand to let the flames roll over his arm, and blocked the battle ax.
Although the flames did not extinguish this time, and the magic torrent accompanied by the green flames impacted on the ax blade, the black battle ax continued to move forward under the obstacle of magic. In the collision with magic, magic vision emerged.
The green shimmer below.摲
Amo. Dazaza is extremely convinced that he can kill this flaming bone stick.
The ax passed through the torrent of magic, splitting them in two, pressing down neatly and cutting off the black bones engraved with green runes, and chopped off an arm made of bones to the ground.
With a sound of gold and iron clashing, the battle ax pierced Nagash's chest, but was stuck tightly by the broken black bones.
Just when Nagash was glad that his body was not completely severed, the strong wind brought by the other ax was already right in front of his face.
Looking at the black blade falling on his head, Nagash almost thought he was going to die from this ridiculous attack.
But this time it was different. The ax was easily blocked by the impact of the flames.
The next few attacks never broke through Nagash's defense. This green-skinned orc wearing medium armor and showing big fangs was losing his advantage. After realizing this, Nagash's eyes flashed.
As soon as the green flames lit up, the green flames immediately completely surrounded Amo's body and weapons.
Beyond the high temperature of the furnace, the warboss had to give up retrieving the battle ax stuck in Nagash's body, retreated one after another, rolled on the ground, and barely put out the fire on his body.
Nagash took the opportunity to pick up his severed arm from the surrounding rubble and reattached it to his body.
The necromancer frowned, put his hand into the small bag at his waist, and slowly took out a small piece of burning stone. The green luminous stone gradually disappeared, and the power of black magic filled the broken bones again, making
They can barely get together.
But, why?
The first ax was so powerful, but the second ax did not exceed his expectations.
He lowered his head and looked at the battle ax stuck in front of his chest. The flames of the burning stone quickly melted it into a pool of molten iron, but Nagash still didn't see anything strange in it. 摲
In his opinion, there is no difference between this ax and the beast's other ax, whether it is material or other things.
Is it that green aura?
Nagash thought of the flash of light just now, but what was it? It was not a magical wind, but it could be observed under magical vision.
He realized that this creature might be of great help to his magic research.
An order immediately spread throughout the souls of all Nagash's slaves who had taken the elixir of life.
"In the name of Nagash the Immortal, seize these filthy beasts."
Just after returning to reality from the bubble-like picture, the beast with big fangs stood up with traces of charred blackness. 摲
The beast pointed in his direction and howled, and the other beasts swarmed forward, raising fists, clubs and machetes to hit his skeletal head.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the beasts had become a bit bigger.
As the tornado of flames spread out, he seemed to be able to smell the aroma of roasted mushrooms that appeared before.
"You will all surrender to..."
Before Nagash could finish speaking, a mallet hit him firmly on the head.
Turning his head, the tall orc looked at the club in his hand and Nagash's head in confusion, pulled down Nagash's hood with his hand, and then hit the smooth black head with all his strength.
On the skull.
This time, the wooden club broke into pieces. 摲
"Enough! Beast!"
Taking out more dimensional stones, a ball of electric light surged out of Nagash's eyes, hitting the chest of the beast. In an instant, it penetrated his chest and brought with it the power of the big orc.
The body flew out.
With one punch, the head of an green-skin who was attacking from the front was blown open. Nagash picked up a black rune-scythe sword that might be a skeleton or something left on the ground and slashed it on the green-skin's neck. Blood spurted out instantly.
Out.
Purple-black sticky mana flowed out from the wound, and soon, the green-skinned corpse turned into a mummy.
Feeling the passage of the other person's life, Nagash took a deep breath almost as if to vent, even though he no longer had lungs and nose... For the undead, pain is synonymous with happiness, but killing
These beasts still make Nagash feel a sense of pleasure.
Seeing the big guys falling one by one, and the boys starting to be slaughtered, Amo started to think. 摲
He thought that he couldn't kill the fire bone this time, and there was no point in continuing to sacrifice. He should retreat first, wait until he became stronger, and then dismantle the fire bone.
It just so happens that Fire Bones' sight is now blocked by those big guys.
"Come on, let's get a good enough chopper, and then chop up this fire bone."
Barely waiting for his subordinates to react, he left the Blackstone Hall at the same extraordinary speed and ran towards the outside of the city.
By the time the greenskins inside the hall reacted, the warboss had already run down the black stone steps.
Due to his excessive strength, most of those steps have been destroyed under his trampling.
First, the goblins began to run away. Several goblins poured out the black stones from the small wooden cart that was carrying the stone, and placed it on the broken steps. The goblins quickly left in the carts as if they were on a slide.
Beside Fire Bones.摲
The flames in Nagash's eyes moved slightly as he saw all this.
Just rely on that kind of thing to slide, even on the intact stairs, you will fall to your head in a second.
But these green-skinned monsters did it.
Is this also because of that green light?
While he was thinking, he didn't even notice the weakest creature, the snot-nosed ones, who had turned back to look at him.
Sinister and silly smiles appeared on the faces of these short creatures.
A few mushrooms were thrown in the direction of Nagash. These things slowly drifted away. Although Nagash had noticed it, he didn't care. 摲
Just as he was about to use flames to burn the snot-nosed men who were about to use the wooden slide on the slide, a violent explosion suddenly swept through the room.
A second before the explosion, the Necromancer noticed the mushrooms that were not originally there.
The green flames were violently transformed into brown, and the unknown odor mixed with the alien flames transmitted the high temperature to Nagash's body.
Although this did not cause much damage to the strengthened black bones, it did make the necromancer feel humiliated.
The glow of the burning stone, or in other words, the dimensional stone flashed in his hands. In just a few seconds, Nagash reached the rooftop higher above the hall.
The green wave below that is trying to retreat from the fortress has fallen into chaos.
Even if it is obscured by the green-black smoke in the forging area, the green-skinned chaotic front below is quite obvious. 摲
Raising his hand, the green flames spread out, illuminating the originally dark fortress with green light.
Under the control of Nagash, the green fireball continued to smash downwards, turning into a death zone ranging from ten meters to ten meters where it hit.
The dirty green is constantly being replaced by pure green fire.
Soon, Nagash found his target among the ugly beasts.
The big-tusked beast that hurt him.
Green flames cut through the night sky. I don't know why, but the beast was keenly aware of the attack on him. The fireball just hit Amo's side and did not kill him... But in Amo's case...
By your side, a fatal threat has arrived.摲
"You are a weakling! Only then can I be the boss!"
The big guy's size is already about the same size as Amo's body, maybe he has grown in previous battles.
"Boy, I'm going to chop off your head!"
"My name is Spook!"
The orc opened his mouth and revealed his huge fangs, and he was about to bite Amo's face off.
In such a narrow place, neither the battle ax in Amo's hand nor the club in Spook's hand is very useful, at least for the greenskins.
The two greenskins fought each other with pure fists, from the building below to the steps of the city wall, and finally even pinched each other directly on the wall of the fortress. 摲
Seeing such a scene, Nagash sat down and enjoyed the stupid fight between the beasts.
Although this kind of beast has special characteristics and can even hurt him, it is just a beast.
The battle lasted for dozens of minutes, and the green flames in the sky had completely dissipated.
Spook's face was covered with scars, and the blood dyed the green skin red. There was a spear tip that Amo got from the city wall stuck in his belly, and the blood here had solidified into black.
His physical strength is constantly draining. Although his mind cannot think of many things clearly, Spook clearly knows that if he cannot defeat the warboss in front of him in the next few minutes, he will be the one to die.
How can a mere weakling trying to escape on the battlefield be the boss? I should be the boss!
Thinking of this, Spook got angry, grabbed the shield on the ground, and threw it in the direction of Amo. 摲
While the opponent was still dodging, Spook, who was lying low, had already jumped in front of Amo.
Thick green arms hugged the orc boss and led him back, where the wall stacks were.
He wants to throw the former boss to the bottom of the cliff.
The same force that could crack the ground could not be resisted by Amo. When he realized it, his body was almost hanging in the air, and under him was a steep cliff.
Amo regretted that he shouldn't have picked up the shield just now, and grabbed the culprit who wanted to push him off the cliff.
With just a kick and a pull in the air, the green skin followed him and fell towards the cliff.
"It's really the best comedy."摲
The flames in Nagash's eyes were fluttering, and the two beasts killed themselves. It was really the most interesting ending.
Next, there are those damn mice.
However, his body is still on the verge of collapse. Since he can break into the so-called fortress this time, he can also do it next time.
With the recovery of three major mines, the supply of burning stone can be guaranteed.
A few hours later, in the forging area of Nagashzar.
The black stone building is filled with pink boxes.
This is what was found in the weird box found next to the mouse's factory - no one knows black magic creatures better than him. Just by silently reciting the incantation, the black plant spit out the pink box and pink energy inside.
.摲
The breath of chaos has no effect on dead people like him, especially on slaves whose souls are restrained.
The contents of these boxes brought him a complete surprise.
All kinds of rare metal ingots are piled in these boxes as if they are not precious at all.
By comparing the marks, it is not difficult to find that these things originally belonged to the white mouse.
"Mouse, after you die, you don't have to be the lowest slave."
Nagash came to the suspended iron cage where Esky was imprisoned and announced in a cheerful mood that after discovering the breath of life in the disease, he banned the rat from contact with the earth.
Looking at the piece of rotten flesh in front of him that seemed to have no expression, the Necromancer seemingly casually took out a piece of white metal. 摲
"What is this metal?"
Finally, the mouse became excited.
"Grimnir?! Damn it, they actually left this part out?!"
"No, no, I saw them being loaded into the car with my own eyes, and there was no..."
Not so much. Looking at Nagash, Esky stopped talking.
This kind of sudden extra thing is probably problematic. It would be better if it can trick Nagash.
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When things perish, how can they survive? Remind you: remember to collect after reading it