Chapter 197 Postscript to the Underground Fortress
The heavily armored rats supported the limping black-robed rat man as he strode forward in the dark corridor. Punishment
The wounds on his body protested the range of his movements, making Ikrit almost want to stop, but under the shadow of Nagash, the haze of death lingered.
The worst-case scenario of fainting under severe pain finally did not occur.
Tens of minutes later, a green light appeared, informing him that he had arrived at his destination.
In front of his eyes, densely packed clan rats swarmed up, and countless pink noses twitched nervously under the dim green light.
The green electric light that was supposed to illuminate the entrance to the fortress was completely extinguished.
Ikrit originally wanted to kill a few reckless things to establish his power, but unexpectedly, a familiar voice came from behind the crenellations of the fortress.
"Lord Iklit?? The defector? Are you still alive?!" Zhu
It was a sturdy black rat, a bit bigger than Ikrit.
The green energy field on the rune sword and the dimension stone as big as an egg illuminated the space around him slightly brighter.
Wait until he drags his slow steps down and arrives in front of Ikrit and Eshiliga.
They finally used the poor eyesight of the rat people to realize that the Storm Rat in front of them was the gray lord, the lord of the Storm Overflow Clan, Versky, who had been seriously injured by Nagash before.
"Wilsky? Is your injury healed?"
"Almost."
Wilsky pretended to wave his arm easily, but Ikrit could still feel the disharmony in his movements. 诛
Seeing Ikrit's expression, the gray-clothed lord restrained his laughter. He pointed at the completely damaged city wall and gate behind him and said.
"The Pyroman has invaded the fortress, and we thought your attacking force was doomed."
"All the troops of the Overflow clan and the reserves of the Moss clan are here, but if the Pyro really comes back later, I still doubt whether we can stop the Pyro."
Eshiliga coughed, which was the closest sound he could make to mocking.
"Of course you can't stop him, and you don't know magic. Your Storm Walker Army is a joke in front of him."
The defector taunted softly.
Even the body that has been strengthened by talismans, dimension stones, or other equipment has its limits compared to magic.
Even though the gray lords may have been strengthened by the Horned Rat, Eshiliga still thinks so, otherwise there would be no need for the Prophet Council to block magic until now.
Eshiliga hooked his hand towards the dark place beside the city gate, and soon a rat in black robe came down.
"Commander, go to the Skry clan and call all the engineering warlocks to the council hall."
Wilsky immediately grabbed the black-robed rat and shook his head.
"Ikrit. Butterbick."
The gray lord called Ikrit's full name in a deep voice.
Seeing the other party's expression, Ikrit's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that, now that there is no longer the Plague Clan, the gray-clothed lord does not need Rickeke to balance the other party and is going to kill the rat?
Asili was seriously injured, and now that he was no longer capable of fighting, it was impossible to defeat Werski, who was already stronger than them... "What?"
The old warlord asked pretending to be calm.
"The Pyromen invaded the city, the Skryre station was breached, the Eski Engineer Warlock was kidnapped, the other Engineer Warlocks... all died in the battle, and only three Engineer Warlock Apprentices survived."
"Among the three apprentices, only one was not injured when he went to the Parliament to ring the bell. The Model clan is cooperating with the Gray Prophet to save Skull's legacy."
Wilsky gritted his teeth and said with fear.
Eshiliga is actually right. If so many engineering warlocks are destined to die, even if he is a member of the Council of Thirteen, he will not be much better, unless he is the two major clans.
"Rescue?"
Ikrit immediately understood what was going on. Damn Model wanted to embezzle it.
But if we don’t count the culture of literacy, everyone including Versky is illiterate, so we really can’t make use of Scully’s legacy.
"You take the traitor back with you."
He told the black-robed messenger on the side that no matter what, he had to watch those cunning businessmen.
"I no longer have a reserve team, but I am equivalent to a reserve team."
Iklit said to Versky. "Execute"
"Don't worry, my Storm Rats have already visited the scene, enough to take care of those things with the war beasts."
The gray-clothed lord showed a slightly kind smile, stepped back, and led the commander-in-chief of the army towards the city.
"Where's Quickwall? I can't find him anywhere."
Wilski looked at Ikrit with expectant eyes, hoping that the other party would deny that the Gray Prophet went to the battlefield.
This old gray prophet is already the strongest spellcaster they can get. If he is also damaged, it is unknown whether the war can continue.
Ikrit approached Wersky and whispered.
"Gray Prophet Quickwall died gloriously in battle, blowing up the entire passage, but he couldn't stop the stickman." Kill
"Is he dead?"
It’s not so much that I can’t believe it as it is that I can’t accept it.
Ikrit immediately added.
"We have to hide this news, no matter what. You know, in the past twenty years, this war has been able to continue because the Prophet's Council has taken the lead here."
He still remembered that when he came to power decades ago, he spent a lot of money to invite a speaker from Skaven Mordor to deliver an expedition anniversary speech at the Council of Thirteen, and cooperated with Werski to stabilize the Council of Thirteen.
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If the Prophets Council, which occupies several seats in the Thirteen-person Council, knew that all the Gray Prophets on the front line were almost dead, and that leadership and post-war profit distribution probably had nothing to do with them, they would definitely withdraw their troops from the front line.
This time, the casualty figures reported are different from those reported in usual times. Those numbers of hundreds of thousands, millions, and tens of millions are just bargaining chips used to beg for new support and equipment. Zhu
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Gray Seers and Engineer Warlocks are not that kind of thing.
Ikrit had heard that the last time a bunch of engineering warlocks died in Skry, the Prophet's Council gave up a lot of benefits, allowing the Skry clan to send out several groups of engineering warlocks again.
Wilsky impatiently pulled Ikrit and walked in the direction where there were not many rats. After making sure that there were no rats around who could hear him, he said... "It's impossible to hide it. Quickwall has to stay away from him every three months."
Other Gray Seers in Skaven Mordor wrote letters to share their experiences in magic and astronomy."
"Even if we could imitate his handwriting, the nonsense he wrote would be discovered immediately."
"Magic experience? Can't you let those engineering warlock apprentices write it for you?"
Ikrit asked in confusion.Zhu
He also has experience in magic. He also has a lot of experience in the life magic of cultivating grapes and restoring injuries.
Those apprentices should also have some magic experience and be able to cope with it twice.
"That is a real exchange, using precious rat skin paper and precious long-distance transportation capacity to transport the academic results to Skaven Mordor thousands of kilometers away. Do you think it is a report on my errands in the parliament?"<
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Wilsky laughed and said, this is different from the rat-skin paper scribbling on by the copycats.
The little experience gained by an engineering sorcerer apprentice might be revealed to a genuine Gray Seer. They might not even know why the Gray Seer draws some strange lines.
As he spoke, a piece of rat skin paper filled with runes was handed to Ikrit.
Hiss—I don’t understand what these ghostly drawings are at all. Execute
"Looking at it this way, it's really not possible. If Eski was there, he might be able to imitate it."
"But he was captured and probably wouldn't survive. Hell, those cheap armors are gone too. If only Vitrick hadn't returned to this hellish place and stayed in his mine with peace of mind..."
Speaking of this, Ikrit suddenly thought of something.
"Eski has a slave with pointed ears. In the south, the magic of pointed ears is always good. Maybe she can imitate it."
The female has messy white hair, and her face is smeared with something red, either paint or blood. She looks as crazy as Quickwall, so she must be pretty good at magic.
Almost as soon as Wilski had carried out the concealed plan, it took another ten minutes before the two Storm Rat Lords arrived in front of the dilapidated Scully station.
There are broken stones and various twisted metals everywhere.
Ikrit remembered that this place was supposed to be a factory, but the Prophet was turned into ruins, and not even the building frame was preserved.
After he walked through several streets, a large steel block that was slightly familiar to him was also distorted. In addition to the drastic change in shape, it was covered with charred green traces and black and blue marks.
He had seen this thing when he came here last time. Eski said that this 1.5-ton forging hammer is the key to making armor cheaply.
This time, maybe some engineering warlock had a sudden idea and wanted to launch this thing in some way.
It did hit the target, and the mark on it can prove this. This unknown engineering warlock may have thought of his optimal solution at the time, but he failed to kill the Burning Man thing.
This dimmed Ikrit's confidence. If a warhammer of this weight flew over and hit him or Werski, they would be killed on the spot.
However, Pyro was able to continue to kill the entire Skryre clan, and also captured Eski, who was perhaps the most powerful fighter... This war has no end in sight.
Walk along the avenue in Skulline and reach the highest point where you can see the gate. There is a intact building here.
The meat and wine on a long table that did not collapse were not corrupt, but were stained with disgusting black and blue marks, indicating that this place was originally a place where senior members of the Skry clan ate.
This is an open stone room that has not been demolished. There are weapons piled all over the floor, and the slaves of the Model clan are still bringing new weapons over.
Among this pile of things, the animal trainer of the Model clan was writing and drawing in a notebook with great joy.
"There are 371 lightning whips. This thing should be very useful against infantry."
The trainer considered what kind of sea of blood could be caused among the infantry by disguising these things on the body of the rat troll, and turned his head to look at other weapons. Punishment
"Lightning spears, 619 pieces, lightning swords, 252 pieces, these things are useless."
The rat trolls don't have enough brains to use this kind of weapon that requires skill, and it's not easy to use other biological weapons. They have tried it before, and it is not a good choice to mount a spear on a giant rat to charge.
These low-IQ beasts will lose their weapons before the battlefield if their weapons are fixed too loosely, and if they are too tight, their weapons may get stuck in complex terrain.
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw two Storm Rats approaching a corner out of the corner of his eye, and immediately stopped them.
"That part of the inheritance has brought the plague and needs professional clan treatment."
The gray cloak came into view, and the animal trainer's tone immediately changed and became gentler.
"The opinion of the Model clan is that these plague-containing weapons can no longer be used by ordinary clans, so it is better to add them to their biological weapons." Zhu
Wilsky understood immediately, pulled away Iklit who wanted to ask the two Ratlins on the ground, and said in a low voice.
"Let them do it. They can do whatever they want. We have to strengthen our maximum combat power, otherwise we will all die when Pyro comes."
Fortunately, Ikrit didn't intend to entangle him. When he saw that the other party was just ordering weapons, he immediately led Werski towards the factory belonging to Eski near the water.
Things here, surprisingly, were not damaged much.
In front of an iron box with a green mark, a rat with gray fur and big horns, who looks quite plain among the Gray Prophets. If you look closely, you can see the Gray Prophet's apprentice logo lying in front of the two rats.
"What is this?"
Ikrit asked, approaching the box as he spoke. The handwriting on the runes was obviously Eski's style. 诛
"Magic is forbidden, only with permission...it-it opens."
The Gray Prophet's apprentice was about to say something when he saw that the restriction that had troubled him for a long time was extinguished the moment Iklit approached. The iron box opened automatically, and a series of large pieces of rat-skin paper appeared inside.
"Eski's drawings and instructions."
Vitrik also leaned over. As a gray lord, he often had experience in dealing with Skary, and could barely understand some of Skry's things... "The dwarf's Grimnir was mixed with the Dimensional Stone.
The alloy was developed by the Skryre clan and added with the Rune of Destruction, coupled with the joint enchantment of the Council of Prophets."
The Gray Prophet recited silently, and then said in shock.
"Has he already designed a weapon that can kill Pyro?" Zhu
The gray-clothed lord's expression was not so optimistic.
"If it were that easy, he wouldn't have been captured."
"The instructions say that this is a draft, and only Dacheng can complete it."
"It is also said that if the Stickman Monster gets enough magic power, only the Horned Rat himself can defeat him."
"It is basically impossible for the Prophet Council to collectively enchant. It would be great if there was a way for the Horned Rat to descend to the realm in person."
Ikrit also took the manual and added, looking at the gray-haired rat man with long curved horns.
"Grey Prophet, what do you think?" Zhu
"I'm just an apprentice."
Seeing the two lords retracting their gaze, the prophet apprentice gritted his teeth and said a noun.
"Grace."
This time, the two lords were finally interested.
"If the Horned Rat goes down to the world in person, he must have enough connections with the world. The function of this spell is to sacrifice a Skaven with a high enough status, and then the Horned Rat's divine power will temporarily go down to the world."
After the prophet's apprentice finished speaking, he felt anxious and gestured in the air.
"If we can sacrifice large-scale sacrifices to highland Skaven, and prepare enough dimension stones and mana pools, the projection of the Great Horned Rat's body can be pulled to the lower realm by us." Zhu
Ikrit frowned. The meaning of this spell was unclear, and once he heard it, it would cause big problems internally.
"High and low level Skaven, for example?"
Green eyes and red eyes looked at each other, and the gray-haired rat spoke word by word.
"All 169 Gray Prophets."
Ikrit stared at the rat eyes and looked at the Gray Prophet's apprentice carefully. Although the Gray Prophet's rule is that the master must die and the apprentice succeeds, and the number of staff is fixed and will not increase or decrease, but...
"Let's-let's talk about the collective enchantment of the Prophet's Council." Reading 溂
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