The rapid rattle came out, and the flag bearers and messengers kept giving orders, making way for as many as six rat trolls, allowing them to cross the slope of the second line of defense and attack the enemy directly.<
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Although this also caused chaos in the phalanx, the black-bone skeleton broke into the fragile and chaotic clan rat front.
These black-bone skeletons did not remain proud for long, as tall shadows flashing with green fluorescence plunged into their lines, stirring up smoke and dust that covered the entire passage.
On the battlefield where visibility was significantly reduced, bursts of roars could be heard. Commander Guniffin, who was on the high platform, could only see a few shadows moving in the smoke.
The shadow moved extremely fast, and soon a rat troll and the bone troll he caught sprinted to the edge of the wall.
He swung the sharp blade inserted into his fist so fast that only a shadow could be seen, like an enlarged and muscular version of Skaven.
With the extremely fast stabbing, the bone troll's body has been damaged, but the bone spurs on both sides have also penetrated into the rat troll's body.
Maybe it was the Rat Troll, or maybe the trainer realized that sharp weapons would not have much effect on such a giant structure.
The huge rat head bit the bone troll's arm that was still trying to resist. Using both hands and feet, it led the structure to hit the rock wall. More smoke than before immediately completely obscured the battlefield, and no one could see it anymore.
I don’t know what’s going on inside.
A more violent impact came from the smoke, and soon, the same movement came from other covered places.
But these movements only lasted for a few minutes in different locations, and then fell into silence.
Guniffin looked anxiously at the completely invisible battlefield, thinking about the time to retreat.
After the smoke and dust cleared, the two rat trolls fell sideways and on their backs respectively, but the broken bones around them still showed which side was the winner.
Within a few minutes, there was a burst of rat chirping, and hundreds of slave rats rushed up from behind, accompanied by the animal trainer who picked up the broken but still glowing black bones.
And an animal trainer who was not too fancy-dressed and whose hair was as ugly as that of the lowest slave, but who had grown two tails, came to the Gunifen podium.
The trainer pointed at the rat troll below, showed his yellow front teeth, and smiled.
"This is the latest product of the Model Clan Rat Troll series, the Bonecrusher."
As he spoke, he pointed to the broken bones below.
"As you have seen in terms of combat power, the enhanced wrist weapons and their powerful strength are enough to defeat giant structures of this level."
"At the same time, compared with the Rat Troll, the Bonecrusher has reached the ultimate level of the Rat Troll in terms of ease of taming, and is so docile that it can become the mount of any lord."
"The most important thing is that compared to Skary's weapons, the price is low. As long as eleven claws of dimensional coins and two political clauses are signed, you can get this excellent biological weapon."
The animal trainer looked at the bag behind Guniffin with a smile, his beard couldn't stop trembling, and the wrinkles on his nose were all remembered.
The green light inside the bag has leaked out. It is obvious that it is natural high-purity raw dimensional stone ore.
"Even for this kind of raw ore, we can discount it at a favorable price. You are totally worthy of owning such a powerful Bonecrusher."
"With the Bonecrusher, you no longer have to worry about the Stormvermin challenging your authority. With the Bonecrusher, you no longer have to worry about being unable to deal with giant enemies. With the Bonecrusher, your troops will be able to break through any defense line.
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The trainer became more and more energetic as he talked, getting closer to Gunifen, or rather, the bag of dimensional stones behind him.
"All this only requires eleven dimensional coins and two political treaties. What are you still hesitating about?"
Guniffin glanced at him and gave the order to the soldiers below to assemble to the dilapidated second line of defense, and then said to the animal trainer.
"Maybe in a few years, we can cooperate."
After saying that, he asked the slave rat to see the guest off.
The risks of rotating operations at the front are extremely high. Just like this time, his troops have already been damaged by almost 20%. If it increases by 10%, the entire army will collapse.
What is all this for? Isn’t it just for the dimensional stone ore that may be found at any time in the cave near the front line?
The money is used to exchange for land that can continuously generate wealth, or to extend life. Immortality potions, scrolls, amulets, rings and other things are the right way.
In exchange for biological weapons, it is possible to rob more wealth, but the risk is also high. If you die like the two rat trolls on the ground, you will lose everything.
Attacking the seven-headed bone structure, these new rat trolls called Bonebreakers lost two heads, which is obviously not as economical and effective as the combination of dimensional stone bombs and slaves.
What's more, the War Council is now distributing Warpstone bombs of the Skryre clan to the frontline troops, and the value of the Bonecrusher has further declined during this time.
If he wanted to buy it, Guniffin believed that the warlords, including himself, would wait until they could no longer allocate the warpstone bombs to Skrye.
It's just that the number of bombs in Skary is still too small. If there were ten bombs this time, the situation would be very different, and there would be no need for assistance from the Model clan.
If the output of the Skry clan can be further expanded, the battle situation on the front line can open up.
Thinking of this, Gunifen subconsciously glanced at the tunnel behind.
The factory he expected to be rebuilt by Scully was producing under nearly ten kilometers of tunnels.
Chimneys symbolizing industry have been re-erected on the slopes that were just ruins a few days ago.
In the original canteen specially provided for the Skrei Engineer Warlocks, a coquettish purple rat-headed figure was drinking a cup of Brain Frappuccino.
That was none other than the Slaanesh demon named Bisis, the former Skaven scribe, Mobrier.
Bisis whipped the slave rat again, caught the blood on his body to make a dessert, and let his long purple tongue saw a deep bone-visible cut on his body.
However, the Great Engineer Warlock can see that these holes are cut along the muscle texture of the slave rat, and Bisis only needs to saw a few more times to peel off a complete part perfectly.
The wailing of tortured slave rats produced less and less pleasure, and food such as Brain Frappuccino could no longer satisfy his appetite. He needed more moving sounds and more delicious food.
However, we can still hold on for now.
Bisis' paws caressed the exposed nerves of the slave rat, and there was another scream that did not sound like a rat, but the Corruptor of Slaanesh laughed.
According to the current rate of decline, he estimates that these entertainments can last about ten years.
While he was entertaining, the great engineering warlock Queselta, who was eating next to him, felt his blood pressure rising higher and higher.
30% of these ruins became productive again within a few days, all thanks to this so-called former scribe who belonged to Eski Ivo.
He didn't know how he pulled all the materials Eski needed. Boxes emitting pink mist were piled high on the shelves with the same materials, and the entire underground fortress could be seen.
Yesterday, this thing even brought a lot of machines that he couldn't understand.
After drinking a large bowl of black corn stuffing dully, Questelta wrinkled his nose and said to the rat-headed demon over there in a nonchalant manner.
"The former clerk was able to help him like this. How could you betray Skaven's principles and make you loyal?"
The Great Engineer Warlock of Questilta looked at the Slaanesh demon who was still drinking and having fun, and his voice became more and more measured.
"As a Skaven, but you believe in heresy, the Gray Seer can kill you based on this alone."
Bisis turned towards him, with a provocative arc at the corner of his eyes, and put an index finger on his lips that turned pink and purple.
He placed a 6-type pliers on his chest, and immediately opened his slightly undulating left chest, and a still-beating pink heart appeared in front of the great engineering warlock's eyes.
Bisis licked her pink mouth and smiled.
"Being killed is also a very comfortable thing."
"But, I want to get something from my master, so before that, I can't die, even if the horned rat comes."
After pouting, Bisis hooked his slender claws, and a whip composed of surging chaos magic struck the slave rat.
The attack that was originally ordinary in reality immediately made Questelta's eyes widen.
Under the second vision, the pink smoke inside the whip kept surging, and the energy contained in it was close to the most powerful Skaven he had ever seen, a member of the Thirteenth Council, the Chief Engineer Warlock, Moss
Kita.
Questelta's cup fell on the table with a dull sound, and he looked at Bisis' rat-headed expression in shock.
"You are not an ordinary devil? Why?! How long has it been!"
If the information he has learned in the past few days is correct, this demon was still Eski's secretary when he followed Eski from the big city to the ship a few months ago.
In just a few months, the other party has grown from being a book-copying gadget to being on the same level as the Chief Engineer Warlock?
The strength of the Chief Engineer Warlock is the result of hundreds of years of technology and economic accumulation in Skary. How can a demon that could not exist in the world be allowed to exist!?
Bisis did not answer his question, but pointed to the pink boxes in the distance and the fog that had completely filled the repair areas.
Down there, the short-lived demons are working with the corrupted rats to rebuild Skull's factory faster and faster.
"Did you see that? That gift."
When Questelta showed fear when he saw the concentration of fog, Bisis laughed even more happily, as if a nasty Skaven had scratched the surface of the big clock with his claws.
sound.
Amid a burst of laughter, Bisis suddenly stretched out a tentacle from under his abdomen, grabbed Questelta's chin, and turned his head.
"If it were used on you, you would have become just like me. However, you are not worthy of that level of gift."
As he said that, in Questelta's horrified eyes, Bisis deeply tattooed a pink mark on his shoulder, which was the mark of Slaanesh.
Just as the Great Engineer Warlock was praying to the Horned Rat with curses and prayers with unprecedented piety, Bisis let go of him.
The wound became more and more painful. Questelta looked down and saw that the mark that was still emitting pink light was gradually dimming. In the end, apart from the slightly distorted reality around him, there was no trace of chaotic energy left.
Even the distorted reality was quickly destroyed by the radiation from the surrounding warpstone.
The frightened Great Engineer Warlock stroked the brown fur on his chest and continued to pray to the Horned Rat. It seemed that the concept that the devil's creation could not exist in the world for a long time still existed.
But why?
"The master is different."
Bisis shook his head, stretched out his tongue that was several meters long and wrapped it around the scars on his body that had not disappeared, and then retracted it with a scrape, bringing a mouth full of flesh and blood. This is what he said.
"He thought that the gift on his body was blocked by the gods and horned rats over there with the pointed ears. In fact, it was not the case. Their runes were far from reaching that level."
"Even if he carries something belonging to the Lord of All Changes, it cannot stop my Lord, let alone two gods whose levels are far inferior."
"It's just that the master himself has never noticed this. Even now, he still thinks that because his body has received the gift and evolved, he can resist corrosion."
Having said this, Bisis looked more playfully at the area covered in pink mist and green smoke from the chimney in the distance.
"Under the gift of our Lord, maybe he is still proud that his will can resist the erosion of our Lord, and he can then make full use of my Lord's power."
This reminded Questelta of some drunken nonsense he heard at Alclin's celebration party after the successful launch of the Forge - at least that's what he thought at the time - it was said that this soul was influenced by the Horned Rat
attention.
However, if what the devil in front of you says is true, then maybe it’s not nonsense.
Maybe that's the reason for Alklin's behavior?
According to Questelta's understanding of Alclin, although he might adopt a white rat, he definitely shouldn't give it that kind of treatment.
Thinking of this, Questelta moved slightly closer to Bisis and asked.
"I heard some rumors from Dacheng. Is his soul so special?"
Bisis smiled and covered his face with his tentacles, forcing a submissive expression, and then said...,
"It's not that special. To the gods, it's just a rare collection."
"What's more interesting to me is how a container that has been worn down to dust can carry faith?"
Questelta struggled to break free from the restraints, picked up the ebony staff beside him, and pointed the dimensional stone tip at Bisis, and then said.
"Anyway, heretic. Thanks to these materials of yours, the reconstruction work in Skary can be so fast. Maybe I will ask the chief engineering warlock."
The great engineering warlock said with malicious intent, but he only received a reply that made the corner of his mouth twitch.
"No matter what kind of thing it is, as long as it is what you want, my current master has it."
"Join Shalish's command and you can realize your endless desires. Do you want to join? Maybe you can persuade the chief engineering warlock to join."