Before Eski could see clearly where the corrosive energy in the distance came from, he suddenly felt the world spinning and a harsh buzzing sound in his ears, as if he couldn't hear anything.
The image in front of him kept shaking, making it difficult for him to see the reality. Green energy filled the magic field, making it impossible for him to see magic.
In the chaos and confusion, Eski didn't even know where he was or what he was going to do.
I don’t know how long it took before the scene in front of me came into focus again.
A large amount of black gravel was scattered around, as if there had been a stone rain. All the clan rats around him were either prone or lying on the ground. Eski lifted the helmet of a clan rat and patted him hard.
Face.
The corners of the other party's mouth dripping with blood and the limp head that seemed to have no bones all told Ace one thing, this clan rat was already dead.
He raised his claws to tear off the obstructing breastplate and opened the abdominal cavity of the clan rat.
A large amount of blood stayed in his ruptured lungs, like bubbles, and the rest of the internal organs were damaged to varying degrees such as fractures and ruptures. It was difficult to determine which organ was damaged as the cause of his death.
There are no traces of magic. Obviously, this is damage caused by the shock wave.
Shockwave?!
Eski looked at the nearly a hundred dead rat corpses around him, and his paws trembled.
Looking at the huge energy at the top of the pyramid-shaped building in the distance that seemed to have lost most of it, he quickly climbed over the black stone buildings that had not collapsed with four claws, and observed the surroundings from the highest point of the rubble pile on the top.
The surrounding buildings have been completely sunken, especially the city wall on the north, which has turned into a pile of rubble with some water inside.
All these depressions combine to form a huge incomplete footprint.
"Go brother big feet."
Eski murmured, and before he could think about why Nagash failed to stop Brother Go, a large amount of green was imprinted in his eyes.
The goblins with cruel smiles and crooked lips were pouring into the city through the huge gap with their spears, easily turning the black-bone skeletons that tried to stop them into a pile of broken bones.
Eski slapped himself hard. He had thought about supporting the greenskins before, but in the end, these things actually opened Nagashzar's defense Waaagh! on their own.
The dull sound of cracking stones came from behind. It was the two Disaster Lords who were trying their best to make the slightly blocked entrance passable again.
As soon as they stood up straight from the ruins in disgrace, they saw the Skaven corpses around them and the large pit in the distance from a five-meter-high perspective. Their doubtful eyes immediately turned to the only living thing nearby except them.
Eski.
"What's going on?!"
The white-haired rat turned over and carved runes on the ground with its paws, saying.
"The green-skinned spell, Brother Bigfoot, has similar principles to our Dimensional Wind Howl."
Yodrick's long front teeth collided with the lower teeth and shuddered. Dimensional Wind Howl is a spell that directly draws the power of gods to reality. Even they cannot release it on such a large scale.
Could it be that the green-skinned gods are about to come to this world?
"Don't think so much, let's build the magic circle first and connect our energy."
Yodrick looked back and forth between the blue-black energy vortex in the distance and Eski, and finally shook his head.
He understood what Eski meant. The engineering warlock's spellcasting level was too weak, but his energy was sufficient. In order not to be driven away, the Disaster Lord could not spend too much energy.
But he didn't think that the combined power of the two could compete with the gods.
"Your remaining chaos energy is now less than one ten thousandth of what was there, and that energy consumed at least two hundred kilograms of dimension stones."
"So you can estimate the energy value over there. You should have told me earlier."
Esky licked his fangs and said, his magic vision could only see that the energy there was huge and dense, but he could not see the specific amount.
However, even if the gap is so huge, he still has no intention of retreating.
"With such a huge amount of energy, it is absolutely impossible for him to consume too much to become a god. It is also stupid to leave our destiny to others to decide."
As Eski spoke, green energy surged on the surface of his body, and in the reality that mortals could see, a bright green magical aura flashed out.
"The energy in my body is currently about 3300CN, which is approximately equivalent to the total maximum energy peak of nearly two hundred dimensional coins."
The pink paw was raised, and a lead box was delivered from the sapphire arch. Eski leaned over to open it, and the rich aroma and dazzling green light immediately appeared in front of the eyes of the two rats, one large and one small.
"There are more than 10,000 dimensional coins here, which can be used at will."
"This is enough for you to buy back the trust of Skaven Mortal, and you can directly go back to Skaven Mortal to develop."
Quickwall seemed to be reminding, but also seemed to be questioning.
The total military expenses of the entire underground fortress for a year amounted to less than 100,000 dimensional coins. When he first participated in the politics of the entire underground empire, the total financial expenses approved for a year amounted to less than 1 million dimensional coins.
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"It's just the price of a thousand good slaves, I don't care."
"If you really don't care, your lips will not be bitten. A thousand elite Storm Rat slaves are enough for you to rule ten dungeons."
Quickwall taunted, looking at the vortex-shaped energy that had formed in the distance, as well as the green energy that was also vortex-shaped on top, and might confront him, and said sternly.
"It seems that we arrived just in time. If the stickman monsters continue to accumulate dimension stones and energy, we will really be unable to compete."
Esky and Yodrick nodded, lowered their heads, picked up the warpstone coins, and began to prepare spells.
Theoretically speaking, if the energy of these coins can be fully squeezed out, it will be enough to fight against the energy over there, but that is only theoretically.
The energy of the warpstone is never always at its peak. It would be a good achievement for an ordinary spell caster to be able to make the energy of the warpstone explode at a peak.
Better spellcasters who have carefully processed the warpstone can stably ensure that at most 50% of the energy is utilized.
As for consuming 100% of the dimension stones, it is estimated that only gods can do it.
Some Skaven people are more like thieves and rely on their own chaos resistance to bite it into pieces and swallow it. In this way, even if the energy escapes, most of it escapes into their own bodies.
This method is a shortcut for those clans that are not allowed to learn magic at all. The energy of the dimension stone makes it possible for them to strengthen their bodies.
Although a large number of Skaven, especially the poor rats who do not have the ability to process the warpstone, which is harder than diamond, into powder, will be burned to death by the energy of the warpstone in the process, and even turn into
A pile of ashes burning with green fire.
Of course, there are always those who succeed, such as those lords who are stronger than ordinary storm rats, such as those freaks with three arms and four legs from the Model clan.
Eski curled his lips and looked at the corpses on the ground, as well as the rats who crept slowly out of the passage and lined up cautiously, feeling speechless in his heart.
This kind of enhancement obviously failed to help the Storm Rats over there survive the shock wave of Gorge's Big Foot. It is not very useful. The most useful thing is to put the dimension stone into magic and industrial production.
After Eski had finished drawing hundreds of runes to connect their energies, Yodrick silently took out a sparkling, bright green magic gem from his chest.
Eski didn't know what it was, but the lack of fragrance and fluctuating energy meant that it was not a dimensional stone. There were faintly flashing words in it that looked like the Oracle of the Horned Rat.
The Disaster Lord didn't pay attention to his prying eyes, closed his eyes, and concentrated on reciting an obscure spell that was difficult to recite even if he was proficient in rat language.
Eski finished drawing the last few runes, stood in the rune circle prepared for himself, and began to charge the two disaster lords, while looking at the pyramid of Nagash in the distance.
In a short time, the green-skinned wave had poured into the center where Nagash's green and black energy gathered.
The leader is still a goblin, and there is not even an orc boy behind him to supervise the battle. This high morale is quite abnormal, but it may be due to the influence of the previous Gorge Bigfoot.
Through the observer, Eski could clearly see that these goblins seemed to have no fear of the huge energy that mortals could not see, and rushed in with a mean smile.
From time to time, a goblin would be lifted up by their companions, put on a large slingshot and pulled far away, and then quickly fly out, turning into a cannonball and hitting Nagash's pyramid faster.
Goblin bodies were slapped on it, smashing into festering corpses one after another. However, under the continuous impact, the pyramid actually had a tendency to shake.
After sighing again at the omnipotence of Waaagh!, Esky felt a little doubtful in his heart.
The greenskins entered so smoothly, but they didn't see any more skeleton reinforcements at all. Just now, Brother Gang's Bigfoot has wiped out Nagash's inventory group?
However, such doubts did not last long.
Neat footsteps sounded from the nearby streets. When the owner of the footsteps appeared, the question was answered.
The undead and barbarians directly gave up protecting their masters and turned to attack the Skaven who were preparing the ceremony.
Nagash is going to clear the field directly by himself, and he also has to guard against Skaven at the same time.
"Stop them!"
Quickwall ordered, and his voice seemed to have magic power, driving the rats who were still watching to run from the shelter of the tunnel to the front of the three casters.
However, Eski saw very clearly that among these rats, there were only a few commanders who could barely be regarded as lord-level combatants.
There are obviously several champion warriors among those chaotic humans, and there are also a large number of rune black bones in the skeleton team. These Skaven can only barely defend and must get reinforcements as soon as possible.
"Commander, go to the back and ask for another brigade of reinforcements."
"Tell those damn sucklings that the Disaster Lord is the envoy of the Horned Rat. If they don't come, there's no way they can stay in the Underground Empire."
After saying that, without looking at the back of the messenger who scurried back in panic, Esky raised his paws and placed several piles of secretaries that were almost half his height in front of the Disaster Lord.
"What is this?"
Quickwall asked in surprise and some anger.
It's like this again, and Eski's body once again shows the heretical characteristics of being disloyal to the Horned Rat.
"The nine books Tzeentch gave me, I think you are not so easily deceived and can be used directly to deal with Nagash."
As if Eski didn't hear Quickwall's question, he opened the catalog of the book, found the article about gods, and delivered it to the Disaster Lord.
The assistance of books is quite effective for spellcasting. Usually low-level spellcasters will carry a magic scroll and take it out to check at any time. With a staff that enhances magic affinity, they can release spells that they have not yet mastered. Advanced spellcasters can also cast spells based on the same principle.
"As the envoy of the Horned Rat, you will not be transformed by other gods into their demons, right?"
Eski looked at Quickwall and gave a mocking smile, his pink lips retracting under the white fur.
"Won't you become a heretic after reading this?"
The Disaster Lord ignored his taunt and just opened the blasphemous scroll.
Beside Eski, during the fierce battle between the undead and the Skaven, there were loud shouts, the collision of weapons and armor, and a lot of noise that Eski could hardly distinguish.
Quickwall and Yodrick started constructing a new magic ritual with reference to the book that was just the size of his hand.
Neither the Skaven, the Chaos Humans nor the Skeletons noticed that there was an almost invisible crack above their heads.
Inside, a bird-headed demon was looking at a chessboard proudly and flapping his wings.
He successfully completed another plan. First, he pretended to be a green idiot with nothing in his head and only knew violence, to talk to his admirers who were as stupid as him.
Through a series of hints, their fantasy ability was enhanced, and after they became stronger, a big fool and a group of little fools really connected.
Finally, the power of the big fool and the little fool was used by the great Catus.
As expected, the power of Brother Gao that he had unleashed just now formed a vortex here and became his power.
It is necessary to use the remaining magical energy of Goge to construct a chaotic vortex ritual, which will soon open a large wound between reality and the chaotic demonic realm.
Rather, a series of subtle wounds have appeared. As long as we work harder, Nagashzar can become the point where chaos descends.
The stupid and arrogant dead heads are now trying to repair reality, but dear stupid greenskins and stupid mice can destroy it all, leaving the stupid mortals to lament that all their efforts have turned into useless ruins.
What a wonderful drama.
Thinking of this, the bird-headed demon moved his head briskly, and even moved the chess piece next to him one step forward.
"It's already so interesting, let's make it more interesting."
A few minutes later, the green-skinned Warboss received the report from his subordinates.
"The kid behind the butt was beaten by a bunch of strange shrimps, and there was a big guy among the shrimps."
Amo was furious at the moment, as someone actually dared to disturb him when he was about to use his newly acquired big chop to chop off fire bones and do some good things with green skin and green skin.
Warboss's facial features were twisted together, and he kicked the kid who reported the news in the butt.
"Paint the boys behind us red, and then go behind and beat those shrimps."