In the parliament hall of the underground fortress, the atmosphere among the members of the War Parliament was quite dull.
The last time they went out to intervene in the greenskin campaign, their performance was quite poor. It turned out that the Grand Engineer Warlock and the two Disaster Lords were quite powerless under the incarnation of the gods.
During the retreat, in order to recover the two artifacts given by the Horned Rat, the underground empire dropped the corpses of nearly six thousand elites with divine power at the entrance of the tunnel.
This was not the end yet. Under the pressure of Chaos and Nagash, the Skaven army had to seal the mountain and retreat, and used ritual magic to strengthen the defense line.
Even with the use of long-lasting ritual magic that completely turned the mountain into lead to maximize resistance to the magic of both Nagash and Chaos, they have still lost three mines in the past week.
This year has seen one disaster after another. In the past few decades, even when Nagash had the greatest advantage, it would take a month to capture a mine.
All the living old MPs present turned their attention to the white-haired rat with wings, as if all the disasters only happened after the arrival of this rat.
"So, are we going to continue with our previous plan to abandon the underground fortress?"
Faced with the question of Pollock Greenskin Slicer of the Moss clan, Esky touched the roots of his beard and said calmly.
"We still have time. We don't feel that the victory or defeat on the ground has been decided. The war between Chaos and Nagash is still going on. As it goes deeper and deeper underground, the advancement of Nagash's troops is also slowing down." "You are just delaying the final result. What's the point? How else can you win the war?"
Esky's eyes widened, and the scent glands in his abdomen spurted out liquid that wetted the robe, emitting a strong smell of rust. It was originally a red light used to enhance dark vision.
"I don't care what you think, hold your position for me, otherwise the Skryll clan will not let you go."
In the position of the chief of the council, the warlord coughed slightly, and all the rats became quiet. They all looked at Eski, and there was a burst of blood sucking in his eyes.
"Ikrit?"
"I'm afraid not, Eski."
The eyes of the rats hinted that outside the parliament, several slave rats serving the parliament brought in a machine that the rats had never seen before.
"This is the twelfth councilman, the noble Lord Mosquita, who sent it yesterday. It's a machine called a remote caller. It was sent here before you could get there."
"We all heard it. Lord Mosquita said that it is impossible for the Skryre clan to give you the resources to build the factory for the third time."
Under the condescending looks of the members of the House of Representatives, Pollock from the Moss clan took the lead.
Just listen to Esky's cold voice.
"What does this prove? Does it prove that Skryre and I can no longer supply supplies? What about Quickwall? He is the Lord of Disaster, he is the envoy of the Horned Rat, and his authority is higher than that of any council."
The congressmen looked at Eski in silence, but could not say anything and fell silent.
Of course they are aware of Quickwall's attitude, but they cannot publicly express their stance to rule out the lunatic who started this war until they successfully lobby the Disaster Lord Jordrick.
Under Eski's aggressive gaze, the silence of the rats seemed to solidify into a black curtain covering the tomb.
Iklit raised the snuff box captured from Gray Prophet Staden and was about to say something. Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside, and the person who broke in was a man covered in blood, the blood of a guard.
The weird rat man.
It was a clan rat with limbs that had become slender and slender, but full of muscles, and a strange smell of blood floated from his scent glands.
Esky's pink nose had fine wrinkles, and he turned up his pink upper lip for a cleft-lip sniff, and he quickly identified that it was Kane's scent.
In other words, this is his person.
Before the councilmen could take action, Eski stood up to protect the rat, but saw this weird rat rushing towards Eski at a speed much faster than the elite storm rats.
With a flick of the recurved paw, the muscular rat body jumped up in the air, landed accurately on one knee in front of Eski.
"Great Engineer Warlock! The sea is divided!"
The clan rat's voice was like the scream of a seabird, making Esky's ears ring.
After rubbing his temples, Eski asked.
"What sea was parted?"
"Our sea! The sea in the south! Female Pointy Ears asked me to tell you, this is her letter."
After rummaging for a while, a piece of rat skin paper was handed to Eski's hand.
The engineering warlock quickly scanned the letters line by line, staring at the letter, his expression becoming more and more serious.
His upper and lower teeth rubbed against each other, as if to polish his front teeth. He licked the white canines on both sides before speaking to the congressmen.
"A spell allows the magical wind to form a network with the earth, separating a strait that is at least dozens of kilometers wide. Only a few people in this world can do this kind of magic."
"For example, Nagash. Although I don't know what's going on, I have to go and take a look. If we are attacked from both sides, it will be over. I don't want to be attacked by two Nagash."
Without waiting for the council members to react, he summoned the green mist to teleport himself out. At this time, a loud and loud sound made his eardrums shake.
"It's not that easy for them to go underground."
The floor of the parliament was almost shaking. A huge figure soon appeared behind the newly built or newly smashed door of the parliament. That was the Lord of Disaster, Yodrick.
Eski shook his head, looking at Lord Disaster who looked no better than a week ago, and smiled jokingly.
"Hey, I don't know whether Settra of Nehekhara lifted the coffin in advance, or whether Arkhan has been strengthened. No matter what, I have to go there."
As he spoke, his eyes swept over the seat of the second council member, the representative of the Gray Prophets, and the apprentice of Quickwall, and then whispered to Yodrick.
"Lord Yodrick, it just so happens that I remember you are not the Disaster Lord of this era."
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"The great horned rat's divine power can involve the Eshin clan. Use the Gray Seer apprentices to form a spellcasting force, use the Eshin clan's methods to improve their concealment, and interfere with the spells of the two parties above as close as possible."
Having said that, before Yodrick could say anything else, thick smoke enveloped him, and with a flash of light, Eski's figure appeared in the factory rebuilt by the Skryre clan.
The pink mist here is getting thicker and thicker, giving the green light of the dimension stone a neon-like dreamy feel. There is a loud noise that can burst eardrums from inside the factory. The degree of mutation among the rat workers does not seem to be serious.
They swayed with the noise inside.
This place has been ruined. No normal rats can stay here. The place where business is discussed has been moved further away by Eski, away from the Scully factory.
But there is indeed something he needs left here. It is on the side of the factory, the teleportation array next to the remains of the undead plant.
This thing was destroyed by Nagash's undead and rebuilt by him. Its current appearance has become quite complicated, and the large amount of dimensional stones invested makes Esky reluctant to build another one outside.
Gritting his teeth, Eski inhaled a puff of pink mist, as if various forms of humans, elves, and female rats were whispering in his ears. The air seemed to be caressing his body gently, and every word was tempting him to fall into the abyss.
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The traces of Slaanesh were clearly visible at this moment, and Esky also activated the teleportation array.
After a period of teleportation-specific confusion, Esky almost immediately felt the breath of his servants, and he had arrived near the Side1 stronghold.
Eski rubbed the side of his head strangely, and the aftereffects of long-distance teleportation seemed to become shorter.
But he didn't intend to waste time pursuing the answer. After making sure that there was nothing in him that could corrupt others, a series of green smoke and flashes of light began to emerge in the passage.
Soon, Flash and Mouse Shadow arrived at Esky's long-awaited stronghold, Side1.
In just one month, there have been big changes here, especially the central parliament hall.
The decoration outside the hall seems to have an aesthetic design, rather than the typical rat-man style that just works. There is also a flashy black spire at the top.
The dens of ordinary rats are no longer dangerous bunks on beams and floors. They seem to have simple load-bearing civil structures.
Pushing open the door of the parliament hall gave Esky enough surprise.
The stone and wood building that was originally full of nouveau riche style has been built to look more like a library.
The hot almost white green light of the warpstone lamp illuminates the rectangular wooden table in the center of the hall. On top of the wooden table is a map. At a glance, it is not difficult to find that it is a map of the surrounding area, with drawings on the outside.
A map of the underground part.
The elf, who was originally lying on the main seat reading a book with an obvious bulge in his abdomen, stood up with some difficulty and looked at Eski.
They haven't seen each other for a while.
Eski frowned slightly as he looked at her. Pregnancy would also be very inconvenient for elves.
"So what happened?"
The engineering warlock tried his best to speak softly in his tone of question. Although the life created by the wind of life was not his, the wind of life came from him. Rounding it all off, he should have a better attitude towards this wizard spirit.
However, the sharp rat sound makes no difference to the ears of the elves.
"It's just what the letter said. As for the powerful mage, I saw monkeys. They will soon approach the manor under construction on the surface."
Hecate pointed to some documents piled beside the map and shrugged.
"Manor? I haven't heard of it."
Eski's tone became more serious. He approached the Watermelon Belly Witch Spirit and asked.
"Aren't the mushrooms produced in the underground farm and the fish produced in the underground port enough for human consumption? And why didn't you give me a written report?"
Hecate picked up the dagger at her waist, twirled her index finger through the ring at the bottom, and looked at Eski's red-gleaming eyes without any intention of getting up.
"We can barely feed them, and we can't process the by-products. There are also written reports, which we submit on the ship at most once a year."
"You backward pirates. I won't pursue you, at least not this time, but there is no trade partner here. Or, you are prepared to trade with humans."
Esky's eyes fell on an Oriental man who had quietly appeared next to her just now, his hands were restricted by a blood-red rune ring, and his skin was blue and wearing long-distance running clothes.
"Xia Haifeng? Do you want to trade with the Eastern Silk Country?"
Looking at the oriental man who was neatly dressed and reassembled with jewelry, Eski curled up his upper lip, exposed his long front teeth, and showed a weird smile.
Hecate shook her head, squeezed the corners of her eyes together in disgust, and said.
"The straits there are controlled by Yasur, and I'm not that stupid."
"I just plan to build a prosperous pirate port here. The technology of your clan called the Slippery Clan is very good. By consuming the lives of some slave rats, you can expand the underground port here to accommodate sea ships." p>
The engineering warlock's eyes became relatively soft, and he slightly remembered the red marks marked on the map. A burst of green smoke enveloped him, and before leaving, only his voice was left.
"I don't have the energy to take care of your old business for the time being. I'll deal with the humans on the ground first."
Looking at the smoke that had not yet dissipated, Hecate stretched her hand under the table, pulled out a little mouse-man with white fur, and rubbed her body hard, causing some of the originally soft white hair to become tangled.<
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"Stupid mouse, don't you think so? Elizabeth, you are also a stupid mouse."
The smoke in the hall cleared, and on the beach a few kilometers southeast of him, white tents were erected a hundred meters away from the principle beach.
A large number of lizardmen and humans were busy collecting wood and things washed up on the beach without any panic.
Of course.
Except for the dinosaurs that were eating green leaves and fresh meat, there were also the Lybalas sky boats in the sky. As far as the Nehekhara people were concerned, no enemy could threaten them.
However, in the camp, the skink priests and commanders were not so optimistic.
The width of the strait here is 32 kilometers. With the auxiliary spells of the skink priests, the coalition forces passed through the separated strait and arrived at this shore at around 1 p.m. during the camping time required for the past march.
There are no ports or bridges here that can be used to transport baggage.
The priests are communicating with Slan on the other side of the sea through several stone tablets that Alkadiza cannot understand, asking whether to use ships or bridges.
The Nehekhara insisted on using boats, but the Lizardmen had different opinions. The argument between the two sides had lasted for almost an hour.
Alkadiza shook off his boring thoughts and walked out of the tent. He ran into a reckless guy head-on. The young Lebaras guy almost ran into his arms.
King Khemri lowered his head and found a signalman from a sky box. He looked at the king for a long time and was speechless. After a long time, he spoke.