The battle between the greenskins and Nagash is reaching its climax. Three kilometers west of the Nagashzar Fortress, across the bare rocky hills, dead trees and black soil covered with broken weapons and equipment left by the greenskins and ratmen.
After.
The rat artillery positions that were originally filled with sandbags have almost disappeared, leaving only a few intact gun barrels lying on the collapsed gun mounts. Most of the other artillery pieces are missing, except for two.
The muzzle of the artillery was inserted deeply into the ground.
Next to this twisted barrel, there was a gunner who had not yet entered the tunnel. He covered his left eye that was blinded by the debris and looked at Nagashzar in the distance with hatred.<
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He still remembers what happened just now.
The thunder hit the gunpowder barrel and immediately caused an explosion. The tornadoes that were swept up into the sky and scattered the gunpowder dust and dimensional stone dust in the air were ignited by the explosion flames, causing an even more violent explosion.
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If the Great Engineer Warlock hadn't immediately opened the green shield around him, they would probably have only been able to survive a few rats.
Before leaving, the clan rat carved his name, Norborn, on the remains of the gun mount with his paws, put it into his arms, and took one last look at the north side
The great engineering warlock used his observer to see that the devil was coming. A few kilometers away on the horizon, a blue shadow was rapidly approaching from the sky.
Seeing this situation, Norborn was so frightened that he jumped up, then quickly swung his tail in the air, quickly turned his body, and rushed into the underground passage without looking back.
Underground, at the edge of a tunnel about a hundred meters away, a large group of clan rats huddled in a tunnel that was so narrow that it was almost only two heads wide, using the rock walls to sharpen their claws.
Although no rats would think that their claws would be of much use, the clan rats still hoped that this would bring them a slim hope.
Just as these mice are enduring the hunger in their bellies, they are ready to go out and fight to get some food before the black hunger (1) breaks out.
On the fork in the road, a winged rat that had almost turned gray, but could still be seen to have white fur suddenly rushed in. Behind him was a group of clan rats carrying about a dozen injured clan rats, about four or five.
Ten.
Just as they were wondering why they didn't eat the injured person immediately to prevent him from being used by the enemy after his death, they saw the bat rat pull down the strange instrument on his head to reveal his identity as a member of the Skryre clan.
"Get out! In the name of the engineering warlock of the Skry clan, I order you to hold your position! The devil is marching towards our position!"
It's the engineering warlock!
Is he asking us to die?
Do you want to kill him first?
These clan rats are enough to eat.
A group of rats looked in the direction of Esky, and they remembered that the reason why they needed to prepare for battle so close to the ground instead of lower underground was because of this guy's reckless behavior.
Maybe...
The red eyes of the rat man are full of hatred and curses, as well as fear. It is better to say that the latter is the main emotion.
Under this strong pressure of fear stimulated by the constant spray of pheromones, almost no ratmen listened to Esky's orders.
In fact, Eski could see the arrogant murderous intent in their eyes.
Eski helplessly pinched the slightly painful scent glands in his chest, abdomen, and crotch. There was really no drop of pheromone left in these places.
Even though these parts were throbbing and painful, he could not feel any trace of moisture from the gland openings, so he could no longer use the traditional scent commands of the rat men to effectively control these lower-level rats.
With his tail whipping on the ground, Esky raised his hand and fired a dimensional lightning towards the ratmen with the most fierce eyes.
A dozen clan rats were immediately electrocuted and twitching on the ground. The great engineering warlock dropped his paws and ran towards a clan rat carrying a messenger bag. This type of rat has always been used to convey messages and orders.
"I need a messenger."
When the messenger nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, Esky grabbed his ears and raised his head less than five centimeters in front of him.
"Tell the War Council! The devil is preparing to attack our underground passage. Give me a 2197-man standard infantry brigade (2). We need to guard the entrance to this mountain."
The messenger lowered his head and slowly backed up until almost all the rats could no longer approach him easily, then they turned around and ran as fast as they could.
The rats looked at his retreating figure, and gurgling sounds came one after another from their stomachs.
Seeing this, a trace of green spring leaked from Eski's fingertips, turning into a green mist under magical vision and blending into the bodies of all the rats.
The rats suddenly felt a coolness, and then warmth. They were surprised to find that the hunger in their stomachs was relieved a little, just a little.
Following the weird aroma, they wrinkled their noses and sniffed it until they saw Esky's raised fingers, which were emitting a faint green aura.
"Are you hungry? Then go up and fight! Regardless of victory or not, I will fill your stomachs with the wind of life after returning to the tunnel."
Esky dissipated the green light on his fingertips and said again.
"If you don't want black hunger to break out tragically in a place like this, hurry up and fight."
The rats gritted their teeth, sharpened their claws again temporarily, shouted a lot of words that Esky could not understand, and rushed out of the cave.
The observers next to the great engineering warlock looked at the leaving team of wounded soldiers, gritted their teeth, and followed.
Eski nodded to him and motioned for him to follow him.
Based on the nature of Skaven, being able to make such a choice in this situation is already a ceiling for Skaven.
When many soldiers carrying telescope equipment arrived at various observation points, only then did the ratmen realize that the devil was not just coming towards them.
Eski turned his head to look at the original battlefield, thinking secretly in his heart, he must steal the butt now.
The greenskin's offensive became more and more rapid. More and more magic turrets were silenced, and the magic defense barrier was constantly weakened. Nagash had to mobilize more and more rune bones to carry out counterattacks against the greenskins.
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Although it has achieved certain results, it still cannot restrain the big orc carrying the weird axe. Several times of magical locking on it was interrupted by a weird counter-spell.
Thinking that it might be that thing that could restrain the undead, he immediately tried to mobilize the champion warriors of his human tribe through his communication with his servants.
But at this moment, his soul suddenly felt a stinging pain, and the control of Nagashzar's magic defense system dropped by another level. Almost all the forts were misfired, and the magic shield was about to be destroyed.
The Immortal was suddenly shocked and angry. He was shocked that someone could actually hurt him with magical power. He was angry that he had to waste precious divine power to deal with the green skins. It was already wasted enough to deal with those rat monsters.
While mobilizing one blue death thunder after another to strike indiscriminately in the direction of the orc leader, his consciousness began to march towards the south.
In the dark meditation, the vague shadow of the enemy began to appear.
Nagash could clearly feel that the magic of the lizard people who came here might not be stronger than him, but it clearly shook his defense system.
Just as I was thinking about it, a burst of magical energy set off crazy waves in the magic vision.
Through these magical wind patterns slowly floating around, Nagash immediately determined that the location was in the north.
In the direction of the demons who had retreated, an extremely abnormal shape of magical wind appeared under the detection at this moment.
At this time, he is to be besieged from all sides and die?
"What a good plan."
The Immortal continued to use his will to carve glowing green runes on the surrounding pyramids, and sneered.
After reading the memory of that little mouse, he didn't think it was a coincidence.
Nagashzar is the farthest place from the two-pole portal. Logically speaking, even if he is really going to become a god, it should be after he becomes a god that the violent fluctuations of the magic wind attract the attention of all parties. p>
In the current situation, it is obvious that someone is behind the scenes.
Raising his hand, he eliminated a group of strange-looking blue monsters (3) that were taking shape in the rich magical wind, and put their souls into the next attack. Nagash narrowed his eyes.<
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Could it be the source of these little things?
That thing called Xin Liezhi.
At this time, the pressure from the south suddenly eased.
Nagash felt a bad premonition. Almost immediately, he thought of the memory of the little mouse that he had read before, and looked up at the sky.
Orbital weapons?!
But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement in the sky.
His will can already overwhelm the spell caster over there, and he has even seen it, it is an ugly toad that in his opinion is not worthy of standing with him.
This is the Slann Demon Priest that the little mouse remembers, the most powerful group of mages in the world.
But still, too weak!
The cold will turned into a blade is no longer the same as the previous pure mental shock. The crystallization of the special magical wind, the blue-black energy, is powerful enough to change the rules of the real world, which is what most people call divine power.
Things are already attached to it.
The blue-black dagger pierced hard, and Nagash immediately felt the weakness of his opponent - it seemed that Slan was injured by him.
Perhaps the rules of death will directly cause the lizardman's caster to die, even though the other party is not fatally injured.
But at this moment, the sky suddenly lit up.
The entire sky reveals a hot and holy yellow-white light, which represents destruction.
The light that illuminated the dark sky became brighter and brighter, and the red-black clouds that had covered the sky all year round and could not be dispersed even by the dimensional wind roar released by the Lord of Disaster quickly dissipated.
Almost at the next moment, a beam of light that could cover the entire mountaintop area struck down like the thunder of divine punishment.
When its blazing beam of light could be felt several kilometers away and hit the fortress on the top of the mountain, the bluish-black energy surged to the point where it could be clearly seen in the present world, directly colliding with it.
Huge energy waves erupted from the top of Cripple Peak. The initial cyan and incandescent colors began to change into colorful colors, driving the air to form a giant shock wave that almost destroyed everything around it.
The entire area, whether it was the Skaven observers in the west, the flying demons in the north, or the scouts on the backs of the lizardmen in the south, all suffered almost immediately.
Maybe the demon falling from the sky and the skink washed down from the triceratops can still survive, but the Skaven that sticks its head out will definitely not survive.
The goggled clan rat stuck its head out and flew into the air together with the sandbag that was knocked away, and hit the blocking bunker behind it hard.
His body made a weird sound of broken hard objects and liquid being squeezed, and fell to the ground.
A small pool of mixed turbid blood with unknown composition dripped onto the ground along his clothes and head.
Eski looked at his dead compatriot in front of him, took off the broken dark green goggles he still wore on his head, and solemnly put them into the bag in his arms.
At the same time, he used his palm as a knife, cut off his tail and hung it on his waist, saying silently.
"May your soul be valued by the horned rat and not be swallowed directly." (4)
Although this is not a good word for the Gray Prophet, it is the most sincere blessing that Eski can give him.
Even though his hands were busy, the great engineer warlock never completely took his eyes off the battle on the opposite side.
The confrontation between the cyan black and the light beam did not end in a very short period of time. It was not until he collected the tails of the dead mice that the cyan shield gradually faded and disappeared.
Without magic protection, the fortress city of Nagashzar was immediately in trouble.
Many pyramids made of black stone immediately shattered in the blazing light and turned into countless dust.
The outer wall of the black stone was not spared. Its structure began to collapse, everything disintegrated in the light, and spread towards everything that was still disintegrating.
A large number of buildings that were originally a headache for the rat people were being destroyed one by one. A group of rat people watching the show on the other side of Cripple Peak even let out a collective rattle to cheer for the divine punishment sent from the sky.
Eski's face did not share the same joy as theirs.
Like the one that attacked him last time, the light spear still lasts for several minutes. In other words, this power is universal for lizardman space weapons.
Ideas such as carding CDs may have to be shelved.
But what surprised him even more was the seemingly dead Nagash over there.
"Nagash is dead? Do you think I believe it? Damn the devil."
Esky immediately cursed.
Although there is no evidence, he always feels that this kind of drama is abnormal.
He was neither killed by Skaven, the official protagonist of Destiny, nor by Alkadiza, who had a grudge. Who would believe this?
After once again using the messenger to transmit the report and application, the white-haired rats turned around and led the ragtag group of rats, quickly walked down the underground passage, and ran towards the mine ahead.
When he arrived dozens of minutes later, Eski could hardly tell that this was a mine he had fortified.
The area that was originally disconnected from top to bottom has turned into a deep well, as wide as a fortress.
As if thinking of something, Esky immediately took out a piece of cloth, drew a large circle of runes, and said to the rats around him.
"Take this shroud and walk around. I want to see Nagash's ashes."