Although the resistance of the skeleton was very tenacious, he was still able to chew through these hard bones with his personal prestige and the elite clan rats he brought.
However, even the great Ikrit did not expect that the news brought back by the scouts who were given poisoned wine by the Gray Prophet in order to hide the secret of the treasure would have a big problem.
There are indeed only more than a thousand skeletons being excavated in the underground mine.
However, these are actually the miners in the lowest-level mining area.
Not to mention the other parts of Nagash's forces, these damn, derelict minions who deserve to be swallowed up by the Horned Rat did not even conduct reconnaissance on the upper mining area.
After the thousand skeletons were destroyed, hundreds of other skeletons came from the upper area within a few dozen minutes.
At that time, Ikrit didn't care.
After all, they are just skeletons, and his 50,000 elite men can dismantle them at will. They can't stop the clan rats from smashing them with hammers or axes like windmills.
However, what he didn't expect was that a new batch of these skeletons would arrive every few dozen minutes, causing a stalemate in the battle line.
But he only estimated that the number of skeletons would be five to six thousand more than the scouts reported.
Even though more than fifty years have passed, he still remembers his past thoughts very clearly.
"These damn skeletons will eventually come to an end, sooner or later."
This is what he thought at the time.
However, what he faced was an army of tens of thousands assembled by Nagash.
If the army in front of him, which collapsed just because of the loss of more than a hundred men, faced his situation at that time, the entire position would be lost immediately.
After that, the damn Gray Prophet should be executed by the Council of Thirteen.
His troops will fight tooth and nail against skeletons, which sounds very unlike a Skaven.
It does sound counterintuitive, but inspired by the Warpstone, any warlord's elite can turn fear into hatred, even if he is a slave rat, as the Horned Rat teaches.
The idiot who is currently the chairman of the parliament does not seem to understand the characteristics of the rats.
The eyesight of rats is actually worse than that of most races, which is why engineering warlocks always like to use observers to observe the world.
When the Horned Rat closes a door for a Skaven, it will open a window for the Skaven.
When the Skaven are underground, their eyesight is far superior to that of other races.
Their eyes themselves are weak light sources. Even without any lighting, they can clearly see anything within a few tens of meters in complete darkness underground.
Therefore, the rats are not good at conducting harsh positional battles on the ground, but are better at tunnel battles in underground passages.
Only an idiot who knows nothing about military affairs would do this to waste precious combat power in a place like this and launch an attack from low ground to high ground.
He had done this before, but it was different from that stupid Gray Prophet.
In order to attract Nagash's troops, the great Ikrit used some seemingly well-equipped clan rats to deceive Nagash.
They don't need to actually attack at all. They just need to bring some slings or similar long-range firepower and use their armor advantages to attract Nagash's attention. If Skeleton attacks, they only need to run, Skeleton
It simply doesn't leave them with the movement speed they need.
At the same time, he will let the elite Storm Rats go through the underground passages. While Nagash is fighting the ground troops, they can smoothly attack the dimensional stone mines that should belong to Skaven in the past, present and future from each newly dug tunnel.
Field.
Because Nagash will make the defenses in these places begin to loosen.
However, these damn losers wasted the elite storm rats on preventing those clan rats from escaping.
Without this move, the morale of the clan rats would have been higher.
As an old warlord, Ikrit knows his own people very well.
Skaven are very keen and cunning creatures. If they see that they are currently in the position of cannon fodder, they will try their best to get rid of their current position.
For example, when charging, the left foot trips over the right foot, performing a flat fall, or when charging, "accidentally" slowing down a few steps and losing touch with the troops.
The worst thing is today's situation, where the casualty rate is less than 1% and they immediately flee.
Therefore, even if the great Ikrit really uses them as cannon fodder, he will definitely use various means to imply that this is a battle that will achieve a great victory.
No matter how much your companions sacrifice, as long as you survive, you will gain unimaginable benefits - this is indeed true, but how many rats can enjoy it is another matter - but that is not important, what is important
The surviving rats will benefit, which will encourage more jealous rats to join the ranks of cannon fodder.
With these means, he was able to let the rats flank Nagash's skeleton and ghouls in the tunnel from twelve different directions, and achieved a "complete victory" in the first battle with Nagash.
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The only "small" flaw was that Nagash withdrew from his carefully crafted encirclement after losing more than half of his troops, and built a line of defense in the mine on the third level that he failed to capture even after three consecutive attacks.
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"Actually, this attack is an extremely rare ground attack, and it is the most meaningless one."
Seeing the engineering warlock showing appreciation for the clumsy and funny performance in the distance, the old warlord couldn't help but say.
"Only when that damn Gray Prophet feels that the underground consumption has become meaningless, he will gamble here."
Esky heard the underlying meaning.
"Are you being excluded?"
The engineering warlock immediately bowed his head and returned in a flattering manner, causing the witch spirit who was watching on the side to show a disgusted expression on his face.
"The Council of Thirteen thinks I am too old, but the great Ikrit is the one who can continuously and steadily bring consumption to Nagash. The damn Gray Prophet will step down soon!"
As the old warlord was talking, there were rustling sounds around him. The engineering warlock turned his head and saw that it was a plump... no, a muscular rat. It seemed to be running from the direction of an underground passage. There is a mailbox on its back, which seems to be sending a message to someone.
I saw the old warlord mentioning the mouse very naturally, opening the mailbox, taking off the yellow leather-like paper and reading it.
"It seems that the damn gray rat is indeed going to step down, and my old friend is coming."
The old warlord's face showed a look of joy.
However, the Rat Man has no real friends at all.
The engineer warlock cursed.
"My old friend, Gray Prophet Versky is coming. Those losers from the Supreme Council of the camp, they abandoned mines No. 6 and No. 8."
The old warlord said to Eski, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the parliamentary amulet on Eski's waist.