However, it is undeniable that Ikrit is in a very good mood.
These damn rats finally lost Mine No. 6 and even allowed the enemy to break through Mine No. 8.
It's good, it makes all his years of hard work return to the original point, but it doesn't matter, as long as it can get him back to his original position.
This is very similar to some situations fifty years ago.
He still remembered how the Chairman of the Council of Thirteen, the Prophet Lord Kritislik, ended the civil war and controversy at that time.
"The Horned Rat has sent down an oracle, and all the sacred stones belong to every Skaven. Every day we quarrel here, more of the sacred stones given by the Horned Rat will be stolen by shameless skeletons!"
Of course, if this was said twenty-five years ago, before the civil war started, it might have been more effective.
However, Ikrit appreciates this approach very much.
If there had not been a civil war for twenty-five years, the great Ikrit would not have been able to command this army. It would be better to fight a dozen civil wars.
Just like today, if the interests of Skaven are fully guaranteed, then the great Ikrit will not be able to come back.
"Damn the prophet clan."
"Comeback", thinking of this word, Ikrit gritted his teeth with hatred.
More than ten years ago, a carefully prepared attack allowed him to break through the third level of Nagashzar and capture Mine No. 6.
The massive increase in wealth attracted more rats to the front lines.
It was at that time that the root of the disaster was laid.
The extra wealth aroused the greed of some Skaven, and the big clans in the Council of Thirteen also wanted to get involved in the interests of the front line, and were not satisfied with the fixed amount of warpstone delivered to them by Ikrit. The Prophet clan took advantage of this desire and formally intervened in Ikrit, who had been leading the army on the front line for more than thirty years.
On the cusp of the storm, Ikrit chose to retreat temporarily and protect himself wisely.
Thanks to this correct choice, even if he lost control of the front line and the mines, he was still the special envoy of the Parliament and made some small but necessary contributions on the front line without having to return to Skaven Mordor. Only then could Ikrit continue to watch the theater for more than ten years.
If you want to return to that position, the current clan is not enough. Skerry has too few elites. He needs an engineering warlock, but the engineering warlocks of the Skry clan have never been controlled by warlords.
Today, he was really lucky to meet this person.
Covered in white hair, he was sent to this position just after hundreds of thousands of rats were killed.
It's really a perfect target to win over. It must be because the Horned Rat still favors him as a conscientious old warlord.
First of all, we must let this rat know the greatness of Ikrit, and let him know that Ikrit is the only person who can help him in this hell on the front line.
Who are the councilors of the camp?
The Skryrian members on the front lines will not be welcomed by the Chief Engineer Warlock at all.
Three years ago, Clan Skryre still had five councilors, so what now?
Just as I was thinking about it, in the distance, green flames shot out from the vents in the mine. I don't know if it was the miners who messed up or Nagash's smelting workshop.
The green light soaring into the sky brought the old warlord back from his thoughts.
He put on a friendly attitude toward temporary allies, making the enemy's chilling fangs seem to soften, and said with a smile.
"By the way, Engineer Warlock, what are you doing here today? The Chief Engineer Warlock's subordinates don't often walk around on the ground."
Esky focused on the place where the green flames had just erupted, and he didn't even have time to change his tone to the flattering tone that the Skavens used to express to their superiors, which was very plain and authentic.
"The council asked me to attack the human tribes in the north, in the N36 area. Therefore, today I am here to judge Nagash's military strength, especially those barbarians."
The fighting ability of barbarians cannot be underestimated.
Even if he is wearing backward bronze armor, he still seems to be unparalleled in front of the clan rats wearing steel armor.
That blood-hungry fighting style always made him feel like he was seeing a believer in a god with a holy number of 8.
Although their bodies do not seem to have the same level of energy as those of the Prince of Darkness and the followers of the Lord of Change.
"Well, when you come to the front line, you probably don't have many troops with you."
"That's right, I only have a thousand subordinates."
The engineering warlock said frankly.
He already had a premonition that this old warlord was going to give him something.
"The Skerry clan has an excess of six thousand clan rats, which can be put under your name. You don't have a guard yet, so I can assign you a battalion of storm rat guards."
"Really? Thank you so much."
The engineer warlock tried to show his gratitude, but his tone sounded like a good read.
What Ikrit gave was just enough for him to attack that mountain.
The so-called personal guards of that battalion were most likely used to protect themselves for his use.
"So, Lord Ikrit, what kind of weapons do you need?"
"I need..."
Ikrit's request was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps.
The visitor is a member of the Bad Plague clan, an "old friend" of Ikrit for more than fifty years.
"No, don't worry about them. Are you from the Skry clan? I need more weapons. For example, the flamethrowers provided a long time ago are good. They can reduce the losses of my clan."
The leader of the Evil Clan said.
This made Esky narrow one of his left eyes.
"No, no, Plague idiot, we need more armor and more weapons. Flamethrowers that require warpstone can't be more helpful to what we want to do."
Ikrit growled in a low voice.
As long as Skerry can arm 30,000 armored elites, and cooperate with the plague and the new gray prophets, it will be enough to gain control of the front line.
After seeing the horrific battle reports from the front line, the thirteen-person council of Skaven Mortal will acquiesce to the fact that the great Ikrit launched a coup and maintain a steady offensive on the front line.
However, the leader of the Evil Epidemic Clan refused to give in.
"Warpstone!? There are warpstones everywhere here! We only need to embezzle a little bit of public funds. No, it's not embezzlement, it's just a part of the amount used by the Barrier Breaker clan to dig tunnels. That's enough."
Eski doesn't want to pay attention to their noise for the time being, since it will eventually turn into orders from the factory.
Maybe they made a profit, but as an engineer warlock of the Skry clan, he would never lose.
What really concerned him was that they had seen flamethrowers before?
In more than a year in the Skaven Industrial Zone, he has never seen anything like that.