"In fact, before I came here, I had already used this weapon to destroy the pointy-eared warship. You should be able to confirm this information through the channels of the Scurvy Clan." p>
"The Scurvy Clan?"
Ikrit has not heard the name of this clan for a long time.
After all, those guys were just cowardly bastards who only plundered on the western sea and did not dare to enter the eastern sea.
If there was support from the fleet in the Sour Sea, he wouldn't have had to fight so hard before.
However, even he knows the power of the Pointy-Eared Fleet. This weapon has been used before, and it sounds very powerful...
The fingers on the paws rubbed each other, and finally Ikrit made up his mind.
"I can provide materials and funds, but this matter must be done after all my men have become armored soldiers."
"Okay, okay, distinguished Lord Ikrit."
Eski picked up the wine glass and drank the black liquid in the glass.
The slave rat quickly filled the liquid in the cup for him, and everyone's eyes were intertwined with him again, and he continued.
"However, I have to make it clear that if we do it after that, we may not be able to catch up with this operation."
"It doesn't matter, as long as it's something that can deal with that stickman weirdo."
The old warlord waved his paw to show that he didn't care.
If the Gray Prophet Staden can be killed immediately, the Gray Prophet Werski beside him, and the stickman weirdo, it will certainly be very beneficial to him.
But precisely because he has these needs, he knows how difficult these things are, especially the stickman.
Ikrit cursed his enemies and his accomplices viciously in his heart, and the shrill mocking voice of the gods seemed to be heard in the void.
His intuition told him that this kind of ridicule seemed to be beneficial to him.
Welski seemed to feel something, and looked at Ikrit with no movement between his brows.
Under the second vision, the magical green energy penetrated into the old warlord's body as if it appeared out of thin air.
This situation was just like what he saw when listening to Quickwall's prophecy, but it was different.
Is this a sign of interference from the Horned Rat?
Thinking of this, he asked.
"Where's Quickwall? Where is that old madman."
"Why did you suddenly ask him?"
Ikrit thought of the old madman. Maybe he was indeed old and crazy, as all the rats looked like this, but at several critical moments of tactical decision-making, this old madman could always give him key tips.<
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"No, I'm thinking, maybe he's not crazy."
Weersky didn't know why, but he suddenly said the argument he had scorned before.
Quickwall is an old madman. Everyone knows that after serving as a member of the Council of Thirteen for more than forty years, he passed his seat to his student, Griman.
This is quite shocking in the circle of Gray Prophets, and not just in the circle of Gray Prophets.
Usually the transfer of power of the Gray Prophet will only end with the student killing the teacher and taking over, not to mention this is the transfer of the Council of Thirteen.
Therefore, no matter who it is, they will say that this guy who voluntarily gave up his power is an old lunatic.
"Okay, he's not crazy, but what do you want to say?"
Ikrit didn't have a good tone at first, but in the end, he softened.
Wilsky, an old bastard, won over his adjutant, at least the adjutant back then, Lord Sirik of the Plague Clan.
Then, the Plague Clan and the Violski Clan wore the same pants.,
However, now is obviously not the time to vent these emotions.
"No, it's nothing."
Werski was stared at inexplicably by everyone. He drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp and started to get angry and angry with himself.
He shouldn't have asked so rashly.
But...
He thought of Quickwall's prophecy.
The one with white hair, a big curved horn on his head, his body covered with deformed tumors, and the eyeballs in his eyes have been replaced by dimension stones, the former Gray Prophet.
When he first heard the news about the scouts within the Prophet's Council, he urged an attack.
He predicted the sacred stone at the foot of the mountain, but he also predicted something else.
For example, this stickman monster named Nagash.
The old madman warned him that just a few years ago, this guy wanted to destroy the world. When the stickman's plan succeeds, even with the protection of the big horned rat, all the rats will not escape death.
No, not just Skaven, everything will surrender to death.
To be honest, Werski did not believe the old guy's predictions at the time. Although Old Quickwall's predictions were never wrong, he only thought that Old Quickwall had become delirious due to scurvy.
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"I will also fund your research, Esky Engineer Warlock."
Wilsky suddenly took Esky's paw and said, with a heartfelt kindness on his face.
But the white-haired engineering warlock always feels that there is something hidden underneath.
There was no smile in Wilsky's eyes, he could only feel cold.
He needs an experiment. If Eski's weapon can destroy Nagash, it means that Old Quickwall is indeed crazy, but if not...
If, as old Quickwall said, Nagash cannot be killed by living people, but can only be killed by things that are dead but still alive, then he must make preparations early.<
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"Thank you, noble gray lord, noble gray prophet."
The engineering warlock said, with a flattering smile on his face that even he didn't expect.
But Wilsky's expression did not change, but became strange.
The Gray Prophet looked solemnly at the paw he was holding, which had some green runes on it.
Although he didn't want to think that way, no matter what, it didn't look like the masterpiece of the descendants of the Horned Rat.
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If you look carefully, there are even other strange marks on this rat.
If it weren't for the magical aura belonging to the Horned Rat in his eyes that was equally blazing, he would even wonder if this rat had betrayed the Horned Rat and turned to other gods.
Can this special thing be able to decipher Quickwall's prophecy?
A person who is dead but still alive may have many other different explanations?
Before the young rat's suspicion reached its peak, Wersky showed a fake, gentle smile.
"No need to thank me, the great horned rat is protecting your bright future."
The eyes of everyone present were focused on this white rat who was not very eye-catching before. Although this factory also belonged to the young rat, all of this was inferior to the Gray Prophet's evidence that the horned rat was protecting him.
Important.
Horned Rat?
Esky was also stunned.
He really never thought that the Gray Prophet would say that.
"Thank you for your review."
The white-haired engineer warlock lowered his head and pretended to be humble, then silently stepped aside, leaving the space in the middle for others.
Seeing the performance of the engineering warlock, those gathering eyes finally moved away.
"When will we do it?"
Wilsky no longer thought about the abnormal white rat and asked Ikrit.
"The sooner the better, I hope they don't find anything wrong."
As he said that, the old warlord looked at his scout lord, Eshiliga.
Eshiliga's black robe did not seem to prevent his eyes hidden under the cloth from detecting Ikrit's gaze, but he did not immediately answer the warlord's question.
Just waved first, a few rats with black daggers hanging on their bodies, all wearing black robes covering their whole body, flashed to the side of the rebel lord.
After a dull hiss as a communication, the defector gave his answer.
"I will try to send Staden up to make out with Nagash today."
The defector was quite confident that his elite scouts were enough to complete this task, but... the defector revealed his eyes hidden under the black robe, looked at Ikrit, hesitated a little, and then said. "But there is a problem with your plan. If you adopt my plan, you can do it."
Ikrit tilted his head and raised his paw, signaling for him to continue.
"I hope the first troops to fight Nagash are Pestilence, Overflow, and Rikaik."
"What?"
The three lords shouted in unison.
These three clans are the direct troops of Lord Sirik, Lord Ikrit, and Gray Prophet Werski, and they are prepared to be used in the coup.
"Listen to me."
Eshiliga stretched out his paw, and his deep voice suppressed these objections.
He asked his men to take out a nearby map and spread it on the engineer's desk, which was illuminated by a dimensional stone lamp.
"This war will take place on our preset battlefield, giving Nagash enough temptation, but at the same time making our losses as small as possible. Therefore, this battlefield should be near the sixth mining area, a place that is enough to threaten the sixth mining area.
The location of the six mining areas."
He pointed to a certain location under Cripple Peak and continued.
"There is a killing hole over here."
"We put the battlefield here. The narrow environment means that both us and the stickman monsters need a long enough time to kill a large number of each other."
"You fight here."
Having said this, Esky pointed to the killing cave below the sixth mining area that could be reconstructed into an underground fortress. He paused slightly and looked around, instinctively wanting to know if there were any untrustworthy people around him. p>
After a moment, he realized that this was a redundant move, so he continued.
"My scouts are responsible for spreading these 'rumors' to the ears of Gray Prophet Staden."
"Once we fight in the Sixth Mine, the defense of the Eighth Mine will become extremely weak, especially after the battle in the Killing Cave a few days ago, the defense there was already vulnerable. He will not let go to regain his position.
opportunity."
"At this time, I will inform Gray Prophet Staden through some channels about a secret passage leading to the eighth mining area, which is enough to avoid Skeleton's patrols and allow his soldiers to retake the eighth mining area."
"When he is completely at war with the Eighth Mine, I will send my troops to use some method to block the passage. Now that there are two engineering warlocks, I hope to get some bombs."
Having said this, Wilrik, who had only one eye left, nodded, and he had almost guessed the rest of the part.
Sure enough, just as he expected, the defector continued.
"Follow me, my scouts will come to the Sixth Mining Area to inform us who are at war."
"The Gray Prophet will get his eighth mining area, and we can guarantee that the Gray Prophet will die gloriously. The only drawback of this plan is that our battle with Nagash there will be quite long."
This is indeed a plan with no flaws. The warlords looked at the map with solemn expressions. Even if they fight in a narrow area, a long battle with the Nagash army will probably cost many casualties.
The first one to speak was Ikrit. He looked at the scars on Werski's missing ear, briefly hesitated, and then spoke.
"I have thirteen dimensional stone talismans on my body, which can withstand Nagash's two to three frontal magic bombardments."
"But, this is not enough."
Ikrit said dissatisfied.
The first time he faced off against Nagash, he relied on six dimensional stone talismans to block Nagash's attack, but even after so many years, he still only accumulated thirteen talismans.
Wilsky is different.
The old warlord's eyes were fixed on Wersky's neck and waist.
Hanging around the gray lord's neck is something far larger and purer than his warpstone amulet. I'm afraid this alone can resist Nagash's magic twice.
There is also the black rune sword with a curved hilt, and the dark green dimension stone inlaid at the end of the hilt, which is as big as an egg, no, no, as big as a swamp lizard egg.
Although these things can no longer bring him the shock that they first brought, he is still dissatisfied with this distribution of materials.
"Of course, of course, I know this is not enough. I can give you a few more dollars, and the old madman Quickwall can also give you some more. But I also need to make sure that the old madman will not interfere with our plan."
Wilsky sighed, his eyes still looked like that old madman who could accurately predict the future.
"Quickwall? Why did he?"
"Stadden is a Gray Seer after all, and unlike guys like me who use rune swords, he uses a staff and the horns on his head are quite orthodox."
The black rat said restlessly. The gray shawl on his shoulders and his Overflow clan would not allow Quickwall to plot to kill a gray prophet for him.
"When he was in the Council of Prophets, he was famous for his stubbornness as if he had been given destiny and our most stupid trait, selflessness. I tell you the truth, he had already suffered from scurvy before the expedition began.
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"When he was in the Council of Thirteen, he recommended himself as a supervisor. God knows what he relied on to survive until now."
Having said this, the gray-clothed lord glanced at everyone present.
"No one can know Quickwall's attitude, so it's best not to have anything to do with him for the time being."