Ikrit pinched his beard and said to Wilski with a dark face.
"Okay, but can you guarantee to replenish my talisman to more than twenty yuan?"
It's just that Weerski's face is not any better than his.
"Hmph, I also want a few more dollars."
Having said this, he looked at the two engineering warlocks with a searching look in his eyes.
"Can an engineer make a talisman?"
In the gray lord's opinion, over the years, the only ones who have monopolized the magic industry are the Gray Prophets and Skryre. Maybe they will understand some of their opponents' technologies.
Red and green eyes looked at each other, complete and incomplete. The eyes that originally belonged to the engineering warlock were burning like flames, but they obviously also had a hint of hiding.
After a period of silence, Vitrik spoke first.
"That kind of technology is not the specialty of the Skry clan. We can make weapons and other equipment from dimensional stones. The technology of talismans is in the hands of the Prophet clan."
"We can make a shield based on the same principle. A small buckler the size of a dinner plate may have the same effect."
Esky, who was a little slow to react, also put forward his own opinions, but it was clearly the solution that Werski needed, but he was looking at Vitrik.
The tone of the white-haired engineering warlock was full of questions. Regarding this type of creation, the white-haired engineering warlock is still at the stage where he has never even gotten started.
Vitrik's one eye turned towards him, and the green eyeball looked cloudy, making people wonder when his eye would turn into a dimension stone.
"You also said 'maybe'. What's more, you can only carry one buckler in close combat. We can't let him use one and then take another out of thin air."
"Furthermore, the principle of those talismans is to use the fluctuation effect of the dimension stone, so that any form of magical energy will be entangled with it and annihilate each other. This annihilation effect will cause the release of high heat."
"If it is just a warpstone amulet, after it is burned, there will be no extra medium to conduct the heat, but it will escape outside the radiation range of the side where the warpstone was impacted."
"And if it is a shield that imitates this principle, the shield will be enough to roast the flesh that the user comes into contact with."
"No way?"
Wilsky pondered for a moment, and they would not dare to engage in a head-on battle with Nagash without a replacement for the talisman.
At a moment when no one noticed, dull footsteps came from around them, which did not belong to the sounds of the slave rats serving them.
What came was a white-haired rat who looked very decayed, and the fur all over his body had become loose.
The white hair on his body has begun to fall off on a large scale. The white hair is mixed with exposed wrinkles, showing a sickly gray-white skin. In some places, beating tumors can be clearly seen. The old white-haired mouse held a black cypress cane in its wrinkled paws, which was covered with runes. Eski discovered that most of them had never been seen before.
Moreover, the density of rune carvings is too high, and Eski's current spell skills are unable to carve such complex and dense runes on such a small object.
Some of the messiness of the cane indeed and inexplicably reveal the magic nodes, inlaid with broken dimensional stones. Perhaps it is the function of these dimensional stones. The chaotic unfiltered magical wind surrounds Old Baimao like mist.
Rat's side.
Even without second sight, you can still see the magical aura in these mist.
He flapped his paper-thin ears, which were wrinkled and fragile, as if they would fall off in the next second due to their owner's actions.
The two dimensional stones emitted a faint green light, looking around at everyone present.
Yes, this is not an adjective. In the literal sense, embedded in the scarred eye sockets of the old white-haired rat are two dimensional stones carved into the shape of eyes. They are flashing with the same energy as when the dimensional stones are activated.
Green light.
"Quickwall!"
Wilsky shouted in a low voice.
That's right, the rat in front of you is Quickwall of the Gray Seer.
A former member of the Council of Thirteen of the Gray Prophet clan, he later gave up his seat to the old lunatic who was his apprentice.
No one knows why Quickwall found this place, and no one knows how he avoided the more than 6,000 soldiers outside.
Thinking of the fact that this happened, even Ikrit, who has the most experience in the battlefield here, swallowed his saliva.
A sob of unknown meaning came from Quickwall's throat.
He held his cane in his wrinkled paws, shaking it, and chanting inexplicable incantations.
Eski didn't understand it at all, but his instinct still told him that the old white-haired rat in this state was dangerous.
The engineering warlock looked around and then acted quickly. He grabbed the wizard who had been watching the show silently and even secretly drank the rats' wine from a glass, and blocked her in front of him.
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"You are a dog!"
"I am a mouse."
The two chatted briefly using Druzil, but in front of them, Quickwall no longer exuded those dangerous auras.
"Hey, that mage is your highest combat power? He doesn't feel much weaker than the Witch King to me."
"You know, I don't know the Gray Prophet clan. There is a high probability that I can't defeat Tai Ritian."
Looking at the broken body of the Gray Prophet, the engineer warlock couldn't believe how powerful such a body could be, and then he added another sentence.
"Don't underestimate your Witch King, he has the possibility of becoming a god. This one won't even live to be four hundred years old."
"That's it."
The witch spirit paused and looked directly at the rat who was still reciting an unknown incantation.
"Aren't you planning a coup? After being caught like this, he doesn't want to kill you? When the Witch King encounters this kind of thing, he has to choose between poisonous wine or a dagger."
"We are also poisoned wine and daggers. Only the low-class slave rats and clan rats will be very disgraceful. Maybe this old guy supports our coup."
As the engineer warlock spoke, his expression became dull.
"No, wait, can you understand what we are saying?"
"It's been several days, is it difficult?"
"Okay, shut up, their eyes are all focused here."
Seeing those somewhat incomprehensible looks, the engineer warlock hid behind the wizard spirit's tall body compared to his own, and said Druzil at a speed that did not bother to remove the subconscious chirping syllables of the rat men.
"If anything happens later, I will have to put you in a hairless, I mean, female monkey's cell."
"Female monkey? I'm not afraid of your compatriots."
As he spoke, Wu Ling's fingers drew circles on the handle of the dagger at his waist.
"Shut up. If that old guy develops some tumors or herpes on you later, pray that your Kane can really take you away."
Under the threat of the terrifying future described by the engineering warlock, the Witch Spirit finally shut up. At the same time, Esky was able to poke a head out of the side of the Witch Spirit's ribs to observe the old guy.
Old Quickwall's voice was not as weak as the image he showed, at least not now. His voice was accurately conveyed to Eski's ears behind everyone, and it was extremely clear.
"Okay, little engineering warlock, I don't care what you and your pointy-eared slave are playing with..."
Having said this, the old gray prophet wrinkled his nose, as if he was sniffing something in the air.
"That's the wind of life? The fetus formed by the wind of life."
The Gray Seer was a little confused. In fact, when studying spells outside the Skaven system, they turned a blind eye in many places, especially for the Skryre clan. Otherwise, how could the Skaven reverse engineer the technology of so many races?
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It's just a junior who has not yet reached adulthood. He can master the wind of life so quickly. Not to mention his talent, it is very problematic to collect enough good learning materials in such a short period of time.
Instead of leaving his own seeds in the body of the pointed-eared female rat, he used the wind of magic... It didn't look like those weird alien fetishes, no, it didn't even look like a Skaven. In short, there was something wrong with this little rat. The Horned Rat gave no guidance, no stars could be seen here, and Quickwall did not find any information from the warpstones in his brain and eye sockets.
Letting out a sigh that was almost imperceptible, the old gray prophet spoke again.
"It doesn't matter. Now, come here and listen to me."
The light of the warpstone in Quickwall's eyes gradually dimmed, and his voice became increasingly muddled, becoming like his external expression.
"I can support your actions. The war on the front line can no longer continue to deteriorate."
The words of the old gray prophet made the eyes of all the Skavens light up. If Quickwall can support their battle, the success rate will be greatly improved.
"But why?"
Wilsky asked.
"You are the former gray lord of the Gray Prophet clan, why do you do this."
In the years that Werski has served as a member of the Council of Thirteen, he has never heard of a fight between Gray Prophets and Gray Prophets. At most, it was only between masters and disciples.
"Among Staden's students, there is a junior who is more talented and gifted than him. He wants to replace his teacher and become the new Gray Prophet."
The Skaven asked no more questions.
Now that there are interested parties, they no longer like to dig into the details of the transactions behind the scenes.
Looking at the reactions of all the Skaven, Quickwall also fell silent. He would not usually help his juniors in this situation. There are unspoken rules in the Gray Prophet clan.
No matter who it is, breaking the rules will be detrimental to the entire clan and even the entire Skaven.
However, this time, what Staden did failed to live up to too many things.
After being silent for a while, the muddy words, as if they were just grunting in the throat, came out from the aging vocal cords.
"Eshiliga, I know what you were planning just now, but your plan cannot be implemented like that."
The Gray Prophet did not look at the rebel master in black robes, but the rebel master had knelt down on one knee, with leather tassels hanging on his sides, and the exposed nape of his neck, which seemed to express his submission to the Gray Prophet.<
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Quickwall's expression remained unchanged, and he just continued to talk to the defector.
"Meaningless sacrifices cannot be allowed, and every ounce of troops on the front line cannot be wasted."
"We have to let Staden die with honor?"
Ikrit asked with a hint of doubt,
"He won't do that unless..."
His words were interrupted by Wilski. The gray lord did not want to have any conflict with the gray prophet.
"If Staden fights Nagash in the Sixth Mine, can we capture the results from other parts to make up for the losses?"
While asking the question, Wilsky made the armor on his claws make a sore sound.
"It's impossible. The other mining areas are either too far away or difficult to fortify, unless our army immediately supports the sixth mining area and attacks Nagash from both front and rear."
The leader of the Rikek clan said this, and he shook his head at the same time. Ikrit didn't think they could really defeat Nagash like this.
"In that case, if we have to face Nagash directly, no matter how many more talismans we can wear, it will not be enough, because we have no means to kill the stickman monster."
"Is it really incapable of killing?"
The dimension stone in the old gray prophet's eyes emitted a burst of green light, shining on the two engineering warlocks.
"Yes, but it can only be deployed on specific terrains."
Vitrik's one eye looked at Quickwall's warpstone eyes and said.
"If the trebuchet throws the dimension stone bomb and hits it at the same time, I'm sure to kill it, or at least seriously injure the living dead person."
"You can't kill him. He is protected by the power of death. Only people like him who are dead but still alive can kill him."
The old gray prophet warned Vitrik that he had no such idea originally. He had already seen Vitrik's fate through the stars - he would die at the hands of Nagash in the battles in recent years.
The only thing involved with him is the warpstone bomb destined to hurt those who want to destroy the world.
However, this time, there was an engineering warlock present.
The Gray Prophet cast his gaze on Eski.
With one more engineer, there is one more variable.
"What about you, young engineering warlock, what do you think?"
The white-haired engineering warlock didn't notice the strange gaze of the gray prophet, pinched his beard, and proposed a plan.
"It was just a hasty thought."
"If Nagash must be killed by a living dead like him, why can't we create a living dead to be our scapegoat."
"The prophecies in the prophecy system will definitely happen, but how it happens, I remember can make a fuss about it."
"What if we placed a warpstone bomb that is not very easy to explode in the body of a living dead and detonated it when he gets close to Nagash?"