The Gray Prophet's nose with a scar was wrinkled as he sniffed the air, limping back and forth in the small room.
After a while, he finally stopped.
"You can try."
Quickwall said.
"The Prophet's Council and my students will provide you with technical and other support, if you can show me preliminary results, such as first creating a living dead that you can control."
"Thank you, great Gray Prophet."
The white-haired rat praised him with respect, but the old gray prophet could see that this rat had no respect at all.
Even the fear that ordinary Skaven would have is quite weak.
"Little Mouse, I want to remind you that no matter what happens around you recently, you are still a descendant of the Big Horned Rat."
Gray Prophet said, the dimension stone in his eye sockets pointed at the runes on Eski's claws.
He could also tell that it was not the creation of the Horned Rat, even though it was disguised as the same green color as the Warpstone, and it also exuded a scent unique to the Warpstone.
"Of course, of course, of course I am a descendant of the Horned Rat."
As he spoke, the green light representing the horned rat appeared faintly in the engineer's scarlet eyes.
There was another moment of silence, and the Gray Prophet's blind eyes, lit by the dimension stone, stared at the rat's head lying low. After a while, he returned to Iklit's side.
Looking at the current silent atmosphere, Ikrit opened his mouth, hesitated, and finally spoke.
"These details will be discussed later. So, do we need to decide now? After Staden is forced to death, go to support Staden."
Eshiliga pulled down the black robe with tassels that originally covered his face, revealing his face hidden underneath, and spoke.
"Go to support, I can guarantee that Staden will die with honor no matter what."
No one doubted his words.
The master of betrayal can always stick a poisoned dagger between his target's eyebrows.
However, the problem is not here.
Ikrit slapped the air in front of him with his tail in annoyance, swaying his tail with smooth white scales from side to side, as if he wanted a slave rat to vent his anger on.
The old warlord needs more troops, at least, after the first loss, more troops are needed.
Thinking of this, he looked at the gray-clothed lord.
"Lord Wilski, your elite troops are staying here. When we launch the offensive, you will draw all the mobilizable troops from the underground fortress to support us."
As he spoke, he added.
"Only you, as the gray lord, can mobilize so many troops."
Wilsky nodded slightly, this is indeed the best way so far.
There are as many excuses as there are, such as the Gray Prophet went on a secret mission and is now continuing the rescue. The only question is whether he can quickly gather the stragglers in the underground fortress.
He knows how much procrastination these guys gathered in the underground fortress can do.
For example, the three clans brought here by Lord Ikrit initially, namely Dreadbreath, Rickek, and Plague, as well as his own Overflow, as well as the Gray Prophet and Skryre clan, were all able to quickly assemble their troops and launch an attack. In the underground fortress, apart from this group and the group of elites brought by Gray Prophet Staden, there are no clans with a large enough structure.
Most of them are small clans with more than a thousand or even hundreds of people.
Assembling these troops...even if they start mobilizing when the Gray Seer Staden has just stepped forward, it is particularly difficult.
"Then it's decided and we'll start taking action tomorrow."
Wilsky said.
In any case, the arrow is ready. He needs this coup, just like Ikrit, Eshiliga, and Sirik all need this coup.
Ikrit nodded to him, and then looked at the other rats with his glowing red eyes.
"The next step is the distribution of materials."
As soon as the old warlord finished speaking, the white-haired engineering warlock spoke faster than any other rat.
"I need a batch of military rations. My food inventory is at the bottom."
"No problem."
The old warlord looked at a few other old guys—basically the guys who had been fighting with him since more than fifty years ago.
Sirik spoke first.
"I don't even have enough breastplates for my soldiers. I'm probably short of half a brigade. The biggest shortage is helmets. Apart from my hundreds of personal guards, I can only equip one company."
His Plague clan suffered the heaviest losses in the battle more than fifty years ago, and was the first clan to encounter Nagash.
He still remembers the burning man with the sacred stone in his eyes.
Of course, now, they all collectively call that guy Stickman.
Since then, Sirik has been serving as Ikrit's adjutant. Although he has secretly betrayed Ikrit recently, this is not important. What is important is that the equipment his tribe lost under Staden's rule
, and have never been able to get enough supplements.
Esky's entire net worth over the years is less than 3,000 dimensional coins, but among the ratmen, he is actually considered a rich man.
Many warlords of small clans sold their entire clans, but they could not get the cash of engineering warlocks.
Thinking of this, Eski felt a little distressed. The thousands of daily wages promised by the Scurvy Clan were not paid due to various factors.
Those who do large-scale modifications are the most profitable. Even the simplest sailing ship costs nearly 10,000 dimensional coins.
Although he directly made the elf warship worth at least millions of dollars his own, after all, the ship cannot be exchanged for cash.
This has led to Eski still being extremely short of cash.
A battle with the witch at sea reduced the number in Eski's box to less than 2,000.
The slave uprising did not yield much valuable property.
Coupled with the various purchases, losses and consumption over the past month or so, the current cash can only be calculated in hundreds.
A dimensional coin is enough to exchange for a slave rat with a rusty dagger without being ripped off by a slave trader.
Although Sirik manages more than 10,000 rats, he really doesn't have much cash on hand right now.
The financial services of the Rats are not developed, and there is no reliable lending business at all. In particular, no one dares to lend money to the warlord - if he defaults on the loan, how are you going to collect it?
If the warlords traveled five hundred kilometers in any direction, there would be no possibility of collecting debts.
"I also helped him exchange some copper coins. During the exchange, the weighing is mainly done by our Rikaike clan and will be carried out by our secretary."
Ikrit said with a dark face.
"No problem, my clerk will also come to supervise."
"Wittrick, Whitrick, a greedy and cunning, but... rat, the fate has been foretold..."
At this point, Quickwall took back the last four words - your date of death.
More omens were telling him that it was best not to say these four words.
The green mist of the black cypress staff wrapped around the figure of the Gray Prophet, but the Great Engineer Warlock seemed not to hear it and continued to discuss various details with the two warlords.
"Then our deal is concluded. If you still need the breastplate, you only need to pay 150% more than the price of this transaction to get it."
As he said this, the great engineering warlock did not forget to put on his business smile.
Idiot Wittrick!
Sirik cursed in his mind.
Doesn't this bastard know that at this juncture, we should cooperate sincerely in order to get more shares in the subsequent division of the spoils? The most important thing is, doesn't he know that Lord Sirik is already a partner of Lord Wilsky?
?
Or do they treat Lord Wilsky like this too?
As if he guessed what he was thinking, Vitrik spoke slowly.
"Everyone, it's not that I don't want to cooperate sincerely."
As he spoke, his one eye met Lord Ikrit's eyes, and the disgusting smile just now was completely gone from his eyes.
"If you want to destroy Nagash, you will definitely need my dimension stone bomb, and my dimension stone bomb will need enough dimension stones."
"Making large-scale engineering equipment requires a lot of copper and iron materials. I am willing to accept these copper coins. In fact, I have shown my sincerity to you."
"Other engineering wizards will probably treat these copper coins as inferior industrial raw materials and lower their prices."
"You can't say anything. After all, you must have mixed lead or other similar things in the ground."
"For example, this compatriot of mine."
"Can you accept copper coins?"
Esky shook his head and said to Ikrit.
"For small transactions, we collect gold, silver, copper, iron, grain, and for large transactions, we collect dimension coins. This is the practice of Skaven City. Copper coins will indeed be discounted."
Having said this, the white-haired engineering warlock paused for a moment, then turned to the great engineering warlock.
"However, your converted price is already lower than my depreciation rate. The copper coins of the small clan are cast in simple square molds. Due to credit issues in the transaction, they were sent to Skaven Demon City.
The proportion of lead will not exceed 5%, and lead will not even be added."
"A clan like Evil Blight is no exception. The price I give is always 1, but I don't have enough dimensional coins to use now."
"Since there is no such thing, don't talk about it."
Vitrik said to Esky in a stern voice, and then to others.
"You all heard it, doesn't this show my sincerity?"
The white-haired engineering warlock lowered his head slightly, retreated to a place where no one noticed, and stood with the wizard spirit.
Ikrit sighed and reluctantly agreed.
He has to find hundreds of tons of copper to pay for this. If the warpstone mining area controlled by those rats is still in his hands, he really wants to trade the warpstone.
Thinking of this, the old warlord spoke again.
"Are there any other supplies that need to be replenished? I still have some military rations to provide."
Sirik waved his hand. His clan does not need so much food. The plague clan's food can still be supplied for two weeks. There is no need to share Rickek's food, which can only supply one month at most.
"We've almost finished discussing all the things that need to be discussed. Let's go back and prepare. This will definitely be another fierce battle."
"Leave it to me. If it's early, I can send Staden to have sex with Nagash tonight."
Eshiliga said, he put on the hood of the black robe again, hiding his figure in the darkness.
"Wittrick, you got a lot of things today. I hope you can ensure that your things are accurate."