Several hours have passed since Eski's mobilization.
Eski's six battalions finally arrived at the scheduled battlefield dozens of kilometers away from the underground fortress.
The Skaven's wartime marching speed surprised the commander-in-chief - this was after dealing with the rats' minor unpleasant incidents on the road.
Calculated in this way, compared to the marching speed of the rats, Druchi no longer has an advantage.
Putting these messy thoughts aside, Wu Ling observed the battlefield that belonged to her about one or two kilometers away.
Her location is the observation point prepared by the Rat Man early in the morning, a protruding stone platform.
The only way to get here is to climb the nearly ninety-degree rock wall and go through a maze-like passage.
There are unique signs that serve as road signs that only rat people can understand. Other races can only get lost in those underground caves forever and wait to die slowly.
Black clouds block the red sky. Under poor lighting, you can still see that in the distance is a mountain peak that is much shorter than Cripple Peak.
That position can monitor the two valleys below, and there are several key nodes in the underground passage. For Skaven, the value of this place is self-evident, not to mention that there are metal veins under those peaks.
Although the lighting is very poor, it is far stronger than the eyesight of ratmen and humans, allowing the wizard to see clearly the general appearance of the opposite side - although she still has an engineer's observer on her body, the vision of that thing is green.
It made her very uncomfortable.
Following the sound of footsteps, behind her, the six battalion commanders of the Rat generation also began to observe the battlefield.
Wu Ling just smiled contemptuously. What could the rat be pretending to do with his eyesight that couldn't even see a hundred meters away?
She knew that these rats had no intention of obeying her as a commander, but she still managed to make them obey orders.
Hecate's collar is indeed a manifestation of the engineer's will, but it is also a manifestation of the slave's identity.
Slaves command warlords - no matter how young a battalion-level commander is, he is still a small warlord. For the rats, it is simply a great shame and humiliation.
But her neck was cut open by this damn pointed-eared thing along the way. There were already more than a dozen people and dozens of rats who had been whipped by her. The most annoying thing was that this pointed-eared thing was better than
They all need to be strong.
It is the nature of rats to obey the strong. If this strong man was not a pointy-eared thing and a slave, they would have been obedient long ago.
"What happened?"
The Skaven warlord's Skaven language quickly reached the ears of the elves.
If it weren't for the elves' much faster neural reactions, Hecate's language skills would still be incapable of understanding what the mice were saying.
"What's the rush?"
The accent in Hecate's words seemed strange, with a change of tone that the rats had never heard before, which was the trace left by the complex Druzil.
The rats heard the pointy-eared thing continue to speak slowly in that strange accent.
"There are no undead, and there is no magical energy to control the undead. The mountains over there are all monkeys, I mean, hairless monsters."
"What if there are only hairless monsters? We should end the battle as soon as possible. After the fight, go back to support the battlefield."
Naif, who was wearing a red armor, spoke.
The Skaven warlord who is spreading his nickname "Blood Armor" does not want to spend too long in this place with the pointy-eared thing. He also hopes to be appreciated by his old superior, the great Ikrit.
"No, there is a fortress built by humans over there made of stone. The wall is about six meters high. These rats like yours can't attack the city."
When Hecate said this, she looked at Eful again. This Skaven battalion commander had a squad of scouts.
"Where are the scouts exploring the underground path? They haven't come back yet?"
"Wait a moment, soon."
Eful didn't look as impatient as Neve at all. He continued to sit on the slave rat seat and bowed his head slightly to the elf.
Seeing that they were gradually showing signs of obedience, Wu Ling's eyes brought a smile.
The Skaven seem to be a very good slave race, and their training only requires such a short amount of time.
The reproductive cycle is short, the intelligence is high enough, and you can cannibalize yourself when there is not enough food. Compared with human slaves, it is much better.
This race, which is extremely complementary to the Druchi, is very important for the development of the New World.
The Witch Spirit, who was contemplating the grand plan for the future, was pulled back to his mind by the footsteps coming from behind.
This is a rat that just uses a tattered black cloth to cover the space between its legs and its four claws. The pure black dagger on its waist, which is completely non-reflective, also explains its identity.
"Scout? How's the situation?"
The scout ignored the Witch Spirit and only followed the warlord sitting on the slave rat. When Eful nodded, the scout lowered his head and said.
"There is only one intersection in the underground passage, and the hairless monster built a fortress there."
"In other words, our marching route is blocked?"
The wizard's face was fine, but the faces of the rats were a bit ugly, so the wizard asked about the rats instead.
"What do you think?"
"It's common practice to dig out a path, using picks and claws."
This is Zak Xid. On the way, the Witch Spirit heard from the rumors whispered among the rats that this rat seemed to have some connection with the people of the Barrier-breaking Clan.
The meaning of those few words was probably that during the long war in the past, he and the Barrier Breaker clan participated in the excavation work.
So, do you have a soft spot for the tactic of digging tunnels?
Before the wizard spirit could check the attitude of others, a high-pitched voice made the wizard spirit want to plug his ears - the ears of elves are indeed sensitive, but it also means that they are sensitive and fragile.
"No, we have six thousand men and horses, and we will spend a month or even several months here? What does Lord Ikrit think of us?"
It was Neveu in red armor who spoke out against the proposal.
For Neff, who has recently tried his best to create an image that he likes to fight head-on, bathing in the blood of his enemies - mainly ghouls and barbarians - and dyeing his armor red.
This tactic is unacceptable in terms of its own political interests.
"What should we do? Attack the city from the front? There is not even a siege ladder. You let the slave rats use sticks and weeds to rub it? There is no wood or grass here."
Toxide mocked.
"To capture that fortress, we don't need to dig very deep, we just need to dig the top of the passage."
Neff's rebuttal was still strong. He still remembered how surprised the Pyroman was when they dug a passage from the top of Nagash's skeleton to attack.
"Scout, what are the specific details of that fortress?"
The wizard ignored the quarrel and asked the scout again.
"It was probably built with stones as high as three slave rats, and the top was also tightly built with stones. There were holes in the middle of the stones. I don't know if they were arrow holes. The underground fortress blocked the two back roads, and it was the only one that could pass through.
, which is the stone door in the middle."
Then it will be difficult to fight.
Wu Ling held his head and felt that it was a little swollen.
"It's hard to fight from the front, and it's hard to fight underground. Damn it, Eski hasn't given me siege equipment yet."
Three thousand light and heavy infantry, attacking the camp outside, a fortress guarded by at least 1,500 people? Stop joking!
Wu Ling is not crazy enough to think that his two swords can split the city wall.
Thinking of this, Hecate's voice overwhelmed the rats who were still arguing.
"Give me a thousand elite men. Your black leather gadgets or larger ones will do."
"That's called a storm rat."
Among them, Ran Yedao has his black hair smooth and smooth.
"Storm? Does it mean that you will be chopped by my dagger like a storm?"
"Pointy-eared thing!"
All the Skaven are angry. Those who can become warlords are basically Stormvermins. They can tolerate the command of slaves now, but they absolutely cannot tolerate the insults of slaves.
But their anger was only met with a slap from the wizarding spirit at a speed that their eyes and bodies could not react to.
"Stop talking nonsense, I want a decisive and elite combat force."
The Witch Spirit stood in the middle of the group of rats and said to the rats who turned their heads away after being slapped.
"You crazy pointed-eared female rat, even simple training will take half a month. A large-scale battle is about to start today."
Neve shouted loudly.
"Of course, but now, I don't need training."
The Witch Spirit brought up the heavily armed warlord, threw him aside, and spoke to the other Skaven commanders.
"Come with me."
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Half an hour later, the selected Skaven gathered in a relatively flat cave in the tunnel.
The Witch Spirit took out her dagger, which had runes belonging to Kane that she described and carved by Eski.
It is not only used to enhance the reliability of the dagger, but is also a ceremonial weapon.
The witch spirit quickly and accurately opened a wound on the left chest and collarbone of the first rat, and blood flowed down the rat's fur.
While the blood had not dried up, Hecate quickly used the rats' own blood to write down the spell words that she had long known by heart.
Witch spirits do not know magic, but these spell words will still have effects, and their effects will come directly from Bloodhand Kane.
When the Wu Ling completed all his work, the eyes of the first batch of rats all appeared a brighter blood-red color than their original red eyes.