Nagash followed the trajectory of the cannonball whose nearest impact point was less than thirty meters away from him, and saw the white-haired rats one kilometer away.
The two iron balls contained the energy of the burning stone that he was very familiar with, so they could also stop the functioning of the broken skeletons.
The wanton chaos energy and the curse on the iron ball dispelled the undead energy covering the dead body, and at the same time, these bones and rotten flesh could no longer withstand the erosion of new magical energy.
The rats around the white-haired rat are still busy, obviously preparing for the next attack.
Nagash's black teeth were slightly parted, and he let out a harsh and intrusive laugh.
The power of the warpstone flowed through every part of his body, and finally they converged on Nagash's right hand, shining through the black bones and becoming brighter and brighter in the passage.
Cold sweat broke out on Eski's head. He knew that this was a sign that Nagash was about to launch an attack.
The two artillery pieces were still being loaded. No matter what, he had to attack this time.
Damn it, where are Ikrit and Versky?!
Before he had time to think, the green light in Nagash's hand had disappeared, replaced by green flames. They surged out like fire dragons, tumbling towards Eski from the space at the top of the cave.
Some rats who stood relatively taller and were affected by the raging fire dragon had black-green gas coming out of all the holes in their bodies. Their fur, eyes, and flesh were burned away in the next moment. The remaining green energy in their bodies
It ends with an explosion.
The explosion affected surrounding friendly forces and caused a large number of casualties.
A thick green lightning shot out, which was the dimensional lightning released by Esky. The engineering warlock tried to use energy shock to at least deflect the spell.
In such a narrow passage, any deflection is enough to cause the spell to explode.
Although it is likely to affect hundreds of rats, hundreds of clan rats are insignificant compared to the artillery and lives of the engineer warlocks.
However, everything did not go as the engineering warlock expected.
The lightning concentrated the fire dragon, causing only a little ripple at the front of the spell, and then the green flames continued to rush towards Eski without slowing down.
The engineering nurse cursed in shock and anger.
"Damn you! That's 60% of my dimensional energy!"
Without enough time to think about it, Eski picked up the packet of warpstone powder used to prepare gunpowder and poured all the remaining green powder into his mouth.
After swallowing half a kilogram of high-purity warpstone powder, Esky felt as if his internal organs were being burned by fire.
The most uncomfortable thing is the brain, with all kinds of chaotic thoughts surging, and even his own things that he has no idea where they come from are spinning around in his brain.
The engineer warlock used up his last sanity to recite the oracle words he needed to read.
Dimensional stance!
The engineering warlock's eyes flashed with green light, and the green chaotic energy faintly formed a large curved horn on his head. A mist that was so thick that it could almost obscure his vision formed a ring and enveloped the position five meters in front of the engineering warlock. p>
The green flames hit the shield hard.
The blazing green heat flow was directed around by the arc-shaped shield, impacting the rocks above and below, even forming impact quartz.
Esky suspected that his shield would be unable to withstand it in the next second, but at this moment, the heat flow dissipated in the air.
"Young engineer sorcerer, it is the most stupid behavior to forcefully apply spells."
Eski turned around, and it was the Gray Prophet he thought had slipped away, Quickwall.
"Dispersing spells is an effective means of long-distance spell fighting."
As the Gray Prophet spoke, the tumors on his gray skin seemed to be squirming. He picked up the rough staff, and the white mist became particularly noticeable under his second sight.
This white aura, which was actually composed of chaotic warpstone energy, swung toward the passage and penetrated into Nagash's second magical flame.
Quickwall raised the staff with his wrinkled and deformed gray claws and waved them in the air at a specific frequency. The blind eyes replaced by the warpstone showed a green aura.
"We will always encounter opponents whose magic power is far greater than ours."
Gray Prophet said, pointing his staff in the direction of the attack.
"Any spell has its inherent connection with the Chaos Demon Realm, where all the winds of magic come from. At the same time, the effect of the spell also depends on the caster's will overlaying the spell."
White light burst out from the green flame fire dragon, annihilating the entire fire dragon in mid-air, leaving not even a heat wave behind.
"We only need to use a small amount of energy to cut off the energy connection, or dispel the will's change in the magical energy, so that the spell can be eliminated invisible."
Quickwall weakly said something that seemed easy enough, but it was obviously not that easy to dispel Nagash's spell.
Cutting off the connection between magic and its source is nothing more than a theoretical technique and a common practice. It also eliminates the caster's will from the magic energy and returns the magic energy to its original properties.
To eliminate Nagash's overriding will, only Quickwall, a former member of the Council of Thirteen, must deal with it with all his strength.
"Is this a technology unique to Gray Prophets?"
Eski asked, he probably understood somewhat of what the Gray Prophet was doing.
Quickwall concentrated the energy of the warpstone to the extreme, and "cast" a hard shell for this energy with spells, so that after this energy enters the spell, it will not be consumed by the huge energy of the spell itself.
All.
Based on the energy that has entered the spell, it eliminates the will of the caster in every trace of magical energy, and then makes the entire spell disappear out of thin air.
The Gray Seer turned around and looked at Eski, his failing blind eyes still able to see through the warpstone.
"It's you engineers who rely too much on those machines."
Quickwall pointed at the two cannons and said.
"The magic power given by the Horned Rat and the application of this magic power are the foundation of Skaven. You guys are just heresy."
"It sounds like we, the Skryre clan, are being asked to merge with your Gray Seers."
The engineer warlock sneered.
There was no smile on Gray Prophet's face, and a little green light shone in his blind eyes.
"This is best for the Skaven."
"But for the Chief Engineer Warlock, for me, no."
Quickwall shook his head and stopped persuading.
He didn't think it was the right thing to do like Mosquita and turn himself into a metal can.
Indeed, Mosquita is five times as old as his old bones, but he cannot taste the delicious food, and he has no pursuit of the power and luxury that the Skaven are eager to enjoy.
In Quickwall's view, Mosquita is nothing more than a zombie.
"The Pyro is casting spells again! Engineer Warlock!"
The clan rats shouted, and these sharp warning sounds made the gray prophets and engineer warlocks realize that they were still on the battlefield.
"Hurry up and push!"
cried the engineer warlock.
The gunpowder has been compacted, but the pre-marked cannonballs are still stuck in the barrel and will take some time to insert.
This time, Nagash did not choose to directly attack the high platform here.
His magical energy covered those skeletons.
Originally, there were only skeletons in the skull with visible magic aura flashing, along with their armor, weapons, and even every bone in the body, all carrying this black-green energy.
The spear formations and halberd formations of the rats seemed to be of no use to these skeletons.
The three rows of Skaven at the front were soon sent to the Chaos Demonic Realm by the same spear formation of the skeletons.
Although a few of the rats saw that the situation was bad and immediately took out maces and axes and other weapons from their waists and threw them at the skeletons, in general, the undead did not suffer any losses.
The warlords who arranged their troops never thought that they could cause losses to the skeletons.
Their usefulness was still to come. The dead rats and the spears and halberds nailed to the ground hindered the progress of the skeletons. This made the rats in the back row bloodthirstyly smash open the skulls and bodies of their dead compatriots and steal their own.
The melee soldiers were able to get close to the skeletons' line.
Spear fighting is ineffective against the rats, but close combat is disadvantageous to these skeletons with fragile body structures.
"Nagash's strengthening spell is of little use in such a narrow passage. He is just doing useless work."
While making fine adjustments to the muzzle based on the last ballistic results, Eski asked the Gray Prophet.
"Where are Lord Ikrit and Lord Versky? Where have they retreated? There are more than 3,000 personal guards around them."
Eski didn't believe that there were so many elites, and both lords were killed.
"When it's time to come, they will come."
The Gray Prophet’s confused answer also focused on the battlefield in front of him.
As he spoke, Nagash released another green flame fire dragon that fluttered into the rat-men's line. In an instant, hundreds of rat-men were burned and exploded by the flames.
The broken pieces of the breastplate and helmet hit the shields of the rats behind them, almost piercing them.
This terrifying scene made the rats’ legs shake as if they were sifting chaff.
Their companions fell down in an instant, reminding them of what they were fighting and why they were driven into such a place.
Everything is to make them die slower, but they are planned to die here after all.
"Hold them all to me, pounce on them, bite their bones to pieces, and knock out their rotten marrow."
Standing in their positions, the warlords roared angrily.
The rats in front are about to be broken through, and the nearest skeleton is less than 200 meters away from the warlords. Only now have the warlords truly understood their role.
Indeed, just as expected.
The Stormvermin put their hands on the entrance just to let them and their men die together.
When more than half of the casualties are lost, the clan needs to use them, the evil little warlords, as sharp knives to push back the skeletons' front.
In this way, the Storm Rats in the rear can put down a batch of 13*13*13 and enter the passage, so that this war of attrition can continue.
The warlords know that they can no longer survive, but in a place like this, if they can be seen by the Horned Rat, they may be able to upgrade their mortal souls to demons in the Chaos Demon Realm.
War roars that were not like human voices erupted from the throats of the thirteen rats. The shrill sounds seemed to have magic power, leading the rats in front of and behind them to surge forward.
Their minds become empty and crazy.
The ax cut off the spine of the skeleton, the hammer cracked the skull open, and the claws broke the ribs under their armor one by one.
Use the spikes on your shield and helmet to push these bone things back!
The artillery shells whizzing behind them fell into the skeletons' line, and the flames rushing over their heads seemed to be roasting them, but they dissipated in the air before falling.
The warlords continued to advance forward as if they were unaware of anything.
Under the desperate assault of the rats, the battle line advanced more than a hundred meters in the direction of Nagash in just ten minutes.
All along the way were the fluffy corpses of rats and the broken green-black bone fragments of skeletons - the result of Nagash using strengthening magic again.
However, that’s the end of it.
Due to the accumulation of corpses and bone fragments, the floor of the battlefield has become higher, and the number of rats has become smaller.
Only less than a thousand of the rats are left, and only two of the thirteen small warlords are left.
The spikes on their helmets were covered with debris from broken bones and metal. The warlord on the left had his claws completely twisted off by the skeletons, and the warlord on the right also lost the ability to fight because of an obvious concave mark on his abdominal armor.
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The warlords looked at the skeletons in front of them and stretched out their mouths to bite the skeletons' necks. At the same time, their bodies were pierced through the gaps in the armor by the skeletons.
The rats behind the warlord followed them and rushed to a distance of two hundred meters away from the entrance. Only then did the Storm Rats open the entrance, preparing to put down a group of rats to go in for support.
Esky knew that it was time for him to take action. He needed to buy time for the next batch of rats to enter.
He had previously fired five rounds of shots at the skeletons, hindering the timely reinforcements of the skeleton troops. Quickwall helped him deal with Nagash's crazy spellcasting.
At such a long distance, Nagash is currently unable to do anything to them.
This time, the project aimed at Nagash.
After correction based on the previous trajectory, the impact point of the cannonball will be within 20 meters of Nagash as the center. If the Horned Rat protects it, one shot will hit.
Nagash's strength is obviously different from the one in the Engineer Warlock's impression.
Too weak.
If it were Nagash at the end of his life, Esky has no doubt that he would have become a dead man loyal to Nagash by now.
Now, a member of the Council of Thirteen can block Nagash's magic.
Maybe, if this shot continues, it can have unexpected effects on Nagash?