The two red iron balls left a green trajectory in the air, and after flying for a few seconds, they fell almost simultaneously.
A cannonball hit the skeleton fifteen meters in front of Nagash. It bounced towards Nagash's chest. The remaining kinetic energy broke through the fire cloud that Nagash protected on his chest. The nearly twelve-pound shell
The armor on Nagash's chest was smashed open at a speed that Nagash didn't even react to.
Another cannonball shot past Nagash's head, but was blocked by the green fire cloud around the Necromancer. After breaking through this layer of defense, it only smashed a few skeletons and lost its kinetic energy. p>
Looking at the cannonball embedded in his chest like a strange-shaped breast shield, Nagash let out an angry hiss in his throat.
What a miserable beast, how dare you!
Nagash could feel that his black ribs, which had been strengthened by burning stones, cracked under the impact of the shells.
Burning Stone's ability is still repairing these bones, but the weak curse on the cannonballs still creates some obstacles to this repair effect.
Taking down the blazing cannonball that almost melted his breastplate, the shriveled flesh and black bones in his hand were burned into a puff of smoke by the still dark red cannonball.
A burst of intermittent laughter came from the dark necromancer's shriveled throat, and his rotten face became more and more distorted.
"You evil beasts, do you really want to die?"
The fire cloud around Nagash extinguished, and the blackness on his body became darker without the green flames. A burst of smoke appeared around the Necromancer, spinning like a whirlwind in the wilderness.
"Fuck!"
When Eski saw this scene, he immediately thought of what the Necromancer was doing.
The engineering warlock grabbed the Gray Prophet with one claw, a burst of green lightning flashed, and green smoke exploded on the high platform.
When the smoke dissipated, both mages disappeared.
"Quezal, hold on! I'll call for reinforcements."
The leader of the Storm Rats who stayed on the high platform listened to the engineering warlock's voice gradually disappearing, with a look of confusion on his face.
The next moment, a mummy wearing gorgeous exotic clothes suddenly appeared in front of him.
The necromancer angrily discovered that he had lost the trace of the damn white-haired mouse. When his teleportation skill was completed, there was only a tall black-skinned mouse with a short sword drawn out in front of him.
It was as if the white-haired evil beast also activated teleportation at the same time as he activated it.
The surrounding Storm Rats swarmed forward. Whether it was the order of the Engineer Warlock or the needs of the current battle situation of the rats, they all knew that they needed to kill this dead thing that was no longer on fire.
The necromancer grabbed Quetzal's neck and squeezed it hard. The fragile bones of the storm rat made a crisp sound. Then, the black-skinned rat stopped moving, and the magic power of the soul flowed into the body of the necromancer.
Although its taste is not as good as burning stone (dimensional stone), the soul of this mouse is indeed a rare delicacy.
The rats have surrounded him.
The four strong Storm Rats hugged Nagash's limbs tightly, preparing to use their heavy armor and their own strength to trap the Necromancer.
The two spears followed the gap under the armor and pierced the enchanted scales on Nagash's abdomen. The tip of the Storm Rat's spear pierced into Nagash's chest and abdomen, but they did not find it as they expected.
Soft organs.
Some kind of hard object stopped their attempt to expand the wound.
The axemen, working with the spear rat, struck Nagash's breastplate and back in tandem, causing two shining sparks.
But the Necromancer is not a puppet left to their attack.
Just as their joint attack failed, the Necromancer tore the Storm Rat holding its right hand into two pieces, including its armor and body.
He clenched the long sword in his hand and cut neat cuts into the heads and helmets of the spear-wielding Storm Rat and Axeman.
More rats swarmed up, and continued to try to hug Nagash's limbs like crazy. More Storm Rats' axes, pickaxes, and warhammers fell on Nagash at the same time, and he was crushed by the cannonballs.
Go down and get above the breastplate.
This made Nagash stagger, and he was almost thrown to the ground by the rats.
The Rats seized this opportunity and faced another burst of output. Skaven, who was attacking from behind, seemed to have found the unprotected part between the gaps in the armor, and aimed three axes at Nagash's spine.
There were slight bruises on the spine, but even such injuries made Nagash's proud heart unbearable.
A green smoke flashed through, and the high temperature and fire cloud covering the Necromancer's body shone again for a moment.
The rats that were blocking Nagash turned into fragile blocks under the high-temperature flames just now.
However, even such an attack could not make these dirty beasts in front of them escape.
The distorted faces of the rats in front of me were full of resentment.
But their attacks were even weaker than before.
All the weapons that were about to come into contact with the Necromancer were turned into scrap metal by the magic power he released. The only thing left for the rats was to pick up a shield to resist as many attacks as possible.
Nagash cursed the rats in the ancient Nehekhara language, while using the sword in his hand to chop the rats who were holding shields to resist the attack, including their wooden shields inlaid with metal and his whole rat into pieces.
Neatly cut into two pieces.
These ordinary rats, ordinary mortals, actually forced him to use the precious power of burning stones, which is unforgivable!
And that damn white-haired rat!
"Get up!"
Nagash pulled up the rat corpse that had just fallen but was still intact, as his new eternal warrior.
The Storm Rats in the Quetzalcoat Camp still persisted in fighting, but seeing the change in the balance of power between the enemy and ourselves, even the most determined Storm Rats had a flash of panic in their eyes.
The necromancer is not in a hurry. As long as these relatively tall rats are defeated, it is only a matter of time before he finds the white-haired beast.
On the other side, Esky turned over and found a transport truck hidden at the far end of the passage. The disassembled wheels made it look like it was abandoned.
There is a large bale of straw placed on the surface of the transport truck, which makes even the poor clan rats have little interest in this inedible thing.
Of course, these straws are not important. What is important is that there is a lead-sealed box inside - this box was originally brought by Eski for safety.
"It's you, Mobrier, my dear clerk."
As Eski said, he opened the gray box, which even had a green magic seal on it.
The purple object contained inside was an ugly rat that had mostly turned into purple flesh. Eski suspected that his soul had been twisted to the point where it no longer resembled a rat.
"Go and corrupt everything, whether it's rats or whatever, block that damn dead man's head."
Eski threw the ball of purple flesh into the air with a claw, his staff lit up with a blue-green light, and he chanted a spell at high speed.
A whistling whirlwind carried the lump of meat and headed towards the high platform that was still transformed into a battlefield.
Seeing that the piece of meat had successfully arrived at the place where it should go, Eski breathed a sigh of relief, put the Gray Prophet on his back with his paws and backhand, and quickly ran towards the underground fortress. p>
"Little engineer warlock, this is the battlefield, where do you want to take me?"
Quickwall's mouth smelled like it had not been cleaned for a long time, and even with a respiratory filter mask on, Eski could still smell it.
The smell was like walking through the Skaven-like passages filled with old excrement, which made Esky couldn't help but put down the Gray Prophet, who was covered in deformations.
"Go anywhere without that monster. My current equipment can't deal with Nagash."
Looking at the gray prophet's faint green "eyes", the engineering warlock added.
"I've tried my best."
Eski does not believe that he needs to bear the main responsibility for this battle.
None of the nominal commanders of the clans were present at the scene. If anything, it should be Ikrit, Versky, Shirik, and Vitrik who were in charge.
Even the Gray Prophet is not responsible.
The artillery shells all hit Nagash, but it was useless, and Nagash teleported over to kill people. What else could he do?
"Listen to the Gray Seer, later you can tell me that I was injured by Nagash and can no longer fight technically. I have to go back and make a weapon that can kill that thing."
With that said, Eski took out half of the remaining property from his pocket, handed it into the hands of the Gray Prophet, and continued.
"The rune iron ball is obviously not powerful enough. We must use a dimensional stone bomb to blow that thing into ashes. We have to use a living dead."
"The living dead, the living dead."
Gray Prophet said as if talking to himself, and pushed back the dimensional stone coin in Eski's hand as if to shirk.
His thin ears flapped, and the hair and skin on his head seemed to fall off again, and the blind eyes of the dimension stone became dim again.
"I have initially been able to use this kind of thing, but at such a close distance, if I pick up a dead person, the thing will immediately take away the control."
Eski thought that the Gray Prophet was dissatisfied with his progress, so he hurriedly explained, but then found that the Gray Prophet did not respond at all.
So, he cursed again in the direction of the battlefield.
"Idiot Storm Rat, the warpstone powder and gunpowder barrels are over there, use these things to blow up the damn dead things!"
Seeing the Gray Prophet acting like he was disconnected, the Engineer Warlock squatted on the ground and felt regretful.
If the world of the order race means that one of you betrays me, the world of the rat people probably means that one of you does not betray me.
This kind of friendship without betrayal is indestructible in a sense in the rat society.
He wanted to use this method to strengthen his connection with the Gray Prophet, especially the Gray Prophet who was a former member of the Council of Thirteen.
But I didn’t expect that this old guy would be so difficult to deal with.
While he was troubled, the person he was cursing in his heart put his paw on his shoulder.
"No, little engineer, we have to go back and continue fighting."
"What!"
Before Eski could continue to ask questions, the Gray Prophet grabbed Eski and disappeared with a burst of green lightning using the same method.
When the picture in front of them became clear again, the engineer warlock and the gray prophet returned to the previous battlefield.
The chaos on the battlefield still did not stop. The Storm Rats maintaining their formation below did not dare to support, while the Clan Rats and the remaining members of the Storm Rat Battalion were in a stalemate with Nagash and his undead.
Even this stalemate situation relies on the presence of a rat wearing a gray shawl.
"That's it! Lord Versky!"
Under the siege of thousands of rats, the members of the Thirteen-person Council competed with Nagash in swordsmanship.
Perhaps it was Nagash's lack of rearguard, or perhaps Nagash was weak enough after being attacked previously. For a moment, Versky actually had the upper hand.
The large dimensional stone embedded in the sword gives the blade a special special energy, allowing it to explode ordinary metal at a glance, and offset the enchanted defense, resulting in the same effect as a 40K power sword.<
/p>
Just like now, Lord Wilski cut off Nagash's shoulder armor and stuck the long sword in Nagash's broken bone.
But that's it. While Werski's sword was stuck in his bones, a black-green gas floated out of Nagash's body and Werski's hands were merely tied to Nagash's body.
.
The other hand is preparing to release a green electric light.
Quickwall quickly raised his staff, letting the spell that bound Werski loosen for a while. The flash in Nagash's hand penetrated Werski's collarbone and missed the vital point - the spell was loosened just now.
Let the gray lord break free from Nagash's control.
But the current battle situation is very unfavorable. The gray-clothed lord is seriously injured, and it is impossible for the rats to maintain their offensive.
Like a drama, Ikrit and Eshiliga appeared in front of and behind Nagash at the same time. Ikrit slashed his sword from the air, forcing Nagash to take a step back. p>
Eshiliga's black dagger penetrated the inside of Nagash's armor from behind, causing his spine to be injured again.
The two lords obviously did not think that they could kill Nagash in this way. After giving Nagash the blow, several Storm Rats behind Iklit quickly hid among the rats while carrying Verski. The two lords also quickly went into hiding under the new offensive led by Storm Rat.
Eski followed their disappearing figures and saw his previous battlefield. The two cannons that had not been reset in the soft straw were not destroyed!
Esky gritted his teeth.
"Fuck me."
Teleport.
Esky moved to the previous fort, which was about ten meters behind Nagash.
The latter is still fighting with the lord and cannon fodder. Perhaps it is the magical energy on Lord Wilski's sword that prevents the necromancer from noticing the traces of magic behind him, and the engineering warlock can stay here safely for the time being.
He originally planned to activate the spell again when the situation was bad, but now... the engineer warlock quickly grabbed dozens of grains of gunpowder from the gunpowder barrel, shook the dimensional stone powder on his waist and stuffed it into the barrel of the gun.
, compact it with a pressure rod.
The chaotic energy in the body strengthened its own strength, and the ramrod pushed the rune's iron ball into the barrel at a speed that other rats could not achieve.
Everything happened within twenty seconds, and the gun barrel was already aimed at Nagash's back, which was still fighting with the rats.