Chapter 88: The Coup and the End of the Gray Prophet (2)
The Gray Prophet’s attitude is extremely tough.
Recalling how Quickwall was sometimes weak and sometimes energetic before, Ikrit lowered his head and exposed his neck.
To the old warlord, the performance of the Gray Prophet could only be the oracle of the Horned Rat.
After lowering his head for a long time, Ikrit didn't hear the Gray Prophet's voice, and seemed to have let him go.
Looking up, I saw that the gray prophet had quietly moved to the side of the white-haired engineering warlock.
"Eski...your men...believed in the Dark Prince."
Quickwall's words came one after another, like a cassette projector.
The energy of chaos was properly controlled in a small area, emitting a burst of white-green mist with spiritual light.
The dimension stone in the blind eye bloomed and a green light was projected on Eski's claws.
"I can smell the blood from your body...go and bring victory to the underground empire...you just...did a great job."
Eski exposed his neck and remained humble enough to the Gray Prophet for a while before speaking.
"I need more slave rats, materials, and time. The attack just now can't kill Nagash. Now I..."
Before the engineering warlock could finish speaking, the old guy's claws grabbed Esky's shoulders, and his sharp claws penetrated into the flesh, pulling the white-haired rat's head up and looking into his eyes.
"Go fight, fight."
The green light of the warpstone reflected in Esky's pupils, and suddenly, the scratches on his right paw, part of the tissue behind his eyes, and part of the brain connected to them began to hurt more and more.
I don't know how long this situation lasted. When he woke up, he found that Lord Ikrit had already pulled him away from the high platform.
The white-haired rat raised his head and looked towards the high platform. Quickwall was holding his staff, which looked tattered but was actually wrapped with chaotic and orderly energy. He knelt on the ground and murmured some words.
What.
"The old madman is back again, let's go first."
Ikrit pulled Eski and said, tilting his head, suggesting that Eshiriga on the side also came closer.
"So, what's going on?"
The hair of the white-haired engineer warlock stood on end, and the hair all over his body seemed to have exploded.
"Our dear old engineering warlock, where is Vitrik? Damn it, there were only two of my cannons on the battlefield just now, and there were no other Skulli creations. If my luck was even worse, I would die.
!"
Eski's voice became louder and louder, and he complained more and more sharply to the old warlord and Eshiliga, which caused the defector to cast a slightly irritated look at him.
Before, Eshiliga thought that the engineering warlock was not a person who liked to talk casually, so the defector spoke up.
"If you say that, my brother is also dead."
The rat language under the black robe made Eski feel funny, and he laughed.
"Brother? Where did Skaven come from?!"
When the rats are young, they eat each other in the breeding pits. Only white-haired rats like Eski or gray-haired rats like Quickwall will get special treats.
preferential treatment.
The rat under the black robe said with a hint of sadness in his words.
"Emiga, a good rat man, he and I were born from the same female rat in the same nest. To me, he was really a good brother. He also died in the hands of the stickman just now." "Nestmate? Are you talking about those things that will eat you when you are born? I can't feel how sad you are."
"Shut up, rat boy, if I had sent a poisoned dagger into your brain sixty years ago, you would have done a great job today, so that your head can rest safely on your neck.
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After intimidating the engineering warlock, the resentment of the black-robed rats was directed at Ikrit.
"Are you just watching the show?"
The rebel leader looked at the chaotic rats around him again and roared.
"Gather all your Rickeks together."
"Eshiriga, I know what to do. You old fool, it's definitely not that easy for Staden to break through. I have enough time."
As Ikrit said, he summoned a few smart clan rats and sent them running towards the chaos.
"What about Wilsky? Can we find a way to take away his overflow?"
Eshiliga pointed to the rats with different clan patterns engraved on their armor. The half of the rats were from the Violski clan.
"Don't worry about them. There are no stickman monsters. The Rikaike clan has enough troops. Don't waste time."
Eshiliga couldn't help but twitch at the corners of his eyes that were covered with hair and black cloth. Ikrit and his financial situation can only be said to be not bad, if the Overflow clan cannot be used as cannon fodder...
Ikrit's paw rested on the shoulder of the rebel leader.
"I would rather lose a little than Staden has the chance to run away."
While the Rat Gate was busy sending his compatriots to see the Horned Rat, they were at the other end, in the underground passage of Cripple Peak.
A shriveled corpse lying on a green sedan was carried deep into the fortress by the skeletons. This was Nagash who had been seriously injured before.
Lying down on the sedan, the green runes on the black bones flashed slightly, but other than that, there was no movement.
If it weren't for the shimmering light of these runes, anyone who looked at it would only think that this shriveled corpse with a round sphere embedded on its back was completely dead.
An unexpected blazing rune shell blasted into Nagash's back. Although it failed to completely break his spine, it still stuck to his back armor.
Nagash's cold and powerful will had to weaken due to his physical weakness. Just maintaining control of the undead army and maintaining his own body had already reached the limit of the mental ability he could control.
The cannonballs on his back need to be taken out by his loyal servants before he can repair the black bones that glow with green, which are made more difficult to repair by the rune cannonballs.
Old injuries have not healed, and new ones have been added. Nagash estimates that it will take five years for his injuries to return to the way they were before the war.
Damn mice, you are lucky enough to let you live five more years.
The flames in Nagash's eyes lit up for a moment, and then quickly extinguished. Just now, his body had a tendency to continue to disintegrate, and he could only give up and let his body make more movements. p>
And his dark and weakened will continues to sense the situation on the battlefield.
In the remote mining area, several groups of skeletons came to support and were destroyed. There was also a fortress that seemed to have been lost, presumably ambushed by the rats.
In the sixth mining area, those damn rats who injured him appeared again in the perception of the undead army.
The cold supreme will appeared in the mind of Nagash's servant.
"My slave, kill those rats."
Such an order caused the scattered skeletons in the underground to gather together and surround the rats. At the same time, Nagash was still thinking about what the rats wanted to do.
The escape route of the rats in the Sixth Mining Area was blocked, as if they were sent to die, but the group of rats that injured him are coming here again.
Like relying on abandoned children to create tactical opportunities.
Nagash's cold will was invested in the skeletons on the front line, and the scenes on the front line were transmitted to the consciousness of the necromancer through the souls of the skeletons.
Here is a large group of rats huddled together, including many tall black rats with stronger combat power.
These black rats formed a barely wedge-shaped formation at the front.
At the front of the wedge formation is a rat with gray fur all over his body. A box with a gorgeous decoration hangs around his neck. The rat is sucking some green smoke from the box and releasing it between the skeletons.
With green flames.
The undead are afraid of fire, and for a moment, the gray-haired rat was able to clear a breakout passage between the army.
The rats behind them swarmed in through the opening they broke through, and the undead army with the numerical advantage was actually cut open bit by bit.
Nagash can understand all this.
The front lines are all composed of skeleton warriors and skeleton spearmen. Even the ghouls have not yet been deployed. There is also a mage among them. The current battle situation is not surprising.
If he goes to the battlefield in person, this group of rats will soon be destroyed. Even without any intervention, these rats will eventually be drowned by the sea of skeletons.
But...
Nagash's will switched to tracking the skeletons of the group of rats that injured him. This group of rats was still rapidly approaching the rats in the sixth mining area.
If it were to create a tactical opportunity, they would not leave behind a rat with powerful spellcasting ability.
This kind of rat has become quite rare in the past decades of war. Obviously, for this dirty race, spellcasters are still quite precious.
The conclusion is obvious. This group of rats is trying to confirm the death of the gray-haired rat.
As soon as the necromancer thought, the undead in the sixth mining area immediately changed the way they fought.
Just in front of that gray rat, the undead retreated faster and faster.
At the same time, a huge number of skeletons began to move in the underground passage. In a dark pit, the surface of four scorpion-like structures became brighter.
The Necromancer's will travels underground, and at the same time, the rats still keep marching in haste.
"We have to make a plan, is it to clean up Nagash's skeletons, or what?"
As Eski ran, he looked at Ikrit uneasily and said.
All wars will not develop as planned, but planning is still necessary.
Just like the previous formation that enhanced the projection of the Horned Rat, although they were breached to the rear as Nagash used short-distance teleportation, they still prevented the skeletons from breaking through the front and joining forces with Nagash.
Now, the marching formation of Iklit's army looks like a broken army.
But Ikrit didn't care about this and did not stop his rapid march. He took a breather and said to the white-haired rat.
"There are no tactics, let's go and make peace with Vitrik first."
The white-haired engineer warlock was left confused and continued running.
Soon, Esky knew why he called, there is no strategy.
At a fork in their road leading to the sixth mining area, Ikrit stopped his previous rapid march, and a golden and gray-black machine appeared in front of the white-haired engineering warlock.
This is a huge flamethrower, mounted on a vehicle pulled by slave rats, equipped with metal wheels that are more than half the height of a rat, and a huge metal suspension.
From the appearance, the structure of this injector is quite simple. At the rear is a combustion chamber that looks like it is made of bronze, and at the front are the draft tube and nozzle made of the same material.
All structures used to guide energy seem to be integrated into the interior of these structures.
As the slave rat pushed forward, the steel tires and bearings below made a harsh friction sound. Esky approached Vitrik who was standing on the flamethrower and asked.
"You use bronze as a material, aren't you afraid that it will melt directly?"
At first, Esky was not sure that the golden color in front of him was the color of bronze. After getting closer, he discovered something was wrong in terms of texture.
Whitrick's one eye stared at him and then turned back.
"It doesn't matter, I have enough slave rats."
Esky stopped talking. Indeed, most engineering warlocks are used to making equipment from materials that are relatively easy to make.
While his soldiers are all equipped with steel armor, some clans are even using bronze armor.
The white-haired engineer warlock glared at Vitrik from behind again and walked to the side of the great warlord's team.
None of the soldiers around him belong to him. As long as Nagash does not appear, he has the confidence to leave the battlefield with the ability to teleport, which is nothing more than a big political problem.
As time passed, more than 30 minutes of marching from fast to slow passed. Under Ikrit's greeting, the team changed from a posture like a broken army to an orderly one.
However, the engineering warlock's face was not very good-looking, and so were Ikrit and Eshiliga beside him.
Eshiliga even took off the black cloth on his head, revealing his face, his nose twitching in an effort to smell something in the air.
There is only one reason for everything, and there are indeed too few obstacles encountered along the way.
Did Nagash really mobilize all the skeletons to besiege Staden?
"Lord of the rebels, did your scouts bring back the news? It was too quiet along the way."
The white-haired engineering warlock couldn't help but ask.
"Shut up, little rat. You have no right to speak here."
As Esiliga spoke, his nose was still twitching in the air, but his nose, which could smell smells from several kilometers away, still did not give him any abnormal feedback, only the common smell of rats and feces.
"He's right, Eshiliga, it went so smoothly. There were only a few scattered skeletons on the road, and there wasn't even an army to stop us. We brought this thing with us in a big way."
Ikrit pointed at the flamethrower and said.
"Although, I also want to say that maybe the stickman is too seriously injured, but I don't dare to act on this idea."
"Last time, your scouts told me that there were only 1,000 skeletons here. Although the leader was fed poisoned wine by the Prophet Council, which was considered an early punishment, this kind of information still caused me heavy losses."
Speaking of this, Ikrit's eyes seemed to shine brightly.
The reason why Eshiliga, who had a higher status than him at the time, got on the same boat as him was because Eshiliga's intelligence made a big mistake, and in order to protect himself in front of the parliament, he had to join forces with him.
Now, he seemed to smell that smell again, not with his nose, but with his brain.
"Are you sure that the Stickman Monster didn't ambush us?"
"Can't."
Eshiliga looked around as if an enemy was about to appear.
"My scouts all went out and came back successfully, but I'm not sure."