"After dismantling the Wind of Magic, you can get Dar. Speaking of Dar, the magic power we use from the Great Horned Rat is essentially the same, but you'd better not think that you can use it like pointy ears.
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Esky approached Aikins, who seemed to have no abnormality, and glanced at the slave rat over there, who had no blood on his nose, and then spoke.
"That is an area that only a naturally gifted spellcaster like me can touch. Most spellcasters concentrate on mastering one kind of magical wind, which is the limit of this life. Just like those hairless monsters." p>
"So, you'd better be proficient in the first five syllables of the Metal Wind spell I just taught. That is the basic spell to control the Metal Wind."
"If you can master the metal wind within three years, I will teach you other ways to use it."
Although those methods can only be known by going back and continuing to study the spell books of Tzeentch and Slaanesh, the engineer warlock still told the lie without changing his face.
Looking at the slave rat who was avoiding the apprentice's gaze, Eski turned around and continued to Atkinson without lowering his voice.
"In our society, second sight is considered a necessary condition for magic."
"First of all, it's because what we have to control is dangerous primitive magic power. The resistance of Skaven's body will at most delay our death by a few seconds."
"Secondly, magic is a strictly restricted technology in our clan. Since that devastating disaster, only the Skryre clan and the Prophet clan have been allowed to learn it,"
"Therefore, any place where you can learn magic will require that you must clearly see the magic energy before you are allowed to train as a formal mage."
As he spoke, Eski's eyes burst into green, and after a while, turned blue again.
"My second vision allows me to communicate with all magical energies. Whether it is to make them like me or make them obey me, it is relatively easy."
"But in fact, magic does not require second sight."
"Maybe you can't see the wind of magic, but if you can feel it and use your will to contact it and communicate with it, then you are already qualified to become a spellcaster."
"As long as you get in touch with the wind of magic, you can become an informal mage regardless of whether you have studied magic or not."
"The wind of magic will tell you mysterious knowledge, it will bring back the information you need, and it will guide you to read magic words you have never learned before, allowing you to further communicate with it."
On Esky's hand, some blue stripes that were half of the living electricity appeared, and he continued.
"With the wind of magic, everything is possible."
"In the past slave uprisings, this type of rats may have appeared from time to time. Otherwise, I would not be able to explain how slave rats with such low combat effectiveness could cause big trouble to the skilled Storm Rats and cost so many clans.
We paid a heavy price."
Aikins raised his brows and glanced at the slave rat next to him uneasily.
It seemed that he had thought of a scene where a dozen wild mages suddenly appeared among the slaves.
"Noble white-haired rat dad, my dear teacher, what are you implying?"
The apprentice's mouth was still glib, but his eyes were fixed on the slave rats, and then he still spoke derogatory words about the slaves.
"Are these slaves qualified to learn magic?"
Eski glanced at him, then looked at the slave rat who had only a wound on his nose but no more blood, and did not continue the topic.
After a moment of silence, he picked up a stone and put it on Akins' right paw, then picked up another stone and put it in his hand, and said to Akins...
"Apprentice, let's continue our course. What you have to do next is to turn the stone in your hand into a piece of iron and delay the expiration of the spell as much as possible."
With the yellow light in Eski's hand, the stone turned into black with metallic luster, and soon turned into white and gold.
After doing all this, he continued.
"If it can be maintained for a long time, try to turn it into silver. If it can be achieved again, turn it into gold."
"The more stable the substance is in terms of the concept of magic, the more difficult it is to realize it. Therefore, this kind of fool's gold is the ultimate topic in the past three years."
After speaking, the engineering warlock knocked the "gold" in his hand against the stone. When he came back, it had undergone obvious deformation, just like real gold.
Throwing the finished product aside, he stood slightly to the left, blocking the apprentice's realization of the slave rat.
Where the apprentice could not see it, several slave rats also secretly picked up a stone from the ground and stuffed it into their own tattered clothes.
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More than thirty minutes had passed since the Storm Rats broke through the Skeletons' battle line, but Ikrit clearly felt that the team had slowed down. The old warlord immediately knew based on past experience,
There was a strange rattle from a few hundred meters away, and Eshiliga immediately leaned over to Ikrit's side and said.
"There are other skeletons in the back, where the scouts can't detect them. According to my scouts' estimate, there are about three thousand."
"Push more troops up and follow closely, don't let those storm rats have the courage to retreat."
Ikrit ordered.
As the messenger quickly left, he turned his head and said to Esiliga.
"We knew this would be the result a long time ago. If the Stickman Monster was really stupid enough, we wouldn't have prolonged this damn mountain war for so many years."
He picked up the dimensional stone amulet on his chest and rubbed it. There were originally thirteen pieces of this thing, but half of them were broken the moment Lord Ikrit's sword blade penetrated Nagash's body.
The other half was shattered in Nagash's counterattack, and now only the two pieces at hand are left.
Ikrit's pink claws stopped playing with the magic weapon, and the warlord made his own decision.
"Ehiliga, take your scouts back, we can't afford the loss."
He was referring to those scouts, which had saved his life when Nagash encircled and suppressed his remaining soldiers. He would rather lose an additional 13-company brigade than suffer more than double-digit casualties from the scouts. p>
"I know."
A sound like an owl's cry came from Eshiliga's throat, and then more owls began to cry, spreading the signal further. This was the retreat signal agreed by the rebel lord within the clan.
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Taking advantage of this moment, another small team of messengers knelt in front of Ikrit.
The warlord gave them a new name.
"Commander, you go to these three positions separately, let the commander shrink the troops in the rear, and concentrate their troops to defend the main passage."
Ikrit pointed to the green marks of several traffic arteries at the back of the map, drew a circle with his paw on the entire map, and said to the ordering soldiers kneeling in the back row.
"You guys, go to other troops and ask all commanders to send the storm rats and relatively elite clan rats to us as much as possible. My personal guards and the defector lord are organizing a new assault force." After the warlord signaled them to leave, the messengers immediately ran in a dozen different directions, spreading the warlord's order to all the commanders. At this time, the warlord focused his energy on the Storm Rat who was as tall as him next to him.
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Putting his paws on the head of the Storm Rat behind him, Ikrit said to Eshiliga.
"I will lead half of the personal guards to leave. The rest of you will join the defection master to gather the newly transferred troops. After the temporary reorganization is completed, come back to support me."
After saying that, he turned his gaze to the eyes of the rat with his paw on top of his head.
"With you as the center, leave the part on the right to gather troops, and the rest, follow me to join the attack."
As soon as the voice fell, the warlord immediately called to the named Storm Rat, left Eshiliga's side, and walked in the direction of the passage.
Just as he was about to go out, the warlord casually grabbed a messenger who was following him.
"Commander, please mobilize the lunatic brigade to follow me and prepare to expand the spearhead of the attack."
Although they are called the Psycho Brigade, there is actually nothing special about them. They are just named after their leader, Chessen. Psycho, a guy who is really regarded as a psycho by the rat people.
"My master?"
The Storm Rat following him lowered his head in confusion and tried to ask his master.
"The longer the war drags on, the worse it will be for us. We need a sharp enough spearhead to achieve a breakthrough as soon as possible."
Back then, Nagash surrounded and suppressed his remnant troops with a thousand to one advantage, but he was still able to successfully burn down the ghoul's lair and turn a lot of monsters that didn't have time to enter the battlefield into ashes.
He can't mess up the current battle.
However, an unexpected person blocked his way.
"Quickwall?!"
The warlord looked at the gray prophet in front of him, a little confused.
Although for a long time, the Gray Prophet was the official supervisor of the Prophet clan in the underground fortress, and he was the commander-in-chief of the army, there was not much contact between them.
Most of the time, it was Wilsky, the real gray-clothed lord, who negotiated with him.
"The descendants of the Horned Rat need to unite."
The words in Quickwall's mouth were unnatural, as if they were being squeezed by something and jumping out, but Ikrit still responded quickly.
"You mean, Staden is dead, so you will help us?"
The warlord's speculation received no response, and the Gray Prophet was just silent for a while.
The changing magical aura on Quickwall's body and the faint sound of breathing beside the wrinkled nose of the Gray Prophet can tell the warlord that this is definitely not the Gray Prophet's old age and deafness.
"..."
After a long silence, suddenly, the magical aura around Quickwall became active. He recited a weak and imperceptible spell at high speed, and the green light concentrated on the "broken wooden stick" in the Gray Prophet's hand. p>
"Children of the Horned Rat, fight."
The Gray Prophet waved his staff and shouted these words without any passion, and the green light immediately spread out like a circle.
Not long after, the air was suddenly filled with a strong smell of battle, which was the effect of the collective eruption of the rat men's glands.
For rat people, such a collective gland eruption behavior is obviously unnatural.
However, the warlord has no time to care about natural and unnatural things. Ikrit is looking at his claws, clenching and unclenching them.
"High fighting spirit, no, it's not just that, my movements are more flexible."
Ikrit murmured to himself, and before this posture was revealed for long, he quickly returned to his previous appearance and cast a mocking gaze on the Gray Prophet.
"So many years ago, this is the first time that your Gray Prophets have directly provided me with help. Only Wilski could do that before."
"The Horned Rat is watching you."
In the gray prophet's two eyeball-less eye sockets, the green dimension stone is emitting a magical aura that even a mortal can understand.
The old warlord lowered his head slightly and said nothing.
He could see that the sarcoma on Quickwall's neck was still squirming, as if the sarcoma was thinking for the Gray Prophet, Ikrit thought viciously in his heart.
The gray prophet's wrinkled nose twitched again, and his ears, as thin as cicada wings, flapped, almost tearing off the nearby flesh. The dimensional stones in his eye sockets looked into the air.
"The battle has begun."
Quickwall murmured.
The warlord immediately gestured to his soldiers not to waste time here.
Fifty years ago, when the old warlord made this move, his movements were a little slow and he was almost sent to eternal sleep by Nagash.
"A small team of messengers, follow us."
After casually recruiting a team of messengers, Ikrit stepped on the steps composed of several slave rats and became the tallest one nearby.
The warlord looked down at the lunatic brigade that had just gathered. His sharp rattle made the soldiers' eyes focus on him.
"You short-lived rats, listen up."
"Whether the Horned Rat is watching us or not, we have to go back to the underground fortress, take back our mines, take back our ports, and take back our houses."
"Don't think that you can escape from here smoothly. If there is no fight, I can go back alone, but you... don't think that without the cover of a large army, you can escape the massacre of bones."
"In other words, if you refuse to fight and try to become a thing that lives in the sewer, eating other Skaven's excrement, you will have no chance to eat rat dung. You will definitely be killed by the undead and become the stickman monster.
Eternal service."
"Not even the Holy Spirit of Number 13, the great Horned Rat, can save your soul."
After saying that, Ikrit called to a guard and opened his backpack.
Inside was a flag composed of paw prints and other simple symbols. The warlord jumped down the slave rat steps and handed it personally to the flag bearer of the Psycho Brigade.
"Within half an hour of the Horned Rat, I want to see the glorious clan flag inserted into the eye sockets of those skulls."