"Short-sighted!" Klitslik became angrier as he thought about it. He believed that he was the only Skaven loyal to the Horned Rat God. The other gray seers in the clan either fought with each other or, hehe, stared at it.
Location.
When you get older, you always like to reminisce. Human beings are like this, and rats are no exception. Klitslik remembered how he made himself the only candidate for the position of high priest without leaving any trace when he was young, and how he fought against Pace.
The Tiren clan makes them suffer from both sides like they are in a bellows, but they dare not speak out when they are angry.
This is the case with the rats. The high priest of Gray Claw, who stands at the pinnacle of power, calls for an end to internal fighting and maintains unity, while internally suppressing the Gray Prophets who challenge his status; externally suppressing other clans that challenge the authority of the Gray Prophet clan, and the rats below are also like this.
Why can't they imitate others?
"Everyone, what do you mean?" The bell rang again, which brought Klitslik back to his senses from the memories of the turbulent years. He knocked on the table with the scepter in his hand, signaling to stop the discussion.
The congressmen who had been chatting animatedly before suddenly fell silent. They began to look at each other, and no one was willing to speak. This is the first rule of the Thirteenth Council, and they will never express their position clearly.
"You, what do you think?" The high priest was obviously used to all this. He nodded at the fourth seat of the parliament, a black-haired mouse that looked very powerful. Even if it deliberately hunched its back, it looked taller than the members on both sides.
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"In the name of the Horned Rat God, bearded thing!" This is the commander-in-chief of the Pasclit Skaven army. He is currently the most capable and skilled warmaster. But he can sit in the third place.
Four seats, obviously he is not a reckless man.
"I, I believe that Moss and the Moss clan can solve it on their own, solve them! Gnoldor doesn't like it, it doesn't like others snatching its prey!"
As the Demon Rat Commander spoke, the members looked at the vacant eighth seat. The Moss clan elder did not come to the meeting. The apparent reason was that it was located in the Southern Badlands, with high mountains and long roads, making it inconvenient to travel, but it was located in
In the eyes of the High Priest Graypaw, this is a great disrespect to the rat god and his own rat.
"You, you are absolutely right!"
"I, Kashric, agree, I agree with you!"
As soon as they saw the rat-spotting cannon, the congressmen immediately stopped being silent and started to show respect to each other. Pasclit said it nicely, but the implication was that he would not give additional support to the Moss clan, which was what other congressmen wanted to do to weaken the upstarts.
idea.
Klitslik thought about what happened recently. The "strong man", a crony it sent to "provide magical support" to the Moss clan, "accidentally" died in a battle, which prompted it to finally make up its mind.
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"I, I agree too!"
Of course, Snorri didn't know about the discussion that took place in the Demon Rat Abandoned City. He traveled unimpeded, up the Great River Styx, and came to Khemri again. The Immortal Emperor, who had received the news in advance, personally came to greet him and invited the people from the Southland.
The king rode with him in the chariot that shone with magical flames and bore the blessings of the Nehekhara gods.
"Give me a seat!"
Entering the main tomb of the Great Pyramid, Snorri's treatment this time was very different from a few years ago. Of course Snorri knew that this was not because Settra suddenly changed his gender, but because the strength he had shown was worthy of Nih.
Respect from the King of Kara.
"From what I can see, you are quite like the ancestors!"
After unboxing and inspecting the two grimoires, the Lord of the Sand Sea sighed. Ever since he woke up, he had been trying to find the Nine Volumes of Nagash and suppress them, but he had never been able to do so.
From telling Snorri to the two grimoires being delivered to him, it was just a short break for the immortal Tomb Kings. How could the King of Kings not be amazed by this?
After getting the two promised artifact fragments, Snorri's heart was relieved. He was not worried about Settra breaking his promise, but worried that Black Arkhan would come out with the army of the dead after learning the news.
But it seems that Snorri's worries are unnecessary. The necromancers and vampires in the old world desire the nine volumes to increase their power, but Arkhan wants to resurrect the Lord of the Dead. No one who is strong enough wants to find him.
A master sits on his head.
On the basis of the original non-aggression pact, Snorri and Settra reached a further military agreement, but the enemies of the joint confrontation were limited to Nagash's vampires and the Tomb King's minions.
After leaving Khemri, Snorri then led his team back. Everything was normal in the Red Cloud Mountain Fortress. The King of the Southland gave further instructions on northward reconnaissance and infiltration, and left Gotrek in charge of this task.
The son of Greni has made great achievements in the battle with the vampire pirates, but this will only be the continuation of his story. Snorri knows that the power contained in this young man's body is more than just cutting down a plane full of holes.
It was as simple as the undead colossus killing half a team of deep sea guards.
Passing through the Coffin Canyon, Snorri saw that the construction site under the Spider Web Mountain was still in full swing, and the railway had been extended further than when he left. According to estimates, it may take another three years to fully penetrate, but it may only take two years to repair the section to Demon Slayer Castle.
That's enough.
"My lord, the situation is not good."
There was still one day's journey from Demon Slayer Castle, West Factory Governor Andermg sneaked into Snorri's tent.
"How to say?"
"We lack the power to fight against the caster. The corpse pit is not peaceful. The undead creature Henry De was cleared out quite smoothly, but we suspect that corruption is secretly spreading."
"Corruption?" Snorri frowned, "What did I say? Kill first and report later, royal power has granted you!"
"But, there is always a process of human depravity! Some of them may still be saved, so why don't they just kill them?" Andermg scratched his head. He was not a cold-blooded and murderous person.
"Well, that's good!" Snorri also nodded. He had indeed simplified many issues.
"Friends from the Church of Sigmar are here. Go and contact His Majesty King Casmir VII and borrow some of his power. When the rune blacksmith apprentices have enough, I will allocate some to you."
After entering the city, Snorri found that there was indeed something wrong with the situation here. The Lady of the Lake's belief had not been extended to the common people, and evil gods and cults were flourishing. But fortunately, everything was still under control.
Snorri relied on the help of the system to quickly clear out some gathering places. Casmir VII chose the center of the Lost Plateau as his base, and the Dwarf King allocated a large area in the center of the city to him for the construction of a church.
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In Pope Sigmar's plan, Southland should be treated as a separate diocese, and the cathedral built must be in accordance with the highest standards. Snorri has no objection to this, and this may also stimulate the Lake God to invest more efforts.
