Although they are said to be painted red, the pigment secreted by Squigg is not enough to paint all the orc boys completely red.

As soon as the orc boys painted a bright red grimace on their faces, the paint ran out, and no matter how hard they squeezed, Squigg would no longer secrete any more liquid.

The boys thought for a while, and then each took a red Squig and bit it on the top of their heads as their unique hairstyle - the redder it is, the boys can run faster.

Soon, these red-faced boys disappeared, and Warboss Amo paid attention to the battle situation in the pyramid in the distance.

The situation there made him even more anxious

The orc boys poured into the hole at the top of the pyramid one after another, but the dark hole kept devouring more boys like Squig's stomach that could never be filled.

He vaguely expected this situation. That dead shrimp couldn't even beat the most powerful Amo. These boys could only die, but it would not be possible for a boy who was so scared to have diarrhea to escape.

More and more green skins disappeared, and Amo became more and more angry. He took his big chop and prepared to enter the hole to chop up the dead shrimp, and then renamed his big chop as the bone-crushing axe.

Just as the boss of Big Brother's war gang was about to set off, an orc boy who was a few times shorter than him grabbed him.

"Boss! A goblin with the most sneaky mind told me that there are two rats over there."

"They are bigger than the biggest big guys, and they have the same horns on their heads as shamans. They must be thinking about sneaking up on us like snots in the middle of the fight."

The big green-skinned guy angrily smashed the big chop on the ground, opening a nearly ten-meter crack in the mountain rock.

First, he was sneak-attacked from behind by strange shrimps, and then his troops were constantly eaten by dead shrimps. Now, even the rats that were killing him were ready to sneak attack on his war gang.

"I'm going to chop the snot-nosed rat to death, and then I'll clean up this dead shrimp."

As soon as Amo finished speaking, he felt his hands sink. It was the prophet shaman who held him back.

"Brother Mao with four hands said, we can't take care of the mice first, we have to take care of the dead shrimps first."

"Go away, I want to kill the mouse!"

The leader of the war gang knocked the prophet away with one fist, and then led his bodyguard in the direction the green-skinned boy said.

The Mad Prophet often makes big guys angry, even big guys who are not green-skinned will be made angry by him.

Last time, he said in front of a big ogre:

"The Big Maw? It's just a big, big, big Squig."

The big ogre got angry and wanted to tear him apart and eat him, but before he was swallowed by the ogre, he first let the ogre's brain explode into a ball.

But Amo is not an ogre, nor is he that kind of weakling. He is not afraid of sneaky spells.

Following the war gang leader's insistence, the greenskins' route slowly changed direction with the sharp shouts of the goblins, and rushed towards the other end of the footprints.

In this small fortress, the rats were in panic.

In the small square in front of the mine entrance, the two Disaster Lords were about to finish preparing their spells, but they had noticed that the green torrent was heading this way for some unknown reason.

Although it happened to be stuck behind the undead army, which relieved a lot of pressure on the thin rat line in front, both the Disaster Lord and Esky could feel something bad.

If the undead troops withdraw, the line formed by the clan rats will not be able to stop the greenskin's attack.

Eski continued to deliver mana to the connected formations, listening to the news brought back by the tortured grass seeds, and his eyes stayed on the more than 900 ratmen in front.

The half-body armor and shields equipped for these clan rats are working. They are constantly bouncing off or blocking the attacks of those black bone skeletons, but the flexibility of these black bone things is still difficult to prevent.

They often take advantage of the rats to catch them and beat their bones with sticks, and then take the opportunity to send the short weapons in their hands into the unprotected legs of the half-armor, and the rats that fall as a result will soon be turned into skeletons and friendly forces.

A corpse.

After dozens of minutes of fighting, the rats had left hundreds of corpses here.

The situation of the few Stormvermin commanders at the front was also not good. The scent glands on his abdomen, which were like circular scars, spurted out a white liquid full of rusty smell, which was the smell of battle.

But Esky predicted that the fluid in the lord's glands would be exhausted. The evidence is that the glands at the base of his tail have not sprayed out the fluid they should have for too long.

As long as there are ten more minutes, the Skaven's fanatical morale inspired by chemical pheromones will be reduced enough for them to regain their sanity.

And when they noticed that their own death toll had exceeded 10%, the same chain of fear reactions triggered by pheromones would immediately lead to a complete collapse of the front.

Esky eagerly pawed at a waiting messenger and roared.

"Ask those rat cubs in the first mining area who can't even feed themselves, why haven't the reinforcements I asked for arrived yet! Give me 3,000 reinforcements within five minutes!"

Before the messenger could reply, green smoke enveloped his body and he disappeared into a flash of lightning.

As long as the reinforcements arrive and the pheromones stimulate the idea of ​​overwhelming numbers of rats, the will of these rats to fight can be maintained for a while longer.

But before that, we must help these rats survive.

Even though the magic energy in his body was quite precious, Esky still raised his pink paw and reached into the sky.

As the green charge condensed above the skeletons, green electric sparks continued to flash out.

Without any blasphemous curses, the engineering warlock pulled his claws down, and several thick green lightning struck the skeletons' line, causing a violent explosion.

More than a hundred skeletons were immediately consumed in the explosion, and small green lightning spread along the ground, making more skeletons move slowly.

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Lord Storm Rat's spirit surged, and his abdominal glands spurted out a stream of liquid with a fighting aura, and he personally led the way into the skeletons that were broken and sluggish by magic in the front line.

A large number of rats poured in along with the breach created by the lord, and soon hundreds of skeletons were turned into pieces. The rats quickly kicked these remains and the corpses of friendly troops into the middle of the street, trying to affect the enemy's rear reinforcements.

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But these actions had no effect. Soon, those sluggish skeletons regained their previous flexibility. In less than twenty seconds, the black bone skeletons holding spears and the rats were huddled together again.
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Seeing that Esky still wanted to raise his paw, Yodrick shouted.

"Stop wasting energy!"

Esky glanced at him and pointed at the dark magic creature beside his ear.

"The greenskins are coming in our direction."

But Esky still put down his paws.

The killing effect of dimensional lightning is too low in this situation, but if the scorch fire technique is released, it will inevitably kill the friendly forces in front of it, which is very uneconomical. He who provides energy for ritual magic cannot leave the rune circle of the magic circle.

The howling war wind roared into wind curls that looked like claws, grabbing those black skeletons and pushing them backwards.

Compared to the green skins that were blown away, Eski could clearly feel the resistance, or will, coming from these black-bone skeletons.

That is the will of the caster, the will of Nagash, the master of these skeletons.

Just by pushing the Black Bone Collective back about twenty meters, Eski felt huge resistance, and his forehead covered with fine white hair wrinkled, cutting off the energy supply of the spell - the black magic brought back the information

——These skeletons hit the greenskins behind them.

These greenskins are the real thing after the damn skeletons.

As time went by, the screams of the greenskins behind became more and more noisy. They kept killing the skeletons in an attempt to reach Skaven.

Through the numerous rat heads, green heads and skulls in front of him, Esky immediately saw the angry eyes of the nearly three-meter-long beast looking at the Disaster Lords.

It seems that the greenskins really want to kill them first. In this case, the weak front in front of them may be withdrawn into the mines and rely on the narrow mines to resist.

But this would require giving up the existing ritual magic formation that had been constructed using a lot of energy and warpstone powder, and would not be able to interfere with Nagash in the future.

Esky was struggling, and was about to give up, when an energy shock wave so huge that everyone could detect the danger wandered through the body of each caster.

He immediately opened the magic vision and observer again with vigilance, and looked in the direction of the Pyramid of Nagash.

There was a blue-black light emitting from there. It was no longer the same charged thunder as before, but a brand new one, as if it had undergone transformation of death energy.

The blue and black color becomes more and more pure, like the light that naturally exists in the shadows.

The will within it is as frightening as the gaze projected from the abyss, and as cold as the black iron in the polar ice and snow.

Unlike runes that were just self-contained systems not long ago, they are energy enough to affect reality, just like gods.

"Nagash is going to release a spell. Is it targeting the greenskins? Or is it us?"

Esky exclaimed and said again.

"Prepare to resist and crack immediately. We must defend this spell with all our strength."

Yodrick nodded without saying a word, and a strange weapon with a length of seven meters appeared out of thin air in his hand, with both ends inlaid with sword-like spearheads of nearly 1.5 meters.

Its two ends are inlaid with three round dimensional stones about the size of a grapefruit. At this moment, the weapon is emitting an intense shimmer in Yodrick's hand.

The light of the green divine gem became more and more intense, and the green light in Yorkside's eyes gradually became dim, making his eyes red, as if he was just an ordinary ratman whose body was several times larger.

The Lord of Disaster knows that the phenomenon at the pyramid does not mean that Nagash has become a god, but that the energy of ritual magic has such abilities.

But the other party has really taken a crucial step on the road to becoming a god. He must use all his strength to eliminate this threat for the Horned Rat.

The two Disaster Lords looked at each other, and Eski saw a green ball appearing in Quickwall's hand, but it was not engraved with the same god-given runes as the one in Jordrick's hand.

A beam of light reaching the sky suddenly stood on the ground from the center of the array.

The blazing green white light illuminates several kilometers around the almost eternally dark Nagashzar and Cripple Feng.

The two balls rose to the sky along the light beam.

Esky knew that his magic power was being consumed rapidly, but the emptiness caused by the loss of this magical energy could not stop him from trying to learn the principles of the amazing magic in front of him.

After following a few familiar oracle runes, Esky was immediately surprised to find that the damn Quickwall was actually guiding the ball in the air to try to draw power from Nagash's death energy.<
To be continued...