"Pterodactyl riders can carry out desperate assaults, ramming turrets and spell nodes."

A lizardman leader walked up to the nobles of Slann and Nehekhara and said expressionlessly.

The Skink Priest and Vosolun, who had just gotten off the airship, immediately rejected the proposal.

If the pterodactyl rider hangs a special rune metal ball, it can indeed effectively destroy the magic device.

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But the necromancer at the highest point of the city has a high probability of releasing anti-air magic.

Not to mention how many pterodactyl riders can come back alive, it is already a difficult enough task to approach those forts under the opponent's superb magic.

Seeing that everyone was in trouble, Slan stood up and babbled something that no one could understand. After a while, under the translation of the Skink Priest and the disappointed eyes of the humans, the direct attack plan was announced to be shelved.

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Slan believes that the cyan energy is very threatening, and it helps Nagash treat the entire city as his own body.

If it were the second generation, or even a compatriot born in the first generation, it would be possible to forcefully break the necromancer's magic ritual, but unfortunately, he is not.

You must retreat to a position that is not easily attacked, then communicate with the nearby spiritual network, and try to crack the defense system prepared by Nagash.

"The main task of the mortal troops now is only defense. As long as Slann cracks the defense system, he will immediately activate the engines of the gods and lower the purifying beam on this evil fortress."

After the Skink Priest finished speaking the last part, he closed his eyes like Slann, and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

On the west side of the battlefield, along the passage between Skaven's outposts, fierce drumbeats gradually appeared from the edges, becoming more and more obvious.

Soon, a green army appeared in front of the observation post.

Orcs are constantly drinking their own wine, a drink brewed with psychedelic mushrooms that can make greenskins go berserk.

Some greedy greenskins even began to demand Squig. They used their generous and powerful green thugs to grab these small things that were usually kept as pets. They squeezed hard and the yellow liquid with the smell of alcohol was absorbed.

Squeezed into a cup made of skulls.
Chapter completed!