The dark passage seemed to be lit with strange green lights, which were the eyes of the black bone skeletons.

Thick iron armor sheets hung layer by layer on top of their war skirts that covered almost the whole body, and even wrists that looked unnoticed were strictly protected.

Under the influence of these more superior necromancers, the solemn air has already condensed layers of frost sticking to the rough and slippery surface of the stone around it.

These small number of elite troops that were originally dealing with the Ratman were quite handy, and the real Nagashzar guards seemed not to work much now.

Like the rust smell of metal, the strong fighting smell that belongs to rats alone covered the air around the battlefield, and the cold air that was like a grave also became hot.

Under the green flames, the appearance of the rat people appeared and disappeared in the darkness.

Except for the strange green light in the eyes that was different from the past,

These armors have become quite exquisite, and the surface of the breastplate is as new as if it has been polished.

The power that can directly split the rocks, coupled with the speed that is far beyond the speed, has long turned into an enemy that the skeletons cannot defeat.

"Those who break through the front first will receive ten bags of copper coins!"

Icret heard the yelling of his team leader, and his eyes turned to the rear of the enemy's front and started shouting.

"A black bone head, exchange for the mating rights of a rat breeding pit!"

The rats, who were originally not interested in copper coins, immediately looked golden when they heard Ecret's words.

The mating rights of female rats are repeatedly selected. In the past, the captains of various 169-person companies were qualified to fight for them. Even if the rat mouth was reduced by more than half today, it would not be their turn.

The green light in the eyes of pairs of rats shone on the black bone skeletons. They were no longer a terrible enemy, but a ticket to breeding pits. With female rats, they no longer need wolves, dogs, sheep, their claws and other things to solve.

The claws grabbed the yellow bones stained with moldy meat scraps and dismantled them into pieces. After only five minutes, the rats advanced to the amount of the previous fifteen minutes.

The ground was left with broken bones and hundreds of rat corpses. The bright red blood stuck together the black and brown fur, almost turning into solids to Scarven at the front of the front.

The clan rat, whose sharp thorn was already broken, shook his face, and threw down the liquid that was not known to be tears or snot. He grabbed the spear and pulled the claws, causing the spear to pull the bones of its owner to break.

Another knife was slashed at the head, destroying the yellow bones in front of him. He had already arrived in front of the group of black bones.

The Chinese armor covering the whole body made them not easy to break like those wastes with only shrouds. There was only a small part of the cervical vertebra and skull that were not covered by armor. The clan rats knew this well.

Allowing three spears that pierced from the front to hit his chest and pubic armor, he stretched his claws into the helmet of the black bone skeleton in front of him. Between the armor, he grabbed the black cervical vertebrae engraved with green runes.

The hot bones made his paws smell like dimensional stones and barbecue.

The head hit the other party's chest plaque, and the blunt spike gave the other party a huge impact. The two phases used force and the skull was removed.

The clan rat excitedly held the black skull in his arms and was about to retreat.

He was the first to take off the black bone! The female rat was waiting for him. Before he could finish his happiness, a pain in his neck and an excited rat sound came from behind.

"You'd better go on the road, the female rat is mine."

The vicious dagger pierced from behind, between the gaps exposed by the armor for movement.

I should have thought of it long ago!

He did not die at the hands of the enemy, but died at the hands of these compatriots.

The clan rats fell down when they died, and more rats rushed up to try to remove more black skulls or snatch one.

Many black bone skeletons saw the situation in front of them and tried to kill a few more rats with their spears, but their heads were removed by the sneak attacker who had been waiting for a long time. The chaotic battle situation unexpectedly made the skeletons' formation chaotic.

The more intelligent rats behind immediately chiseled into the black bone skeleton front and embedded the rat man's military front.

At the back of the front, seeing that the front was about to break through, Ecret turned to the side. He had seen several black-robed rats sliding carefully from the top of the cave without any rats or skeletons being discovered.

“Eshiriga?”

"Yoril is back and does not see any reinforcements from the skeletons behind. If we break through this passage, we can attack the fortress of the Match Monster from the underground."

The Lord of Defying did not waste any extra time. With the gentle sound of birds, several black-robed mice climbed to the top of the passage and hid into the darkness.

This is the last passage to the upper level that has not been blown up or burned, and the scouts can only sneak from the "ceiling" toward the enemy's hinterland.

If it weren't for the Bighorn Rat's mission, this last passage would have been blown up.

Thinking of the big-horned rat, a green "fountain" flowed out of Ecret's hands, which was the wind of life, Ji Lun.

The warlord thought about it again, but still put it down.

Releasing the blood of the earth can indeed make the war smoother, but more political consequences must be taken into account. In the end, these magics are only appropriate to release when no one knows his identity.

"The Bighorn Rat should know that we already have magic."

Eshiriga persuaded him, and he looked up and pointed to the darkness beside him, his subordinates hiding in magic.

The old warlord's tail flicked on the ground. Can hidden magic be compared with life magic? Are you trying to test the Thirteenth Parliament?

"The recognition of Bighorn Rat does not mean that his spokesperson recognizes it, but it is indeed a favorable condition."

Ecret put on several steel-decorated tails and snorted coldly.

"Wilsky is not trustworthy either. At this point in time, he is in the big city, which means that he will definitely count the responsibility for defeat on our heads."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Originally, my only bargaining chip was to provide the Divine Stone regularly to the parliament, but now the Bighorn Rat is on our side, we can have more bargaining chips."

Thinking of this, Ecret looked at the passage behind, and his thoughts had already floated to the Scarven City thousands of miles away.

"Hopefully we can get at least a new batch of reinforcements."

"Fortunately, communication is not smooth, war is in danger, deep underground fortresses are broken, the divisions of the Scurry clan are destroyed, and the news of Quakwall's death will not be immediately passed to the Thirteenth Parliament."

He is not the Gray Prophet, and he does not have the ability to continue to gain support if he fails to experience a shameful defeat. Moreover, his current position has also been achieved through politics.

As several charges are added together, it can be imagined that the entire underground empire, except for the front-line battlefield, will not have a place for him to live in. In fact, the only ones he can rely on are the Dimensional Stone and the Big Horned Rat.

As the eyes faded away, the sea of ​​rats had swallowed the skeletons, and the skeletons turned into piles of broken bones, and clan rats were in constant force with rune black bones to receive rewards.

Icret looked around and saw that due to the armor covering the whole body, there were not many non-combat casualties in order to fight for these things, only a few dozen, which was acceptable.

Seeing his little leader and clerk sending a breeding pit pass to the rats, the warlord slapped Eshiriga's shoulder armor.

"First of all, we need his magic and those magical things to save Esky."

Although I don’t know what the explosion was like a few dozen minutes ago, since there were no reinforcements from the skeletons, I had to hurry up and enter the fortress called Nagashzar.

After a few minutes of order rectifying, the rats continued to move forward with slightly chaotic steps.

Every few minutes, a spy would report the information ahead to Eshiriga, and the spy passed by one after another. Soon, Ecret arrived at the second and first mines that had never been recovered.

From here, it is the bottom floor of Nagas' fortress.

But a strange creature appeared here. According to the assassin's return, it was flying under the top of the cave like a big bird, but it was underground.

Before Eshiriga could discharge the second spies, they had already seen the creature - he landed straight in front of Ecret, surprised them to find that this was the target they were trying to rescue.

"Esky!"

Icret suspected that he would circumvent the rat with a bat for several times. He heard the rat below say that when Esky left, his whole body was already frustrated.

But now, not only are the rumors that the injuries have healed, but there are also a pair of wings on the back. Esky's hair turns gray and has two horns, which are more likely to grow this thing.

The old warlord immediately thought of the former clerk of Esky who turned pink and purple in the battle.

Only the corroded rat man can mutate into that way, and Esky in front of him is obviously the same.

Even Eshiriga asked.

"You just escaped with these pair of wings?"

Eski shrugged his shoulders, his wings hanging casually behind his shoulders. Instead of answering their questions, he asked.

"You actually know that I'm not dead? How did you know?"

"The Supreme of Longhorns."

Ecret's claws pointed towards the sky.

"Bighorn Rat, does He want you to save me?"

Esky's beard trembled slightly. There were some small conflicts between him and the Bighorn Rat in the past. Who knew what the Bighorn Rat was thinking about him so much?

"Yes, I want to bring you back to the underground fortress, where did he lower the pillar of precepts."

"What's the thing?!"

Eshiriga's words made the magic wind on Eski's body become more unstable due to his emotions.

After about a few minutes of explanation, Esky understood clearly the difference between the pillar of precepts and the one in history, and he pinched his chin and analyzed it.

"The power of Scarvin Magic City is special. Because of the existence of the Great Horned Rat Temple, the environment there is the most suitable Great Horned Rat, so the power of the Great Horned Rat will not be affected by the Great Whirlpool there."

"But here is different. Every trace of magic power here will be squeezed out by the big vortex. All the magic winds are just residues floating out of the big vortex."

"So, the ceremony of directly upgrading the God-Selected One cannot be carried out here."

"From your description, it may be that you can distribute the divine power obtained by the dead Ska sacrifice on you by relying on sacrifices or such methods."

"No matter what, that thing is a treasure."

Esky's analysis seemed to have not listened at all, and his eyes remained on Esky's back.

The wings made of the skeleton and flesh wings shook like a disgusting sight. Esky showed the pink symbol of the left claw in front of the two rats.

"Don't think about it, it's this thing."
To be continued...