It was towering on a steep peak with a drop of about 800 meters from the ground, exposed on the black stones outside, exposed pieces of broken bones that seemed to have been gnawed by something.

A large group of mice—not Scarvin, but real mice—with red eyes, gnawed at any remaining bit of meat on the bones.

Esky knew that he could use this method, but in terms of proficiency, he was far inferior to those gray prophets. For the need to observe the situation of the war, the engineers were observing the battlefield through the cracks of the stone.

Although, he himself knew that this practice was purely self-deception.

But maybe this humble approach would make Nagas not care about him, a little mouse?

It had been ten minutes just now, but the Rats' front and the Nagasshi army's front remained at 200 meters away.

After a closer look, Scarven's army slowly advanced forward at a speed as if squirming on the ground.

Following their direction, the throne of Nagash lifted by the necromancer.

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Nagas was condescending and looked down at the rats.

This meaningless war has lasted for more than fifty years. The damn rats still cannot realize that even if they last for hundreds of years, they will never be able to win the war?

He continued to attack every day, so that his energy and valuable magic he collected were wasted on places like the battlefield.

Whether it is the experiment you want to do or the magic ritual you want to perform, there is no way to proceed smoothly.

It is easy to kill the tens of thousands of rats in front of him. As long as he is willing to waste the precious magic he has collected, what can he do?

It is nothing more than a precious magic used in the ritual, exchanging the lives of some dirty rats.

He had done such a stupid thing before. After leaving behind corpses, these mice seemed to be able to grow in the soil, one after another.

These dirty maggots were distributed in any corner of the world that he knew. I believe no one could really kill these things.

"Kill! Kill!"

The mice in the front row were pushed forward and moved forward by the mice in the back row.

The space behind and on the left and right were occupied by the crowded Scarven elite storm rats, and these low-level clan rats could only step into the square formation of the necromancers and humans.

Nagas raised his hand and waved it.

The bones and corpses spread slowly towards the mountain like tides.

Of course he knew what the rats wanted.

This place is now called Nagashzar, which means the glory of Nagash in Nehkhara.

But in the past, in the barbarians' words, this place was called Kade-Tur-Maigelan, which means the throne of heaven.

It is a place to sacrifice to the "Sky Stone".

The man-made rat is the sky stone.

The dimension stone inlaid behind the mountain is no less than the entire mountain. No, this is the name of those lowly creatures, the great Nagas, called it "burning stone".

These mice inadvertently provided him with help when the great Nagas was at its most downfall.

As the blazing sun and scavengers were about to kill the greatest mage of all time, this group of abominable monsters combined with a rat made the great necromancer discover the burning stone.

It is precisely because he swallowed the burning stone directly that the great mage who was about to die due to the ridiculous physiological limit was reborn.

That burning stone played a very important role in his research and the magical ritual of becoming a god. He would not give it to anyone. The "contribution" of those mice was just a coincidence.

What's more, on the day these rats tried to stain the mine that belonged to him with their dirty fingers, he vowed to find the rat holes of these dirty rats and wipe their entire race from the world.

No, not only at that time, but even further away, when the rats were scavengers nearby, they were all killed by him.

Because the existence of these rats is an offense to the great mage Nagas.

The trend of walking zombies and bones and rats, either red or black, soon came into contact with each other.

Perhaps thanks to decades of war, or perhaps the qualities of the front-line warlords, Scarven, who is equipped with a full-staff, gained an advantage in the first round of conflict.

A large number of armorless zombies and skeletons were tangled into pieces in front of the attack speed of rats far exceeding other races.

A small amount of fragments fell on the ground, allowing Ran to maintain his loyalty to their masters.

Trying to use his own teeth to crush the steel armor on the rat's feet.

But this advantage is only for the time being.

As time went by, even the elite storm rats in the last row could not help but sweat from the tip of their noses.

This battle was very strange. Compared with past attacks, this time, there was no large warlord on the entire battlefield, mostly small leaders within the clan or warlords of small clans.

Obviously, there are things they are afraid of.

For example, the sedan chair is different from the past.

If the Storm Rats had a longer memory, they would know that the sedan chair, on this battlefield called Nagashzar, would mean death.

But they didn't, they just instinctively felt fear, their smell could not deter such a large number of Scarvan troops.

Sure enough, in less than a few minutes.

Although the rat man's weapons and armor are better than the things made up of this group of bones and rotten meat.

However, under the impact of the tide, the rats equipped with heavy armor began to take their lives by blades pierced through the gaps between the armor, or by kitchen knives that fell to the ground.

In just a few minutes, Skaven's troops suffered more than a hundred casualties.

The smell of fear spread throughout the battlefield, and at the same time, the front of the tens of thousands of Scarven's army collapsed.

Leading the storm rat in the back row, he moved quickly towards the foot of the mountain, perhaps by running or rolling.

As they left, the clan rats who were forced to fight to the death on the front line also lost the death threat from the rear and began to try to leave the battlefield in the same way.

Whether it was the storm rat or the clan rat, they hated that they did not have any extra claws, and used their hands and feet together, quickly fled back to the front below the foot of the mountain.

The chaos lasted for more than ten minutes. After the supervision team cut off the heads of dozens of rats, they finally barely maintained the front at the foot of the mountain.

The controlled group of rats still chew on the spot to destroy the corpses to prevent these fresh things from being used by Nagas.

"What the hell is this morale!"

The engineering warrior cursed, completely forgetting who was still hiding behind the pile of rocks just now, between three kilometers.

The rats who were stabilizing the front did not form an offensive battle formation anymore. Most of them returned to the tunnel from various caves at the foot of the mountain under the command of their respective warlords.

I don’t know whether they are going to attack Nagashzar from underground or just rest.

Wait, something is wrong.

The Rat men whose troops were transferred to the ground had already appeared very thin, with only the thirteenth row of soldiers left to the front row from the back row, and they could be counted clearly with the naked eye.

But it was such a thin force that launched a new round of attacks against the Nagas army on the mountain.

As they moved forward, there seemed to be a layer of gray or black blanket on the ground.

No, that's not a blanket, but a group of rats made up of countless rats.

Was it transported by the Prophet of the Gray from the underground?
Chapter completed!