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If you look closely, there are even other strange traces on this rat.

If it weren't for the magical aura that belonged to the Bighorn Rat in his eyes, he would even doubt whether this rat had betrayed the Bighorn Rat and defected to other gods.

Can this special thing be able to crack Quakwall's prophecy?

A dead but still alive person may have many other different explanations?

Before the suspicion of this young rat reached its peak, Wilsky showed a disguised, gentle smile.

"Don't thank me, the great big-horned rat is protecting your bright future."

Everyone here focused on the white rat that was not very eye-catching before. Although this factory belongs to the young rat, all this is not as important as the gray prophet's basis. The big-horned rat is protecting him.

Bighorn rat?

Eski was also stunned.

He really never thought that Prophet Grey would say that.

“Thank you for your comment.”

The white-haired engineer lowered his head and pretended to be humble, then quietly retreated to the side, leaving the middle for the others.

Seeing the performance of the engineer warrior, those gathering eyes finally took a part away.

"When should I do it?"

Velsky didn't think about the abnormal white rat anymore and asked Ecret.

"The faster the better, I hope they don't find something wrong."

As he said that, the old warlord looked at his scout, Eshiriga.

Eshiriga's black robe seemed not to stop his eyes hiding under the fabric from catching Icret's sight, but he did not immediately answer the warlord's questions.

But he waved his hand first, and a few rats wearing black robes wearing black robes that covered their bodies flashed to the side of the Lord of Defying.

After a dull hissing sound as a communication, the Lord of Defying gave him his answer.

"I will try to send Staden up to be intimate with Nagas today."

The Lord of Fighting Rebellion is quite confident. His elite scouts are enough to complete this task, but... The Lord of Fighting Rebellion reveals his eyes hidden under the black robe. He looks at Ecret, and after hesitating a little, he said again.

"But your plan has problems, and you can do it by adopting my plan."

Ecret tilted his head, raised his claws, and signaled him to continue.

"I hope the first troops fighting Nagas are evil, violent, and Rikek."

"What?"

The three lords shouted in unison.

These three clans are the direct troops of Lord Chirik, Lord Icret, and Lord Grey-coated Lord Velsky, who are planning to use in the coup.

"Listen to me."

Eshiriga stretched out his claws, and the low voice suppressed the opposition.

Ask your subordinates to take out the nearby map and spread it on the table where the engineer warlock has dimensional stone lights.

"This war will happen on our preset battlefield, giving Nagas enough temptation, but also making our losses laugh as much as possible. Therefore, this battlefield should be near the Sixth Mining Area, a location that is enough to threaten the Sixth Mining Area."

He pointed to a certain location under the Lame Peak and continued.

“There is a murder hole here.”

"We put the battlefield here, and the narrow environment makes it take long enough for us and the match monster to kill each other in large quantities."

"You're fighting here."

Speaking of this, Esky pointed to the murder hole below the Sixth Mining Area that could be rebuilt into an underground fortress, paused slightly, looked around, and instinctively wanted to know if there were untrusted people around him.

After a while, he realized that this was an unnecessary move, so he continued.

"My scout is responsible for passing these 'rumors' into the ears of the gray prophet Staden."

"Once we fight in the Sixth Mining Area, the defense of the Eighth Mining Area will become extremely weak, especially after the battle in the Killing Hole a few days ago, the defense there was already vulnerable, and he would not miss the opportunity to regain his position."

"At this time, I will tell the gray prophet Staden a secret passage to the Eighth Mining Area through some channels, which is enough to avoid the patrol of the bone racks, so that his soldiers can retake the Eighth Mining Area."

"When he completely got fire with the Eighth Mining Area, I sent my men to block the passage in some ways. Now there are two engineers, and I hope to get some bombs."

Speaking of this, Vitrick, who had only one eye left, nodded, and he almost guessed the part behind.

Sure enough, as he expected, the Lord of Defeat continued.

"Follow, my scout will come to the Sixth Mining Area to notify us of the war."

"The Prophet of the Ash will get his eighth mine, and we can also guarantee that the Prophet of the Ash will die gloriously. The only drawback of this plan is that our battle with Nagas there will be quite a long time."

This is indeed a plan without any missing. The warlords looked at the map with a serious expression. Even if they were fighting in a narrow area, the long-term battle with the Nagas army would probably result in many casualties.

The first one to speak was Ecret, who looked at the scars on Velsky's missing ears, and briefly opened his mouth.

"I have thirteen dimensional stone talismans on my body, which can withstand two or three frontal magic bombardments by Nagas."

"But, that's not enough."

Ecret said dissatisfied.

When he first confronted Nagash, he relied on six dimension stone amulets to block Nagash's attack, but even after so many years, he still only accumulated thirteen yuan.

Wilsky is different.

The old warlord's eyes were staring at Velsky's neck and waist.

There was something bigger and purer around his dimensional stone talisman hanging around his neck. I'm afraid that this could resist Nagas' magic twice with just this.

There is also the black rune sword bent on the hilt of the sword, and the dark green dimensional stone embedded at the end of the hilt, which is full of eggs, no, no, it is full of swamp lizard eggs.

Although these things can no longer bring him the first shock, he is still dissatisfied with such material distribution.

"Of course, of course, I know this is not enough. I can give you a few more pieces, and the old madman Quakwall can give you some more. But I also have to make sure that the old madman will not interfere with our plans."

Velsky sighed, and his eyes were still the old lunatic who could accurately predict the future.

"Quickwall? Why is he?"

"Staden is a gray prophet after all, and unlike a guy like me who uses rune swords, he uses a staff and the horns on his head are also orthodox."

The black rat said restlessly, the gray shawl on his shoulder and his thunderous clan could not allow Quakwall to conspire to kill a gray prophet for him.

"In the Council of the Prophets, he was famous for his stubbornness as if he had obtained the destiny and our stupidest trait, 'selflessness'. I tell you the truth that he had already suffered from scurvy before the expedition began."

"When he was in the Thirteenth Parliament, he recommended himself as a military supervisor. God knows what he has to live to this day."

Speaking of this, the gray-clothed lord glanced at everyone in the audience.
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