Chapter 1268 Escape and Sacrifice

When the third iron chain was cut, the priest's eyes were extremely dim. He could not get the guidance of the Lord here, and there were no familiar colleagues to help him...

When fighting against the Gray Prophet led by Tranquilo, he also needed to give some help to the witch hunters and butchers from time to time.

The obsidian mask with a little magic wind was burned to half under the operation of the priest, revealing his cheeks full of blue veins.

His face was like a devil, but he knew very well in his heart that the ratmen must be doing something big here. It is possible that the siege of Karak Dreadnought was induced by the hands of the Demon Rat Council to do it.

The priest was not afraid of death. According to the lifespan of humans, he should have died long ago.

He should have died in the trial of the sacrificial pit, died in the environment of dancing with snakes in Lustria, and died in the ice and snow in the north...

But dying in the occasion of destroying the ratman's conspiracy seems to be a good ending.

With the last bit of rationality, he cast his eyes on the shadow walker on the slope. There was no need for too much communication, just a glance, and they could get each other's determination.

Someone had to get out alive... but it couldn't be him and the shadow walker. Victor was a person that the Phoenix King valued, and Gragrim was the son of Barag. They both had reasons to live.

Looking back at the rat assassin who had already pounced on him, the shadow walker raised the magic stone calmly and told Victor and Gragrim the final arrangement.

"Go three hundred meters to the right, there is a secret cave in the rock wall of the mountain, which can lead to the last iron chain."

Victor hesitated, but when he saw Gragrim, who had escaped from the encirclement of the black-haired rats under the cover of the priest, he felt more happy.

No one would die this time. As long as the last iron chain was cut off, the screaming death knell fell, and the magic of the gray prophet was counterattacked, the four of them could slowly fight a war of attrition with the ratmen.

The blood-soaked butcher looked like a killing god. His body was covered with scars, but this still did not allow him to die gloriously.

Gragrim said solemnly: "I feel something is wrong. Don't you think it's going too smoothly?"

"This must be Sigma's guidance."

Damn Sigma's guidance!

Gragrim was a little angry. So far, the dimensional stone warehouse mentioned by the shadow walker has never exploded. The butcher saw it very clearly. Although the shrieking death knell was shaken a little after the iron chain was cut, it was still firmly fixed on the top of the hole.

He gritted his teeth and wanted to turn around and rush back to die gloriously with his comrades. As soon as he turned around, he saw the priest's deathly eyes.

That look made it clear... Don't let the sacrifice become meaningless.

Gragrim bit his lips and bled, and growled: "Go!"

When the dwarf took the human away, the priest's desire to kill, which he had suppressed for a long time, was finally released.

He stared at the Gray Prophet who was holding his staff high in the center, and seemed to be very proud of himself, and said his last words in Skaven with a snake-like emphasis.

"Rat... you are careless."

Doubts... Various question marks appeared in Tsanquilo's mind. Those iron chains were just a trick to confuse the eyes. With the joint efforts of Scully and the Gray Prophet, the ratmen had long abandoned the old technology in the past and could fix the magnetic death knell without external assistance.

Could it be that...

Tsanquilo turned his eyes and stared at the elves fighting with a group of assassins in disbelief.

After the shadow walker repelled a black-faced assassin with a long sword, he picked up the longbow at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye, pulled the bowstring and shot the sharp arrow into an open area.

The arrow was very fast, and the priest was also very fast. He pulled off his mask, wiped the obsidian blade to his neck, and shouted the name of the god.

The rock snake was dyed blood red, and it raised its head and roared in place. The echo of the ancient beast made all the ratmen feel terrified and unable to move.

But Chuan Kuro was faster. His magic talent must be the best among the long-horned ratmen in the past hundred years. In the chaotic state of the magic wind, he still had the strength to use the dimensional stone lightning to shoot down the arrows flying in the air.

But he made the most suitable choice for ratmen, biting the high-concentration dimensional stone hidden between his teeth, and ran away in less than a second with the teleportation spell.

The arrow used as a fuse ignited the blasting unit hidden in advance by the shadow walker, and successfully triggered the dimensional stone warehouse that was enough to flatten the entire city.

The shadow walker said nothing, silently watching the black-faced assassin's blade cut across his throat, and then pierced the attacker's chest with a sharp blade.

The priest laughed wildly, calling for the honor of the god, as if the screaming death knell that was about to fall on his body was nothing but a bubble.

After a long time, the sound of the mountain collapse gradually stopped. Victor, who was curled up in the corner with Gragrim, finally couldn't help but speak.

"You... have guessed their thoughts."

"Damn elves and Sotek believers, they keep everything secret, as if they are the only smart people in this world!" The butcher cursed, completely ignoring the somewhat sad look on the witch hunter's face.

"If you ask me, I should find a ranger and a battle mage, so that they can die together, not like a rat waiting! And their Phoenix King, too..."

Gragrim stopped abruptly, and he frowned for a moment, as if he felt the intention of the shadow walker and the priest.

The butcher suddenly woke up and patted the witch hunter on the shoulder to cheer him up.

"Return the same way now."

"Where is the bonfire? Two people died and the mission was not completed. This will only make Sigma..."

"Fuck that idiot Sigma Hero Hammer! If he is really guiding you, why can't you stop the Gray Prophet and mutant monsters of the Skaven like the priests?!"

"I..." Victor was speechless. The situation in the cave was far beyond the ability of a witch hunter. If it weren't for the emergency training in recent days, he might have been torn into pieces by assassins and black-haired rats after just a few steps.

Knowing that he was a little angry, Gragrim took a few deep breaths: "Listen, their death has nothing to do with you. I believe that in the same situation, you will make the same decision.

But now, we can't be obsessed with the completion of the task. Karak Dreadnought is important. We may help our trapped compatriots in the mountain fortress by lighting a bonfire, but it can't solve the real problem.

Think about the landslide we just experienced. There are at least six similar mines near Karak Dreadnought. If the ratmen make the same deployment.

After we lit the bonfire, your emperor, the Phoenix King of the elves, and His Majesty the High King went out to fight against the greenskins together, and an explosion occurred at the right time..."

This amazing analysis only woke Victor up. Someone must spread the news. The most likely person to leave is actually the shadow walker... The priest must have a way to get out of the rat's nest.

But they left the chance to survive to him and Gragrim...

Hatred and guilt filled the witch hunter's chest for a while. He pressed his fingers on the rock wall, and his nails oozed blood from the friction.

"We will make the ratmen pay the price... Brother Dwarf." (End of this chapter)