Chapter 1311 Destruction Engine

Four hours before the entry of the Pious Legion, in the underground of the mountain where the direction was difficult to identify...

"I still hate drilling holes. This gives me a bad feeling... This place will collapse at any time."

Quinnil kept complaining, covering his mouth and nose and looking depressed.

Elvis wanted to curse this unreliable old friend. I am summoning reliable warriors to avenge the priests, not looking for a nagging ghost to talk non-stop.

"Then why don't you go to fight with the Flame Knights?"

The Grand Master rolled his eyes and made Kunnil choose to shut up. He also wanted to go... but Creon didn't want to.

One by one, they are old and old. When I become the chief courtier of His Highness Draknir, I will definitely give his mother a taste of color.

After coveting a little hope for the future, Kunnil carefully observed the situation in the tunnel... A lonely burning torch, which kept swaying and burning when the witch hunter raised it. I don't know what he was thinking, lighting a torch in the cave lacking oxygen.

"Are you sure this kid... is a normal person? Your Majesty's vision is correct, right? Why do I feel that he is no different from those witch hunters, they are all stupid."

The question in the Elven language made Victor just move forward. He was not interested in listening to the two nagging ghosts who kept talking, as if they wanted to say everything in this life in this narrow cave.

Continuing to roll his eyes, Elvis couldn't help this guy. I said one sentence, you can say ten sentences. Are we fighting or acting in a drama.

"Go ask the Phoenix King, don't always ask me some unanswerable questions. If I say he has no problem, is my vision better than your Majesty... If I say he has a problem, it would be against your Majesty's intention."

"What a clown."

Quinniel stopped talking, thinking that Elvis had become more and more boring during the years he stayed in Lauren Loren.

A sharp voice made Kunniel's depressed state improve a little.

"Stop talking nonsense, I smell the smell of ratmen."

Quinnil was a little happy, thinking that he could immediately start a massacre to celebrate these fruitless days.

But when he looked around, he saw Elvis slowly shaking his head, indicating that he did not feel the approach of the ratmen.

He kept cursing in Elvish: "How can a human monkey understand rats as well as the Great Horned Viper Master? Damn it, I should go the other way! There must be rats over there!"

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Chuan Kuro stood on the rough stone slab of the human skin altar, and the damp breath from the dark underground river that flowed into his nose made him feel relieved.

The Gray Prophet could feel the creaking stone slabs under his feet slowly moving under the will of the Great Horned Rat. This cave carrying the expectations of the Demon Rat Council was shaking and running in the shadow realm under the world.

Countless slave rats carried the dimensional stone with difficulty, using their lives as the price to replenish the super destruction engine built by Mosquita, the leader of the Skuri clan, which stood in the center of the cave.

He could hear the drowsy bats chirping on the cave walls above his head, the sour smell of wet fur, the stench of rotten wood, the pungent smell of roasted mice on an open fire, the rust of rusted metal and the tempting aroma of warpstone burning in a metal furnace. After a full month in the mines of Karak Dreadnought, these seemed to represent the breath of destruction welcoming the arrival of the Grey Prophet.

Tsanquilo straightened his body and let out a satisfied hiss. Soon, after a while, he will personally activate this important destruction engine, turning the entire Karak Dreadnought into ruins, and let the damn pointy-eared Phoenix King watch his army being destroyed.

Countless black-faced assassins of the Eshin clan will emerge from the shadows and strangle those damn hairless things in the ruins, the emperor of humans, the supreme king of dwarves... Maybe the Phoenix King of the elves is difficult to kill, but the ratman believes that he will die sooner or later.

Chuan Kuro was very excited. As long as the matter was done properly and the wishes of the Horned Rat were satisfied, he would no longer have to risk facing those cold-blooded scaly things all the time after returning to the Skaven Magic City, and lead the servant army of the Grey Prophet Clan to wander around the periphery of the Withered Swamp.

He would become one of the thirteen Grey Prophets appointed by the Lord of Decay, and enjoy an extremely noble status in the underground empire. Even those warlords and leaders who had sneered at him would crawl at the feet of Lord Chuan Kuro and beg the Lord of the Grey Prophet to give them the punishment they deserved!

The Grey Prophet, wearing a decayed robe and a gemstone with the mark of the Horned Rat hanging on his chest, once again examined the situation in the cave. Countless ratmen were struggling to fill the dimensional stone into the oversized drill. The steam engine stolen from the Wisen Territory would provide the energy for starting. Then, the brass balls would infuse the gathered dimensional stone into it. After rapid rotation and explosion, the five locations would operate simultaneously, and Karak Dreadnought would be reduced to ruins.

Failure to steal the power of the Great Whirlpool does not mean that the Skaven have gained nothing... At least the Skuri clan has already understood the operating mechanism of the Great Whirlpool. They imitated the super giant magic of the elves and reversed the reasoning to come up with a special device that gathers and explodes the wind of magic.

Although the price is very high, when the Grey Prophet clan lost many members, they got the divine object bestowed by the Great Horned Rat himself... But it's all worth it.

Chuan Kuro is so convinced that as long as the red-skinned humans with rat skeletons don't find the cave, in just a few hours, under the guidance of the evil moon, the Grey Mountains will have a carnival feast!

As for those green-skinned things, they were just victims of the Rat Man's plan. How could they defeat the allied forces without hairy things and rush to Altdorf City as Night King Snick had expected? It was simply a delusion.

four hours...

Chuanquillo raised his fingers and carefully counted the time. He needed to leave this terrible place immediately before the steam engine started one hour.

Those small clan slaves whose reasons were concealed and deceived by the four major clans into mining, let them become victims of the rise of the rat men.

Ratmen lack resources, food, and tools, but they will not be short of ratmen. Retaining elite storm rats is far more useful than some roadside weeds.

The bifurcated triangular staff flashed a strange light in the darkness. Chuanquluo could not suppress his excitement, and his whole body began to tremble...

The hour is up!

"Gray Prophet, sir, the servants of those cold-blooded things are here!"

Chuanquillo was a little dissatisfied with his fantasy being interrupted. With a wave of his staff, the dimensional stone lightning struck down a lazy slave rat like a warning to others.

After a period of convulsions and madness, the slave rat was killed by the lightning of the dimension stone, and soon turned into food in the mouth of the travelers...

Chuanquluo looked at the situation below with great satisfaction: "Let them come, let them become the victims of the great gray prophet Chuanquluo!" (End of this chapter)