However, the sound of dense footsteps sounded again after all the noise.

The Immortal was surprised to find that the magic that could have wiped out an entire phalanx of ratmen fell on the chest of the clanrat, causing a burst of green ripples, which only caused the clanrat in the front to explode together with the clanrat behind him.<

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Regardless of the splashing blood, flesh and fragments, the other rats behind him had already reached a position less than twenty meters away from him.

A brute green electric light penetrated those green ripples, killing all the rat monsters in front of him, but he clearly saw that there were still a few despicable things that were not dead.

Behind those despicable things, the taller black-haired rat had already rushed to a position less than ten meters away, and was about to throw something.

It's really ridiculous, a stupid guy who doesn't even know magic wants to hurt the Immortal.

Maybe that damn white-haired rat from last time is still possible.

Pulling the packages away, Ikrit threw them in the direction of Nagash with all his strength.

The Necromancer's next spell has been prepared, and green light is reflected in Ikrit's red eyes. A trace of unwillingness flashes in the eyes of the lord who holds the detonator tightly in his claws, but he still presses it in his hand.
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If he hadn't encountered the stickman in such a narrow passage, he would have had a chance to escape, but now he could only detonate it immediately.

The intense light in front of him made Ikrit blind.

There were huge tremors and explosions mixed together. If it weren't for the protection of life magic, Ikrit's eardrum would have been broken.

Ikrit, who originally thought he was about to die, soon realized that he was not dead yet and knew that he did not feel the burning sensation.

In front of him, a huge charred corpse blocked the entire tunnel.

Looking at the barely visible rat tail and anti-joints, he remembered that that thing was the so-called strongest weapon of the Model clan, the rat troll.

I looked around with my eyes, and sure enough, the battle flag of the Model clan appeared.

"Model clan? Why do you appear here?"

"Teleportation."

A pale-skinned rat-man with sarcomas on his face appeared in Iklit's sight.

"Quickwall?"

The Gray Prophet ignored him and spoke as if talking to himself.

"He is not dead yet, he can only be killed by a person who is dead but still alive. However, I am also this kind of person."

His deformed paws touched a huge glass sphere made by the Skrei clan in his hand, which was filled with a green substance.

"Warpstone bomb?"

That's the original version of the warpstone bomb, before Eski improved it.

Ikrit immediately realized what Quickwall was going to do.

"No matter what, you are the only spellcaster in the underground fortress who can break the Stickman's spell."

"I can't live much longer. Sepsis."

"My blood should have dried up long ago. It is the power of the dimension stone and a large amount of chaos magic that barely maintains my body. Like him, I am dead but still alive."

There was an inexplicable look in Quickwall's eyes.

"His destiny has deviated. It shouldn't be today, nor should it be here, but it doesn't matter anymore."

Green smoke filled the passage, and with a flash of green light, a more violent explosion appeared in the passage.

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