The heavily armored rats supported the limping rat man in black robe, strode forward in the dark corridor.

The wounds on his body protested the extent of his movements, which made Ecret almost want to stop, but in the shadow of Nagas, the haze of death lingered.

The worst case of fainting under severe pain finally did not occur.

Tens of minutes later, the green light appeared and told him that he had arrived at his destination.

In front of him, there were dense clan rats wrapped around him tightly, and countless pink noses were twitching nervously under the dim green light.

The green light that was supposed to illuminate the fortress gate passage was also completely extinguished.

Ecret originally wanted to kill a few people who were ignorant of life and death to establish his authority, but unexpectedly, a familiar voice came from behind the fortress.

"Lord Icrete?? Lord of the Defeat? Are you still alive?"

He was a strong black rat, a little bigger than Ecret.

The green energy field on the rune sword and the dimension stone as big as an egg illuminated the space around him a little brighter.

When he dragged down slowly and arrived in front of Ecret and Eshiriga.

They finally used the bad vision of the rat man to detect that the Storm Rat in front of them was the Gray-coated Lord, the Lord of the Furious Clan, and Wilsky, who had been seriously injured by Nagas.

"Wilsky? Your injury is healed?"

"almost."

Wilsky pretended to shook his arm easily, but Ecret could still feel incongruity in his movements.

Seeing Ecret's expression, the Gray-coated Lord curled his laughter, and pointed to the completely damaged city wall and gate behind him, and said.

"The Fireman attacked the fortress, and we thought your confrontation troops were all over."

"The entire force of the Ba Yi clan and the reserve team of the Mos clan are here, but if the Fire Man really fights back later, I still doubt whether I can stop the Fire Man."

Eshiriga coughed, the closest he could make to ridicule at the moment.

"Of course you can't stop it, you can't do magic. Your Stormwalker Legion is a joke in front of him."

The Lord of Defeats sarcastically said in a slight voice.

Even the body strengthened by talismans, dimension stones, or other equipment has its limits compared to magic.

Even though the gray-clothed lords may have been strengthened by the Bighorn Rat, Eshiriga still believes that otherwise the Prophet Council would not have to block the magic until now.

Eshiriga hooked his hand towards the darkness beside the city gate, and soon a rat in black robe came down.

"The messenger, go to the Skuri clan and call all the engineers to the parliament hall."

But Velsky immediately grabbed the black-robed mouse and shook his head.

"Icrete Badbik."

The Gray-coated Lord called Ecrete's full name in a low voice.

Seeing the other party's expression, Ecret's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that in the absence of the evil clan, the gray-clothed lord did not need Rickek to balance the other party and wanted to kill the rat?

Eshiriga was seriously injured. Now, when he was not considered a combat power, he could not beat Velsky, who was already stronger than them... "What?"

The old warlord asked in a pretended calm manner.

"The Fireman attacked the city, the Scurry's garrison was captured, the Esky engineer warrior was abducted, and the other engineer warriors... were all killed in battle, and only three engineer warriors survived."

"Only one of the three apprentices was not injured because he went to the parliament to ring the bell. The Model clan is cooperating with the Prophet of the Gray to rescue Shikuri's legacy."

Velsky gritted his teeth and said in fear.

Eshiriga was actually right. If so many engineers were dead, even if he was a member of the Thirteen-man Council, he would not be much better, unless he was the two major clans.

"rescue?"

Icret immediately understood what was going on. Damn Model wanted to embezzle.

But if we don’t count as literacy culture, everyone, including Wilsky, is illiterate and cannot use Scottish’s legacy.

"You go back with the lord who defected."

He said to the black-robed messenger beside him, no matter what, he had to look at the treacherous merchants.

"I don't have a reserve team anymore, but I'm the same as a reserve team."

Icret attacks Velsky.

"No need to hurry. My Storm Rat has already visited the scene, enough to take care of those things with the war beasts."

The gray-clothed lord showed a slightly kind smile, stepped back, and walked towards the city with the commander-in-chief of the army.

"Where is Quikwall? I haven't found him everywhere."

Wilsky looked at Ecret with anticipation, hoping that the other party would deny the gray prophet to go to the battlefield.

This old gray prophet is already the strongest spellcaster combat power they can get. If even he is lost, it is unknown whether the war can continue.

Icret approached Velsky and whispered.

"The Prophet Quickwall of Grey died in battle, and the entire passage was blown up, but he could not stop the match monster."

"He's dead?"

Rather than saying that it is unacceptable.

Ecret added immediately.

"We have to hide this news, no matter what. You know, in the last twenty years, this war has been able to continue, and it is the Prophets' Council that has dominated the power here."

He still remembers that when he was in power decades ago, he spent a lot of money to invite the speakers of Scarven City to deliver an expedition anniversary speech at the Thirteen-man Parliament. In cooperation with Velsky, he stabilized the Thirteen-man Parliament.

If the Prophets, who occupied several seats in the Thirteen-man Parliament, knew that the gray prophets on the front line were almost dead, and their dominance and post-war distribution of interests probably had nothing to do with them, they would definitely withdraw troops from the front line.

This time, the number of casualties reported is different from the usual number. The number of as many as 100,000, million or tens of millions is just a bargaining chip used to get new support and equipment.

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The Gray Prophet and the Engineer Warlock are not that kind of goods.

Ecret had heard that the last time Skuri died a bunch of engineers, the Prophet Council gave up a lot of interests, which made the Skuri clan send several batches of engineers again.

Wilsky hurriedly grabbed Ecrett and walked towards the direction where there were not many rats, and confirmed that there were no rats around to hear them, and then said... "It is impossible to hide it. Quakwall will write letters to other gray prophets who are far away in Scarvin's City every three months to exchange their experiences in magic and astronomy."

"Even if we can imitate his handwriting, the nonsense things we wrote will be discovered immediately."

"Magic experience? Can't you let those engineering apprentices write on their behalf?"

Icrete asked in confusion.

He also has magic experiences, such as this thing. He also has experiences a lot of experience in the magic of cultivating grapes and recovering from injuries.

Those apprentices should also have some magical experience and can always deal with it twice.

"That's the real exchange, with the academic achievements of transporting precious rat crust paper and valuable long-distance capacity to the Scarven Moscow, thousands of kilometers away, do you think it's my report on my errands in parliament?"

Wersky mocked that this is different from the rat velvet paper written by copying books.

The little experience of the engineering sorcerer apprentice, the genuine Gray Prophet, would probably be revealed when he saw it. They might not even know why the Gray Prophet wanted to draw some strange patterns.

As he said that, a piece of rat velvet covered with runes was handed to Ecret.

Hiss-I can't understand what these ghost painting talismans are at all.

"If you look at it this way, it's really not possible. If Esky is present, you might be able to imitate it."

"But he was caught, probably he wouldn't survive. Hell, those cheap armors were gone. If Vitrick hadn't returned to this ghost place, stay in his mine..."

Speaking of this, Ecret suddenly thought of something.

"Esky has a slave with a pointed ear. In the south, the magic of a pointed ear is always good. Maybe she can imitate it."

The female, with messy white hair and red hair on her face, was covered in red. She didn't know if it was oil paint or blood. She looked as crazy as Quakwall. I think the magic must be quite good.

Almost with Velsky, he concealed the plan. After more than ten minutes, two Storm Rat Lords were welcomed in front of the broken Skuri station.

There are broken stones and various metals that are twisted and deformed everywhere.

Ecret remembers that it was originally a factory, but the Prophet turned into a ruin, and even the architectural framework could not be preserved.

After he walked through several streets, a large steel block that was slightly familiar to him was also distorted. In addition to the sharp change in shape, it was covered with charred green marks and blue-black marks.

The last time he came here, he saw this thing. Eski introduced that this 1.5-ton forging hammer is the key to making armor cheaply.

This time, maybe I don’t know which engineer had a sudden idea and wanted to launch this thing in some way.

It did hit the target, and the mark on it proved this. This unknown engineer might have thought of his optimal solution at that time, but failed to kill the Fireman thing.

This dimmed Ecret's confidence. If a warhammer of this weight flew over and hit him, or Wilsky, they would have to be killed on the spot.

But the Fire Man could continue to kill the entire Skuri clan and captured Esky, who might be the strongest combat power, and killed... This war is becoming increasingly impossible to see.

Follow the avenue in Scully and you can see the highest point where you can see the gate. There is a complete building here.

The meat and wine on a long table that did not collapse was not corrupt, but were stained with disgusting blue-black marks, indicating that this place was originally a place for the top leaders of the Skuri clan to eat.

This is an open stone room that has not been demolished, with weapons piled up here, and the slaves of the Model clan are still carrying new weapons over.

Among this pile of things, the trainer of the Model clan was happily holding the notebook and writing and painting.
To be continued...