Chapter 371: Red-Crowned Skink Attack
Far away in the dense rainforest of southern Lustria, a horrific tragedy occurred.
With tens of thousands of clan rats covered in boils and wounds, the Plague Priests are searching the situation in this rainforest. As the border between Pestilen and the cold-blooded monsters, the Sky City has always been the frontline border between the two sides.
Large numbers of poisonous rats died here. The plague permeated the rain forest and polluted the lizard people's temple city in various ways. Previously, there were Slann and the Spiritual Vein Gathering Network for protection, which could disperse the plague through physical dredging methods. A little.
But now, under the conspiracy of the rats, those brainless dark elves launched a raid on the Sky City without hesitation. The third generation Slan who was sitting here was seriously injured, and the fifth generation Slan was taken to the Black Ark.
The dark elves got what they wanted at a painful cost, and Pestilen also got what they wanted. The specially prepared plague has been sent to the incubation pool. It only takes a while for the city to donate Sacrificed to the Horned Rat to increase Pestilen's favor.
The plague priest, whose senses were dulled by the plague virus, vaguely noticed some movement in the jungle. He glanced at the surrounding environment with eyes full of chickenpox, and found that it was still as gloomy and damp as ever.
After observing carefully for a while, nothing was found, but some sensitive clan rats had noticed the movement not far away. Most of the clan rats were used as cannon fodder one level higher than the slave rats, and often did not survive two battles.
But some rats who survive by relying on their talents know what fear is far better than their compatriots.
"The tree is talking, talking, yes, yes, those cold-blooded things are already here." A clan rat expressed his thoughts, his body curled up involuntarily, gradually exuding the unique smell of Skaven's information glands, All Rats know what this smell means: fear.
The leading plague priest did not punish the clan rat for spreading information indiscriminately, because several poisonous blow needles had hit his brain.
Suddenly, whispers came from the jungle. The sounds seemed to come from all directions. They were everywhere and yet far away. The hoarse tongue brought by the lizard people's unique vocal organs made the rats feel that death was around them. diffuse.
"Yes, yes, cold-blooded things actually dare to attack the people of the Horned Rat. Die! Die!" The plague priest who was attacked by the blowpipe pulled out the poisonous needle. These deadly toxins for ordinary rats are not suitable for those born with plague. The Blessed Pestilen Plague Priests are just the spice.
The plague priest shook the rusty bronze flail incense burner, and bursts of green smoke emanated from it. The same was true for some brave plague monks who were not afraid of death. They took the initiative to welcome the javelins and poisonous needles flying out from the dark rainforest, and filled their bodies with the poisonous needles. The toxins are released to kill these cold-blooded things.
Skink javelins are not very powerful, and in the grand scheme of things they are just craftsmen and administrators, not warriors. The javelin pierced the body of the rats, but except for the occasional headshot, it had no fatal effect. The plague was a nightmare for other races, even for other clans of the rat people, but for Pestilen, the plague was a source of strength. source.
After being hit by javelins, these plague monks, whose bodies were full of vicious aura, were still looking around, spreading deadly plague. Behind them were a large number of clan rats. The rats' numerical advantage was enough to break the lizardmen's physical crushing of them, not to mention the various vicious methods of weakening them.
The jungle that spoke lizard language gradually stopped moving, and the javelins and poisonous needles flying from all directions also gradually stopped. It seemed that only the rats who were being eaten by their compatriots could still prove that the cold-blooded things had been here.
The leading plague priest breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but sniff the scent of these ugly clan rat things. The plague had already destroyed his body system, and the unique ability of the rat men's glandular smell to spread information had completely lost its effect. He couldn't be brave. Fear of death is the symbol of Pestilen.
"The people of the Horned Rat will definitely kill these, these cold-blooded things. Yes, yes." After the jungle calmed down, the Plague Priest commanded the clan rats and slave rats who had regained their courage to continue moving forward, and the city full of fresh meat was moving forward. Waiting to be breached, the hatching pool can provide a new plague.
The huge number of ratmen continued, but the jungle made a sound again. It was no longer the hoarse snapping of tongues when the lizardmen communicated, but the roar of thousands of snakes.
The unique rustling sound of snakes gliding across the ground entered the rats' ears. The face of the Plague Priest, who originally thought he had defeated the lizardman guerrillas, changed. The long-lost gland secretion system seemed to have returned. He was about to immediately Sneak into the fleeing rats and be the fastest one, but it's too late.
A red-crowned skink riding a giant-horned cold lizard has appeared in the jungle. The red skin on its head has high branches, standing on it like a crown. In its left hand, it holds a stone tablet with a large number of symbols and text. In his right hand is a curved short sword, which is more like a sacrificial instrument than a combat weapon.
A body far stronger than that of a normal skink sits on the back of a giant-horned cold lizard. Thousands of colorful poisonous snakes follow his footsteps, and behind him, there are a large number of souls holding long-handled hammers and maces. The lizard, with its head crown as red as blood, seemed to become more dazzling the moment it saw the rats.
The Snake God Prophet came to the outpost of the Sky City, intending to continue the war with the rats that has been going on for 2,200 years. If there is a record of eradicating rats in this world, maybe the five strong ones in a parallel world will become five hundred Xiaoqiang can't compete with a fraction of the rats killed by the Snake God Prophet in these two thousand and two hundred years!
"Sotek thirsts for the blood of rats!" Terhenhuoyin said the revelation that has been repeated thousands of times. After raising the prophecy slate high, a bloodthirsty atmosphere filled the red-crowned skink battle group behind, and then The prophet instructed the giant horned cold lizard to pounce on the leading plague priest.
The poisonous snakes are attacking, and the skinks influenced by the snake god are also charging. The morale of the rats is somewhat broken. All the rats in Lustria know that compared to those big frogs that can destroy an army at once, they are truly terrifying. It was a huge red-crested lizard that dyed a surging river red with the blood of rats. The smell was so strong that you could smell it hundreds of miles away.
But when the Plague Priest fled, he cast a plague spell that inspired the warriors' courage. If he didn't want to die, he would have to let others die. This is the nature of the Skaven.
"Delay for me, delay for some time, damn, damn slave things."
But with the sounds of several earth-shaking sounds, and the intensive snake roar coming from the holy cabinet on its back when the Ankylosaurus charged, the Plague Priest knew, They are destined to die here.
(End of chapter)