Chapter 159 The Big Plan
Humming a joyful song, the Hot-blooded Oracle shuttled through the criss-crossing streets and finally knocked on the door of a quiet courtyard.
"Please excuse my late visit at night, dear Captain Neil, but I hope to be on your ship tomorrow."
The gate was violently opened, and a strong bearded man holding a musket greeted the visitors of the mysterious night with curses.
"Son of a bitch."
The brilliance of the silver coin turned the anger on the sturdy man's face into a hearty laugh.
"I mean, welcome, welcome to the new members of the White Dove. Mannan agreed to the deal."
Eugen's smile became even wider. The divine revelation from the "gatekeeper" was a good excuse. No witch hunter would track down a dedicated priest like Moore.
And he will fully awaken in the new world, acquiring the ability to cast spells and the advanced talent of an oracle.
If he's lucky, he might even be able to find the cave-dwelling dragon that's bound to the same destiny.
Of course, he was in no hurry to verify this theory.
If it turns into wild animal feces, all your efforts will be wasted.
In the Isthmus of Lustria, the Grey Prophet hid in a cave, trembling as he looked outside the cave at the savage green-skinned orcs who were playing with feces.
Chuan Kui Luo doesn't want to become a green-skinned piece of shit!
But this group of green creatures kept chasing the rats.
Even more deadly, the Grey Seers discovered traces of Slaanesh Cult activity in the jungle.
If it were just humans, Chuan Kui Luo wouldn't be afraid at all, but these damn humans were being chased by flying lizards!
Chuan Kui Luo didn't know what stupid thing they had done. It had already escaped for thousands of miles, but the lizard thing was still chasing it.
At first, the Grey Seer thought the lizard-thing came for its gold.
It wasn't until today that Chuanquilo discovered that this was not the case.
Those damned Slaanesh followers must have stolen some treasure, attracting tens of thousands of cold-blooded creatures riding flying beasts to chase them relentlessly.
What made the Gray Prophet even more angry was that the hairless thing fled in the same direction as it did, and brought the lizard thing's army with it, and crashed into the secret place where it had assembled its troops.
It was the great Grey Seer who had to flee like a stray dog for so long! Tsanquilo waited patiently for the greenskins to leave, not daring to cast a spell.
It doesn't have much dimensional stone left, so it can't fight against too many powerful enemies.
It looked with distress at the rat trolls around it that were being gnawed to pieces, and began to think about the cost of restoring the Bonebreaker.
Tsanquiro couldn't afford to lose this good servant, who had saved the Grey Seer countless times.
For example, this time, if it hadn't enthusiastically offered its flesh and blood, Chuan Kui Luo would have starved to death long ago.
The Grey Seer leaned against the golden statue, worrying about how to join the army.
As long as Tsanquilo returns to the Skaven, everything will be fine.
It must tell the other warlocks that the Plague Clan has begun building the ritual pedestal and they can proceed with their plans.
They can even go a step further and snatch treasures from Pahakus that can replace the energy core, so that the Thirteen Councils will know the irreplaceable role of Chuanquilo.
If all goes well, the sinking of Lustria will shock all who witness it.
And it, the great and terrifying Doomsday Grey Prophet Chuan Kuro, will replace the chief of the Grey Prophet clan and become a member of the Thirteen Councils! What a glorious future this is!
Chuan Kui Luo was rubbing the golden statue in ecstasy. Suddenly, a roar from outside the cave shattered the Gray Prophet's dream and made it tremble unconsciously.
That orc warrior is coming, and he's going to chase the rat tide again!
A light bulb suddenly lit up in his head, and a smug smile appeared on Chuan Kui Luo Shu's face.
It might be able to help the greenskins find the ratmen, and show up at the most critical moment to become the savior of the Skaven.
With the help of the greenskins, it can also find the rat army more easily.
As for how many ratmen will die, the Grey Prophet doesn't care. It must regain its authority. The continuous failures have made those warlocks distrust it.
The Grey Seer carefully pulled out a small piece of warpstone, preparing to cast an illusion of a greenskinned shaman over himself.
This is a very challenging behavior. It is difficult for Chuan Kui Luo to adapt to the habits of the greenskins and it is also difficult for him to imitate the greenskin shaman.
But that not-so-bright general seemed easy to fool. He just had to deceive the orc general.
You must be extra careful to avoid being seen through by the orc shaman.
The Isthmus of Lustria, the Pahualasha rainforest, deep in the Maku Peaks.
Lynch didn't know whether this was the thousandth cycle of Kotego or the thousandth hour of Taibok, but the sun rose as usual today.
It is worth noting that half a day ago, when Kotego first rose, the jungle tiger constellation, which had not yet darkened, was unusually bright, and the brilliant star was revealing some kind of future.
"Gronnie! What's going on?"
The dwarf was howling in fear again, and Lynch had had enough of his screams.
There are ruins everywhere in this mountain range, and it is normal to see one or two colonial ruins occasionally. After all, it is always easier to build a town based on the original ruins than to create one out of nothing.
However, the town built on the ruins will eventually be destroyed by the power contained in the ruins.
The cold-blooded species did not dare to reclaim the ruins casually, but the hot-blooded species were extremely indifferent to the remaining magic and chaos rifts in the ruins.
For example, the ruins of the colony before us looked like they had only existed for three nights.
Perhaps it was the previous encounter with Nikolaiki that brought about its doom, or perhaps human activities caused the dormant power in the ruins to awaken.
In short, all its townspeople were hung in the square.
It can be seen that this is the masterpiece of the Slaanesh demon.
Because all the townspeople were naked and their bodies were covered with scars, although the swollen flesh and blood that was festering and oozing pus made identification more difficult, Lynch could tell at a glance that they were the claw marks of the lust demon.
When Lynch approached the corpses, he was surprised to find that they all carried some kind of disease.
Perhaps this is normal; after all, any body left in the rainforest for more than a day becomes a breeding ground for microbes.
The fact that they were not completely rotten was beyond Lynch's expectations.
Fortunately, the surviving warriors are all from ancient races with resistance far exceeding that of ordinary humans, and this unknown flu is afraid of high temperatures.
Lynch lit up Kotego's scepter, allowing stronger sunlight to shine on the corpse hanging on the stake.
After a more careful search, the Swordmaster of Hoeth found the emblem of the Plague Lord in a recently abandoned house.
Lynch could no longer tolerate the stinking corpse and directly destroyed it.
It's easy to see that this is the aftermath of the war between Nurgle and Slaanesh.
The daemons of Slaanesh invaded a newly established colony of the Cult of Nurgle, and a feast of sadomasochism ensued.
Succubi are surprisingly unpicky, which makes sense, since even Nurgle daemons can fall prey to Slaanesh daemons.
These sexual perverts have defiled the ruins. Regardless of whether there are treasures left, Lynch is not going to go deep into the ruins to search.
(End of this chapter)
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