Chapter 245 He's Coming
"It's him!"
"That lizard thing from Lustria! The Scale of Destruction! Here he comes!"
Fear spread underground.
There was deathly silence on the ground, with the occasional low growl that made the ratmen's blood shiver. The roar of the "beast element incarnation" brought unnatural fear, and the silent cold-blooded species brought deep fear to the ratmen.
The ratmen spying on the ground reported the enemy situation. The silent lizardmen were like dimensional stone weapons about to explode, making all the rat guts underground lose their vitality. The sound of the ratmen's teeth colliding with each other was endless.
Even the "beast elemental incarnations" summoned by the Truthsayer apprentice did not bring such terror to the ratmen.
They would rather face ten beast elementals than the lizard creatures that had repeatedly attacked them in Lustria.
Yes, yes, they are the remnants of Lustria, following the footsteps of the Dark Lord, they have traveled thousands of miles to Orbion to wreak havoc.
Just a minute ago, the eternal rule of the Great Unifier was at hand, and every ratman had a bright future. Even the slave rats were filled with the joy of impending victory.
But in just a minute, the lizard creature that was cursed by the Horned Rat ran from Lustria to the north.
"Just a lizard thing."
I don't know which ratman gave a shrill reminder, and the rats lurking underground began to stir, but no ratman dared to rush to the ground first.
There are at least a hundred thousand Skaven underground. If they all attack together, they can definitely overwhelm a lizard creature.
But the first group of ratmen who get close to the lizard will definitely die. Maybe it only takes a few thousand slave rats to kill the lizard, but it may also require the death of tens of thousands of ratmen.
Every Skaven has an intelligent mind, and obviously, no smart rat wants to die.
Death, what a terrible word.
Even slave rats would dream of turning the tables one day, becoming a high-ranking warlord, having their own female rats, and eating dry food until they were full every day.
All rat people blindly believe in their own wisdom and cunning. As long as they are alive, opportunities for advancement in class are everywhere.
The warlord's rat leader listed generous rewards. As long as the first ratmen rush to the ground, they will be promoted to a higher class after the war.
But even the slave rats who were most eager to improve their status had no intention of serving as pioneers.
The Clan Rats tried to drive the Slave Rats to the surface, but this directly led to a mutiny among the Slave Rats.
They have all witnessed the horror of the "Scale of Destruction". More than one ratman clan has been destroyed by him, and even the infamous Grey Prophet has been defeated by him.
After this war, the ratmen clan temporarily formed on Albian Island may not be able to continue to exist.
If there are any of their fellow lizards from the Old World here, the ratmen of Lustria will try to instigate them to serve as vanguards and use them as sacrifices to satisfy the killing desire of the "Scale of Destruction", and it would be best if they could make the lizard leave with satisfaction.
But all those present were "battle-hardened" veterans of the clans of Lustria, and no ratman wanted to be killed by the lizard creatures.
If they only heard the sounds of battle, they would be considered to have participated in the war, and they would really be considered to have been through many battles.
It's just that we withdrew from the battlefield a little too early.
The experienced rats firmly believed that they could not die in vain under the claws of the lizards, and they deserved to live and gain a higher status in other clans.
If they died here, the underground empire would suffer irreparable losses.
The slave rats and the clan rats fought symbolically for a few seconds, then separated from each other, one chasing the other and fleeing away from the battlefield.
"Stupid! Idiot! Useless rat!"
In the Lead Castle, Bilak's roar caused the fat of the "Fat Rat" Sfeko to tremble slightly, and the warlord humbly crouched on the ground like a ball of meat.
Sfeko wisely showed awe and fear, but inwardly he was thinking of something else.
If the great Bilak had not fled from Albion, Sfeko would most likely have become a physical shield for the Grand Unifier to block the knife.
If the Great Unifier values it as a servant, it should have allowed it to leave this island shrouded in destruction before the situation became worse.
During the agonizing wait, Sfeko did not receive any order to evacuate. The fat warlord suddenly became nervous, realizing his miserable fate.
"My great! Mighty! Immortal master! Please allow your humble servant to lead the legion and prove himself.
Yes, yes, I am just an insignificant worm to you, who can only solve the troubles you don't care about, please give me this opportunity, this is all I am worth! "
Bilak looked at the rat man maliciously, and of course he saw through the rat man's thoughts.
The Skaven were no longer important, and Be'lakor could fulfill its trivial wishes.
Sfeko was ecstatic at the Grand Unifier's permission. He could not wait to run out of the Lead Castle and march south with thousands of storm rats.
Nearly ten thousand clan rats are the vassal army of the Storm Rat Army, and the tens of thousands of slave rats driven by the clan rats are reserve food.
They will be on a long march, and their destination is certainly not Ogham.
Sfeco is heading to the Old World, where thousands of storm rats are enough for it to dominate the world.
The aggressive Skaven army stopped on the west coast of Albion. The Skaven nervously cut down trees and built "boats" that could only be regarded as driftwood.
Among these tens of thousands of ratmen, only one in ten can reach the Old World, but it is better than facing the "Scales of Destruction".
As a warlord who has been in Lustria for a long time, Sfek knows the horror of the Lizardmen.
Humans and elves usually do not seek to annihilate the enemy when they can defeat them.
Because a war of annihilation will lead to a desperate fight by the enemy, a trapped beast with no way to escape is the bravest warrior.
But the Lizardmen are different.
If the death of 10,000 lizardmen can completely wipe out the target, the cold-blooded creatures will do so without hesitation.
What's even more terrifying is that they only need to wait for a while before they can once again form a huge army of tens of thousands of lizardmen.
The Lizardmen's temple city is very large, and many Lizardmen walk out of the city every day.
Sfeko didn't know how fertile their female rats were. He only knew that if the temple city was not destroyed, the Lizardmen would pour out of the city endlessly and kill everywhere in the rain forest.
The undead on the east coast of Lustria were unable to defeat the cold-blooded creatures in the jungle in a war of attrition.
The powerful Plague Clan fought against the Lizardmen for thousands of years, but didn't they finally flee? The "Scale of Destruction" appeared in Albion, and Sfek was not sure whether this was a sign that the Lizardmen army was about to arrive.
Once the Lizardmen set their sights on it, it would have nowhere to escape.
No matter how many warriors are sacrificed, the coldbloods are willing to achieve their goals, as evidenced by the countless extinct clans in the rain forest.
The damn Lord of Darkness should face the cold-blooded creatures himself! Sfeko is not an immortal demon, and his life is too precious to be wasted on Orbion.
(End of this chapter)
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