The Gray Prophet, Grayclaw, Horned Rat's favorite, Nur's Grand Marshal, Skaven General, and Gray Prophet, Grayclaw Grayclaw lay in the sewers of Nur, pondering what to do next.
Grayclaw's infamy was well known in the Old World, but not many people knew about it. He had committed countless crimes and caused dozens of disasters, causing the Old World to suffer endless disasters. Everyone in the Empire knew about the huge riot that destroyed half of Nur twenty years ago, and all the dwarves knew about how the ancient dwarven fortresses in the Ridge of the World were destroyed. However, very few people knew that Grayclaw was the culprit, and most of them only knew the mark he left behind, "Xingchuan".
Grayclaw had thought of himself as the most ambitious Gray Prophet and Skaven Warlord among the Skaven Ratfolk ever since he rose to power. He was cunning and dared to gamble, and considered himself the most talented ratfolk in the Subterranean Empire. Grayclaw had played many roles, including being an experienced diplomat and political consultant for many powerful warlords and generals, which gave him great wealth and prestige.
As his strength and wealth continued to rise, Grayclaw was no longer willing to be a lackey of others. He began to take action himself, most famously leading tens of thousands of ratfolk to cause the great riot in Nur. He went to Kislöw to contact the Mord clan and caused the destruction of several dwarven fortresses and the death of thousands of dwarves. He went to Luscia and defeated and killed a Serpent God Sotigo, all of which were Grayclaw's illustrious feats.
However, the Gray Prophet's series of feats all failed at the last moment.
The great riot in Nur was stopped by the Golden Partners, Gao Cuike and Felix. In the end, Grayclaw did not get the prototype of the industrial steam engine in Nur, nor the formula for gunpowder in Nur, nor did he destroy the industrial center of the Empire.
In the Troll Kingdom, the Mord clan's plot to destroy the human kingdom was stopped by Gao Cuike and Felix, who became Grayclaw's biggest victims.
Grayclaw's attack on Luscia was not stopped by the Golden Partners, but at the most critical moment, Grayclaw's summoning ritual unfortunately went wrong.
Instead of summoning the Scourge Lord, he summoned the Khorne Archdemon, Scarbrand, the Wanderer.
Scarbrand was excited at the sight of the scene. "I'll f * cking kill them all."
Grayclaw's grand plans failed on the verge of success, and Grayclaw's plans always ended in disaster. Grayclaw had to spend a lot of time licking his wounds before he prepared to strike again.
Grayclaw knew this very well. In his reports to the Skaven Council of Thirteen, he never mentioned his "repeated failures", but instead emphasized his "repeated failures". In his replies to the Horned Rat, Grayclaw constantly emphasized that he was "treading on thin ice, as if he was facing an abyss", and "trembling in fear, not daring to sweat". In the end, despite Grayclaw's repeated failures, his heroic and fearless image had been established, and a large number of Skaven Rats had always supported him and followed him. Grayclaw also constantly promised the Rats that if he succeeded, they would be given the right to mate, live in a big house, and enjoy the best food.
After a long discussion, the Council of Thirteen decided to give the position of General to Grayclaw, because the Gray Prophet had experience of almost succeeding. Four Skaven Clans were sent to serve under Grayclaw, and the four clans also provided him with a large amount of equipment. Grayclaw was very pleased with himself, and was ready to go all out to prove his loyalty to the Horned Rat.
However, the months of sewers and tunnels were not successful. The humans seemed to be very vigilant and constantly sent patrols to the sewers to interfere with the Skaven Ratmen's actions. Most of them returned empty-handed, and a small number of them were erased from the world. However, this could not stop the fact that the construction work was delayed. After several months of not completing the task, the Skaven Ratmen began their traditional art: infighting.
Before the sewers and tunnels were completed, the Ratmen army had already fought more than a dozen times, and tens of thousands of Ratmen died in the infighting. The commotion caused by both sides in the Nur sewers even alerted the Nur people. As expected, the Nur people seemed to know something, and began to prepare their army for war. This made Grayclaw so angry that his eyes turned askew, and his nostrils flared.
Of course, after a few more months of construction, a more serious problem appeared.
The Ratmen began to starve!
The destruction of the Southern Kingdom gave the Skaven Ratmen about two years' worth of food reserves, but no matter how rich the food reserves were, they would run out one day. Under the will of the Horned Rat, the Skaven Ratmen attacked all over the world, but all of them were not going well.
During the Battle of Brittany, the Skaven Ratmen lost their chief engineer, Ekete, and executed the Grinning Mouth Clan's Tritas Coward.
During the Siege of Eight Peaks Mountain, the Clan Master of the Moss Clan, Gnoll, was still besieging Eight Peaks Mountain, but Belegar of Eight Peaks Mountain had been fighting against the Skaven Ratmen for a long time, and Eight Peaks Mountain had a certain amount of self-sustaining food, so they were unable to take it down.
During Ruthcia's surprise attack, the Skaven Ratmen paid a huge price to summon a supreme being from beyond the stars. It was said that he was the brother of the Serpent God Sotigo, Fogen. That guy was indeed very powerful, and the army he brought was also unimaginably powerful. However, before he could finish deploying his army, Fogen attacked first. The two sides fought for several days, and in the end, Venerable Petrabo was unable to adapt to the changes in physics in this world. Many of his weapons could not be used, and he did not have time to deploy the cannons that he was so proud of, so he died under Fogen's sword.
There was no need to mention Helmgat. He originally thought that he could take down Five Unyielding Experts in one fell swoop, and not only did he fail, but he also suffered heavy losses.
The incomparable success of the first phase of the great Holy War (the annihilation of the Southern Kingdom and the siege of the dwarven fortress) served as a contrast to the weakness of the second phase (the lack of decisive victories in all four key battlefields).
Chuanqueiro was troubled by the problem of hunger among the Ratmen. The fact that the Ratmen at the bottom did not have enough to eat and were unwilling to work hard made the Chief Gray Prophet very angry.
Why didn't these slave rats understand?
Chuanqueiro, whose fur was already turning gray, was already middle-aged. He already had everything, and as the newly promoted Chief Gray Prophet of the Horned Ratmen, he was living a comfortable life and felt that this world was great, so he was not worried.
On the other hand, the Ratmen at the bottom not only lived a life of hunger and harm, but also had little hope of rising up (usually, only a few Ratmen would be promoted after several major battles). They also wanted to climb up and squeeze into the upper levels of the Skaven Clan, where the streets of the Four Great Houses were clean and tidy and illuminated by Dimensional Stones. However, the Skaven Clan was only so big. If the Ratmen at the bottom wanted to come up, where would the Storm Rats and Gray Prophets at the top live? Therefore, not only did the Chuanqueiro have to occupy their positions, they had to do so for generations to come.
Therefore, while the Chuanqueiro were not worried, the Ratmen and Clan Ratmen at the bottom were.
That was the problem. Chuanqueiro heard the Ratmen's complaints and felt annoyed. He hated seeing them anxious and felt uncomfortable.
He hoped that the Ratmen were as unworried as he was, and that they felt that this world was great.
Chuanqueiro was sitting comfortably in the middle of the army as the Flesh-Eating Rat Demon Skeletal Hand, fully equipped with Divine Artifacts to command the battle. The Ratmen would go to the border, work, die, be cannon fodder on the battlefield, work in the mines as coolies, go to the human kingdoms to make their own food, and so on.
This was called order and order.
However, this was not enough. It was far from enough.
The Ratmen also had to be careful not to say anything, so that the Gray Prophets would feel comfortable.
The Ratmen were comfortable after venting, but the Gray Prophets were unhappy.
The Ratmen suppressed their negative energy. Uncomfortable, but the Gray Prophets were comfortable …
Order had been established, and the Ratmen's complaints were dissatisfaction. How could the Ratmen be dissatisfied with order when the Gray Prophets were comfortable?
You're in the wrong.
"The Ratmen now don't have any, any of the spirit of hard work!" Chuanqueiro complained. "When I, when I first started out as the Gray Prophets' apprentice, didn't I also go through a lot of hardships to get to where I am today? If it wasn't for my hard work (and the fact that I killed my mentor in the process), where would I be today? "
Chuanqueiro immediately came to a conclusion. Firstly, the Ratmen were anxious because they had nothing better to do, so from today onwards, their food rations would be cut in half, and their workload would be increased so that they would not have time to think. Secondly, the Ratmen would be killed eleven times, so that the Ratmen would know that their current lives were not easy to come by, and that the pain in their lives would always be greater. Only then would they be able to appreciate the hard-won happiness of today.
After giving the order, Chuanqueiro continued to cast spells in an attempt to summon the Scourge Lords.
This was his twelfth failure, but the Chief Gray Prophet did not give up. He immediately summoned the Scourge Lords for the thirteenth time.
This time, there was finally a different outcome.
In the shadows, a pair of sharp claws tore through the barrier between the subspace and the real world. In the yellow-green shadows, a supreme being let out a shrill scream. A deep chill caused Chuanqueiro's tail to curl up, and all his hair to stand on end. The chill spread from his butt all the way to the top of his head. He immediately knelt down and looked at the newcomer.
It was a Scourge Lord. It appeared from the shadows and stared at Chuanqueiro with a pair of cold and playful eyes. Chuanqueiro had seen many Scourge Lords before, but he had never seen one like this one.
Large horns extended from its head. In the Skaven Ratfolk society, this was without a doubt a symbol of authority. However, none of them could compare to the majesty of the Scourge Lord in front of them.
The horns took up a large space above the Scourge Lord's head, and they were intertwined with each other.
As Chuanqueiro stared at it, those curved horns seemed to be constantly changing their shape, twisting, entangling, and extending. The Scourge Lord grabbed Chuanqueiro's head and lifted him up.
"Ah, little Chuanzi, I've come on the orders of the Rat God." The Scourge Lord spoke with an extremely dangerous tone. "That's right, I've come for you."
"May I ask, great Scourge Lord, what is your name?" Chuanqueiro asked with a trembling voice.
"Listen well, little Chuanzi. My name is Skorch Wilminkin!" The Scourge Lord exuded an indescribably tyrannical power. Its body floated in the air, and one of its eyes was missing. In its empty eye sockets, the raging flames of the dimension stone burned. "Your mission is not over yet. I have come under the orders of the rat god to bring many people to assist you."
Chuanqueiro was put down by the Scourge Lord. Behind the Scourge Lord, there were over a hundred Plague Priests, Warlocks Engineers, Shadow Assassins, an entire legion of thirteen council guards, the most elite of the Skaven Ratmen, and several Gray Prophets.
Wait, I know who it is! The king of ratmen, the number one Scourge Lord under the rat god! The most powerful Scourge Lord — Venerable Shrieking Slaughter!
"Hahaha, it seems that you recognize me," the Supreme Calamity Lord Skorch said, "Very well, prepare for the meeting."
“yesyes！” Chuankuiro was incomparably excited. With a supreme Lord of Calamity endorsing me, I'll definitely send Nur to the heavens this time!
In the depths of the sewers, the Skaven War Council began to meet, and Skreeport, the Great Warlock of the Skuri Clan, played to their old habits of infighting. He opposed all the proposals and questioned all the plans that Quero formulated.
But this time, with the Supreme Lord of Calamity endorsing Kweilo, Kweilo quickly silenced the other Skaven Warlords and began to announce his plan.
While the Skaven Ratmen at the back were busy with the war council, the Ratmen at the front who were still working hard suddenly noticed something.
After being starved for several days, the Ratmen slave Ratmen seemed to have smelled something delicious. They ignored the whips of the Clan Ratmen, threw down the tools in their hands, and rushed towards a certain place in the sewers!
Cheese, butter! The Ratmen's favorite food!
Yesyes！ The Ratmen discovered a furless granary!
Yesyes!
Large granaries were discovered one after another, and inside them were an astonishing number of sweet biscuits! The Ratmen slave Ratmen were already crazy with hunger, and once they smelled the familiar smell of stinky cheese and sour butter, they could no longer hold back and began to gobble down the delicious biscuits. The situation went out of control for a while. The Ratmen slave Ratmen had been starving for too long, and even some of the Clan Ratmen could not help but eat a few pieces. Of course, more of the sacks were collected and stored as food reserves.
There were too many granaries, and the Ratmen slave Ratmen were all full. They held their swollen bellies in satisfaction, and no matter how hard the Warlord whipped them, the Ratmen would not budge. The Ratmen devoured the biscuits in a frenzy, and their bellies were round.
The clan rats also couldn't help but taste the "furless reserve food". Although the taste was very low and the taste was average, it was something that could be eaten in general.
When the news reached the War Council of the Skaven Ratmen, Chuancuo, who was busy bargaining with the Skaven Warlords, did not think too much about it. He only ordered that all the Skaven Ratmen be fed, and set the attack to three days later. They were prepared to blow up Nur with hundreds of Dimensional Stone Bombs from the inside, and then attack Nur from the inside.
At the same time, in the Nur slums, in the sewers.
Nur Grand Marshal Erstein, Nur Baron and interim Supreme Commander of Nur Frey Derick, Great Alchemist Bayershazer Gelt, former Queen Alisala, Goddess of War Noelle, and Captain of the Blackstone Guards Nathan Drake came to the end of the hundreds of complicated tunnels in the slums.
What appeared in their sight were hundreds of dimensional stone machines, thousands of Skaven slave rat laborers, a large number of historical war machines, hundreds of stitched monsters of the Mord clan, and rows of dimensional stone bombs. In the underground world of the sewers that was hundreds of meters deep, it was like a giant ratmen military factory!
"It seems that Lady Ladelia was right." Nur Grand Marshal Erstein forced himself a few times before he finally swallowed and said, "There really are non-existent Skaven Ratmen underground."
"So many." Frey Derick frowned. The Baron thought about the situation and shook his head. "We walked for almost two hours to get here. If we send an army, it will immediately alert the Ratmen and cause them to move away. Teacher, what should we do?"
Bayershazer Gelt looked at the Skaven military factory below and said, "Those are clearly Dimensional Stone Bombs. It seems that the Skaven Ratmen intend to use these bombs to send Nur to the sky, or at least blow up our barracks and factories."
"Yes, we must strike first." Frey Derick looked at the two Pit Abominations, a dozen Storm Trolls, and an army of Storm Rats and shook his head. The Baron was not confident in his side. "But we can't deal with so many of them. Teacher, we need to think of another way."
"There has always been a way." At this time, the Goddess of War, Noel, spoke. She pointed above the sewers and said, "Don't forget, Nur is at the junction of the Ivy River and the Wesson River."
"Wait … Noel, what do you mean?" Frey Derick understood. "We open the dam of the sewers and flood Nur?"
"Yes." Noel nodded.
"But if that's the case, Nur himself will also be submerged by the flood." Frederick pondered for a moment before a joyful expression appeared on his face. You can definitely … "
"Yes, leave it to me." Gelt was full of confidence and even a little arrogance. "Also, inform all the factories that I want to borrow their industrial waste water."
"How can the flames of crickets compare to my metal flood!"
On this day, Nur began a general mobilization, and all the troops entered a state of readiness for battle.
Similarly, on this day, the Skaven Ratmen also began their general mobilization. Every Ratman around Nur received at least five cookies and a weapon. All the war machines were activated, and the two to three million cookies that they had unexpectedly obtained were all released. The Gray Prophet concocted a secret potion to make the Ratmen excited. The holy emblem of the Horned Rat appeared in the air, which meant that the Horned Rat God would personally watch this battle.
The Rats who had eaten their fill were motivated by the honor and promotion. Their morale soared. The Gray Prophets promised that out of every thousand Rats, there would be two to three lucky ones who would be promoted to Clan Rat!
"Descendants of the Horned Rat God, rise! A great moment is coming! "
"This is the Skaven Holy War that belongs to every Rat. The Horned Rats need you!"
"Go and make those hairless things die!"
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