Author: War Pig Dayu Lao

The meeting reached an impasse, which was not normal in a society based on betrayal and subterfuge.

Could it be that a surprising loud noise stopped the sect leaders present from arguing.

Located directly in front of the parliament hall, at the entrance to the winding road, the screaming bell rang out for no reason at an unexpected time.

When the first bell began to ring, the thirteen Gray Prophets entered the council chamber. Dark green halos emerged from their bodies, and soon turned into a ball of blood and dissolved on the ground.

The second bell rang soon, and the thirteen Gray Prophets, with dull eyes, unconsciously raised the Great Horned Rat Seal in their legs, gathering the endless darkness here.

The third tone, the fourth tone, the fifth tone...

The faces of the council members present began to show fear. Only Negrich and Siiqi, who came from the Pain Clan and was known as the high priest, had fanatical eyes.

When the Great Horned God descends again to deliver the oracle, only the arrival of the true God will demand so many sacrifices.

The Great Prophet of Gray Claw felt panicked and planned to pull his body out of the chair, but the wooden chair that symbolized his status turned into a reminder at this moment. He could feel a kind of power emerging from his body, a familiar evil.

breath.

The bells gradually died down, and a horned evil god appeared above the conference table, with a green vortex spinning around it, emitting evil light at all times.

All the ratmen in Skaven City felt a sense of fear, as if the end of the world was coming, and they all knelt down to the Screaming Bell that emitted bright light, trying to get the Horned God to let them go.

Most of the ratmen in the council room were like this. The patriarchs, who symbolized incomparable authority and power in the eyes of other rats, all knelt on the ground with their heads hunched, praying that the fate of the Great Prophet Gray Claw would not befall them.

The Horned Rat, who sacrificed one hundred and sixty-nine Gray Prophets, created twelve magic stones at the Round Table when it appeared.

"Touch it." The Horned Rat's voice was as evil as every rat man believed, and endless filthy words could not describe the sound that echoed in the conference room.

Plague Lord Negrich touched the magic stone in front of him without hesitation, and a special feeling emerged from it. Countless knowledge about making plagues was contained in it, as if he had understood the essence of the concept of plague.

A glimmer of light appeared on Negrich's pox-ridden head, and a forked divine seal symbolizing the horned rat had been imprinted on the Plague Lord's body and soul.

The sect leaders began to touch the magic stones in front of them. Some died and turned into a cloud of dust scattered on the ground. However, some candidates succeeded and obtained the seal of the Great Horned Rat and the status of members of the Thirteenth Council.

Touching the twelve magic stones will disqualify you as a member of the Thirteen Council, and the vacant one will disqualify you from the seat of the Horned Rat.

After selecting the members of the Thirteen Council, the Horned Rat prepared to give orders.

"To put an end to the East Skaven dispute, the cold-blooded race threatens the evil Skaven, including the elves on the island." The horned rat's head turned slightly towards Negrich, and he could only feel many things. The prophesied enemy was coming.

Wake up, put an end to all useless disputes, and let them become your own nourishment.

And that premise will not lead to the capture of Itaza, the place where the Ancient Saint first descended. There are too many secrets hidden in the east chamber of the Ancient Saint, and even if there is only one, there is no guarantee whether there is any knowledge that threatens oneself.

"The Great Horned God, the cold-blooded ones are attacking Pestilen. There are many hairless elves and human things. Their plague has lost its effect, so we can use other methods to deal with those damn things. No, no." Negrich raised his head and looked at the sacred figure of the Great Horned Rat, as if it were the most beautiful thing in the world. I am afraid that not even death can erase that unforgettable memory.

"All Skaven clans, please go to Lustria and kill those cold-blooded species and elven things." The Horned Rat stared at every member of the council present with a burning gaze.

The divine seal brings not only power, but also absolute control. Ren Huan, Qu, and Fan Jiaxu can only sense that if there are those who dare to dissent, turning them into dust will be the best outcome.

"Your order, no, no." The Night Lord of the Eshin clan was the first to express his loyalty. No one knew what Sweik was thinking, and thought that he was just a rat who acted based on price.

However, the Eshin clan, which specializes in maintaining neutrality in foreign wars, is often the biggest recipient of benefits. The appearance of the Horned God that time was no surprise.

After Sweik, whose whole body was covered by black veil, expressed his obedience to the oracle, other members of the council successively expressed their absolute loyalty.

As a group of rat people who use medicine to extend their lives, they cherish their lives far more than any other rats, and they also understand better what the emerging Holy Seal of the Horned Rat means.

If you make a wrong move, you will not agree verbally, and there will be dust on the ground.

The Horned Rat gradually retreated, and before leaving, he gave Negrich a warpstone carrying an endless deadly plague.

After a long time, the rats gradually stood up straight, their expressions no longer showing the excitement and sinister smile they had during the previous verbal quarrels, but instead were full of seriousness.

Once the Skaven gathered their strength, not only in the war with Nagash in three thousand years, but also in the World's Edge Mountains, an area that is extremely familiar to the Skaven.

But now if you want to go to Lustria, just transporting the army will cost a lot of money and time. Add to that the difficulty of cold-blooded things, I am afraid that war will be more troublesome than the one with Nagash. .

"The Essien clan will send out the Master of Death, the master, the most elite running rat, no, no." Uncharacteristically, Snick said the chips. The deadliest assassin is afraid that his life will be controlled by others, so he can try his best to use other rats. life to satisfy the desire of the horned god.

"The Model clan likes those cold-blooded things, no, no. He needs countless specimens for experiments, and no one can take away the Model clan's experimental products." The tone of the great beast tamer was full of excitement, and all the people in the old world Most of the specimens have been thoroughly studied, and only jungle toys can meet the needs of the laboratory.

Womenjin, who thought of something, continued, his huge mouth big enough to swallow a rat-man could not hold back his thick yellow saliva, "There are those flying dragon things, there are many dragons in the pointed ears and legs. Things, they are all his, his!”

"The Storm Rats of the Grin Clan will sacrifice their lives for the Horned Rat!" said Krach Moonpaw, the great warlord of the Grin Clan.

Three of the four major clans have already expressed their stance. Among the powerful Grinning Clan entrenched in Camelback Mountain, the only one who has not shut up is Chief Engineer Warlock Mosquita.

"War machines will also crush those cold -blooded stuff, no, no." The chief engineers felt that the sanctuary on the surface of the body felt hot, and immediately expressed loyalty.

Skavien began to move. The interference of the foreign war in the rats immediately stopped. A large number of soldiers rushed to Lusubia from all over the old world. Another Skaviewwa would start.
Chapter completed!