There was another sense of suffocation and heavy oppression, as if passing through the bottom of a lake. When the wetness on his cheeks dissipated and he opened his eyes again, Eski had returned to the parliament.

This place remains as it was before, and the slaves who cannot understand Elvish are still in a state of ignorance.

Esky clutched his chest and slowly stood up, as if there was still a phantom pain there.

However, there is indeed no new pain passing through the body.

The feeling like water flowing around his body made him immediately understand that Moonlight Girl's magical power had not dissipated in his body. When he looked down, the green destruction runes on the white cloth robe on his body had almost turned into moon white.

"There's no way to hide this thing?"

Esky, who tried several times to cover up these runes with Skaven's green magic, but failed, looked at the silver-white marks on his body that were completely different from the snow-white fur, and felt a little distressed.

With this look, any rat would know something was wrong with him, and even the Gray Prophet could tell at a glance that he was a heretic.

"Is this going to spread the reputation of betraying the Horned Rat? I hope Quickwall's agreement is still effective."

Eski thought.

In this case, he himself, like the Mede clan, would have to avoid the sight of the Gray Prophet and the Council of Thirteen, at least until the plague or curse of Nagash is resolved.

"Eski, you are in a very bad situation."

The figure in black robe suddenly appeared outside the green protective shield in front of Esky, it was Esiliga.

He does not seem to intend to participate in the War Council, so up to now, he is not a member of the Council.

"I was tricked by Nagash."

Eski patted the moon-white rune marks on his chest and face and said.

"I knew it."

Eshiliga shook his head slightly.

He knew something was going to happen when he heard that Eski was dueling with Trabu not far from Nagashzar's fortress.

"Then you can't stay in the parliament during this period. Neither Ikrit nor I will accept the risks brought by the Stickman Monster."

The Rat Man said in his voice that still lacked any trace of age.

Esky nodded, and the green barrier disappeared.

"Don't worry, the plague has been suppressed and there is no risk of infection for the time being."

Seeing Eshiliga retreating continuously, the engineering warlock said, put his paw on the round table of the council, and erased the runes left behind.

"See you again at Scully's factory."

A burst of green mist appeared, and Eshiriga also walked outside.

Outside the gate of the parliament, a group of leaders of small clans were gathered together, observing the parliament hall that suddenly flashed with a green light curtain, and the three-layer steel-armored clan rats outside.

They were all attracted by the strange movement and the rumors they had just heard.

A black-haired rat leader whispered excitedly and fearfully.

"The place was suddenly heavily guarded. I think there was a coup there. Judging from their movements, it seems that there was a coup, yes."

Another rat-man leader with round yellow hair, unexpectedly as tall as a storm rat, said sharply...

"The legendary white-haired engineer warlock who provided us with the agreement didn't come out. It was the old guy who came out."

The words of the two people made the already noisy rats even more noisy.

"The leader of Clan Skryre has changed?"

"Looks like they've changed people again."

"This price is too low. The engineers and warlocks in Skulli must not agree."

"It's similar to a slave rat thing. He's short, and he's still young enough to make such baseless guarantees. He's really stupid."

"Maybe we can go to Scully's and have a bite."

"That's Scully!"

All the rats have different perspectives, including anger, fear, and greed

Greed was intertwined until Esiliga appeared - dressed in black robes, he was slightly blocked by several clan rats, and successfully attracted the attention of the rats below.

"Who is that person?"

Several young rat-man leaders asked, and several storm rat leaders who looked obviously much older, even some with magic runes on their fur, cursed.

"Ikrit's lackey! The renegade master, Eshiliga."

The young rats would not have had the opportunity to know Eshiriga in the past.

Not to mention that Eshiliga has always been more accustomed to hiding himself in the dark. In the past time, Ikrit has lost his power for too long, and the presence of Eshiliga, who is responsible for assassinations and reconnaissance, has naturally become

Even lower.

But they are different. They still remember what Ikrit relied on to control their small clans when he was in power.

Although the Gray Prophet will turn the rats into charcoal if they disagree with him, as long as the acting is good enough, the Gray Prophet's orders will not be able to penetrate into small and medium-sized clans.

Everyone can deal with the errands relatively casually, and find ways to find their own clan interests in a place full of dimensional stone mines.

But Ikrit is different.

The rats hiding in the darkness under the old dog Eshiliga will monitor the movements of each of their clans. If Iklit is not satisfied, the poisoned dagger will be found on the body of the clan leader about the next day.

Up.

Compared to Ikrit, they still prefer the rule of the Gray Prophet.

"Another Gray Prophet has come to the big city. We must support the Gray Prophet! Ikrit is just a rebellious traitor, and his war council has no effect."

The words of several rat leaders reached the ears of the young leaders.

"The terrain of the parliament is the highest point inside the underground fortress. The stalactites above that can be used to fall have been cleared long ago. There may be traps."

"If you want to fight, you can go up first with the people from the big city."

"What I'm saying is that I will only go to the big city if the people go to the big city."

"No, no, no, I, the slave rat, am here to give you some prestige. I won't really let my men fight."

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The voices of the rats were still so sharp and arrogant, but the meaning contained in them made the old leaders think that they were like mouse cubs who were still drinking stinky milk from the breeding pits due to the production modification surgery.

"You idiots! Haven't you seen so many storm rats coming from the big city!"…

An old leader grabbed the scabbard of his waist knife and slapped the young rat on the head who spoke the most spinelessly. However, the latter slapped him directly in response, so that a group of young rats pulled out the weapons either at their waists or behind their backs.

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Several smaller-looking rats pulled out daggers in their hands as if by magic, and when the rats weren't paying attention, they were about to stab each other in the neck.

However, after several rats who tried to plot against each other had their heads dislocated, and a dozen rats were stabbed to death by knives from behind, the two groups of rats widened the distance between each other and returned to the channel of communication.

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"There are indeed many storm rats coming to the big city, so I let them go up first. There is no reason why the stronger storm rats can't go up, so let us go up."

The round, fat mouse wiped the blood that had not yet solidified on his chest and back, and held the weird purple weapon in his hand with a smooth feeling on his hand.

This product produced by the Skry clan did not disappoint him.

"In the final analysis, we small clans gather here for the opportunities to make money everywhere, for the dimensional stones that exist everywhere, and it is difficult for us to earn much in our lifetime."

He said with greed in his eyes.

"Otherwise, you can go up first."

Another brown rat that was almost climbing on the rock wall spoke.

"I know a few people from the Moss clan. I heard that they will not get involved in the political affairs of this place. They care more about the politics of the big city."

"Those tens of thousands of storm rats,

Most of them belong to Moss. So, the Gray Prophet doesn’t have that many cards in his hand."

With that said, the mice started talking again. The noise continued for a while, and the sudden sound that broke through the air made them lean together.

Several arrows penetrated deeply from the tail feathers into the chest of an armorless rat. There was no armor or weapons, but none of the rats felt sad for such a lowly creature. However, their attention was focused on those arrows.

On the branch.

"A green-skinned thing?"

Several rats who had fought with the greenskins in the desert said that they were sure that the thing was not something that could be hit with a sling.

"The greenskins use bows, and this is a crossbow."

The old leader with runes on his body said.

"I saw this thing when I was a mercenary in the north fighting against dwarf things."

"This thing is not as useful as our sling, but it is too narrow here, and the shooters still shoot from the shooting hole hidden in the dark. Things like crossbows still have to be a little easier to use."
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To be continued...