Unlike the turbulent magic aura in the sky, the atmosphere in Nagashzar City was silent.

Because of the previous battle with Green Skin, the Chaos humans had evacuated their simple fortresses made of soil and bones. Only dead people existed here.

Two rat shadows tiptoed to a special area in the city.

There are the most bones outside, and there may be important military information. As long as you bring the things here back, you may know what the terrifying magic vortex is in the sky.

However, when they touched the four corners of the skeleton into the room, the situation here was completely different from the place where they imagined the information storage.

There is nothing here, among the shining runes, there is only a rotten iron cage engraved with dense spots of light.

Just a piece of rotten meat, what's the point of being locked up? Is it a monster whose appearance is concealed?

I crossed the rotten meat and searched the room again, but there was still nothing.

The black-robed rat walking in front of him spat on the ground and risked his life to run for nothing, which really made him feel uncomfortable.

Even deeper, the defense force will definitely be stronger. They can't get anything, maybe...

"You guys come here? Nagash didn't kill you?"

The rat man's speech as if something was wrong on his throat reached his ears, it was not the voice of his companion.

After checking around, he was convinced that the piece of rotten meat on the ground was actually speaking.

"I am the first member of the War Council and the Skuri clan engineer."

Esky put a piece of white fur and his already sore tail in front of the other party. He looked at the other party's vigilant look and said it as if he was self-deprecating.

"Don't get too close, there's a plague inside my body."

Then, he pointed to the magic circle on the ground and the chains hooked to the iron cage above his head.

"You go and smash the damn magic array and chains, and you don't have to worry about what happened next."

However, the assassins and mice were slow to move, as if they had not heard Esky say something.

"If you don't want to, forget it, even if you don't help me, I have a way to leave."

As if he suddenly remembered something, he coughed out a mouthful of pus and blood in the cage, Esky continued.

"When I go back, tell Ecret that before I come back, don't launch an offensive. All the troops will shrink if they can."

"Nagash's own strength has surpassed the thirteen-man council in the Great City."

The two rats looked at each other, slowly approached Esky's cage, took out their rune dagger, and slowly stabbed into several dense runes on the ground.

The runes on the dagger shone slightly, and a green spark was splattered. The runes of the method array were only extinguished.

"My rune weapon is not like this. However, it is the dwarf's weapon. It seems that there is still a big gap between the dwarf's rune technology and our rune technology."

Eski murmured to himself, resisting the urge to scratch his eyes, the engineer's festering claws pointed at a corner of the magic circle.

"Don't make things difficult for you anymore. Just stab the big runes on the right and then cut off the damn chain."

When the light of the magic circle dimmed a little bit again, the iron cage broke and Esky's legs were pressed into a ball by the weight of the iron cage, making a strange sound.

This made the Assassin and Mouse extremely nervous. He looked out and saw that there was no black bone rack that looked like an elite came in, and then he turned around.

Esky seemed to be unable to feel the pain, pointing to the sky outside, the whirlpool that could be seen with magic even in a dim cell.

"That magic ceremony should not be stopped before it is completed, so the perception ability of these skeletons is minimized. You can continue to go deeper whatever you want."

"The Bighorn Rat Night is tonight, and you still have half a day to leave."

The assassins and mice heard the warning and did not leave immediately, but placed a package on the ground to open it.

The green light and the fragrance of the dimensional stone made the little things on Esky's body become more restless and brought him a slight itch.

"Since the Fire Man has become weak, is this thing useful?"

Assassin Mouse asked carefully, and when he heard that he could take advantage of the opportunity, he immediately prepared to do something big. The life of the rat man is so short that it is difficult to find an opportunity to do something big in this life. Maybe he can extend his life for a hundred years.

Esky looked down and saw that it was a dimensional stone bomb, without his unique imprint, which meant it.

"Dimensional Stone Bomb? Have you climbed over Scottish factory?"

The engineer looked up and showed a red eye, which made the Assassin Rat take two steps immediately.

"The only three remaining apprentices in Scurry are providing this kind of bomb with all their might."

Esky dragged his disabled body and wriggled on the ground with pus. A map of pus appeared on the ground.

"The dimensional stone bomb is useless to Nagas, but if it is placed in this fortress, several key nodes of load bearing are detonated, which may cause the fortress to collapse."

"His spells should be affected, too."

While the conspiracy on the ground was underway, there was silence in the fortress underground.

In the hall of the parliamentary casting with white bones, there was a silence on the round table covered with bright red tablecloths. The parliament, which was supposed to be thirteen, now only eleven people.

The rats smoked the dimensional stone snuff, barely excited their pink nose, and then continued to remain silent.

Icret sat alone on the thirteenth mat, looked at the rats, and spoke first.

"There was no membership in the parliament and should have been re-established as soon as possible, but the situation was urgent, so the meeting would be held first. What do the members of the parliament view on whether to give up the underground fortress bill if the newly submitted proposal is given up."

Pollock of the Morse clan glanced at Icret, took a deep breath of Dimension Silky Snuff, and said nothing - this proposal was submitted by the Rickek clan, but he didn't understand whether Icret was tempting or really going to retreat.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Looking at the black-robed mouse sitting in the dark behind him, it is better to shut up for the time being.

However, the slim clan members stood up from their seats and walked forward under the green light of the dimensional stone light.

"The slippery clan will not accept it."

"The underground river through the underground fortress has been developed by the slippery clan for decades. Suddenly we have to give up, we will directly lose contact with the vassals and strongholds in the East."

"Unless, let us continue to contact the East."

There was a crisp sound at the collision between Ecret's hand armor, and he asked, holding his chin.

"How much difference does it take to make up for digging a river?"

"The cost of slave rats is not counted, but the cost and time cost are about 300,000 dimensional coins."

"You really dare to speak."

Icret sneered.

If I was not counted as the additional consumption of Icret himself, the military expenditure of the Rikek clan in one year was only more than 40,000 dimes, so the slippery clan dared to speak out.

The lord of the slippery clan also laughed.

"We accept installments. Originally, the downstream Skuri Mint could produce hundreds of thousands of coins in a year. We don't believe that the commander-in-chief of the Expeditionary Force could not control Skuri's apprentice."

"The inventory there has been taken away by the match monster, so don't think about the dimensional coins."

Hearing Ecret's answer, the slippery clan was not annoyed and then proposed.

"There is no other way. The slippery clan has always been responsible for the transportation of rivers and underground rivers, if we can involve the ocean."

Hearing this proposal, Ecret shook his head repeatedly.

"You want me to help you block the scurvy clan? Rickek can't do it, nor can I have the influence in the big city."

"Where is Lord Velsky?"

Eshiriga's eyes also turned to the members of the slippery clan, and it seemed that the other party's purpose was Velsky.

"He has gone to the big city. Even if he wants to promise you, it will be a few months later. I am wondering if you can last for a few months."

The lord of the defiance approached the other party and whispered.

"Can you not see the magic vortex in the sky?"

"Of course I saw it, so I'll leave this ghost place tonight."

"You are going to betray the Bighorn Rat."

A discordant voice appeared, and the lord of the slippery clan looked over. It was originally the seat of the gray prophet, but now the one sitting on it was just an apprentice.

He let out a sharp laugh and said.

"Escape from the mortal crisis is not a betrayal, right, Lord Ecret."

Then, regardless of the hidden Ecrete in the shadow, turn toward the Pollock Green Skin Slicer of the Morse clan.

"Where is the Morse clan?"

Pollock shook his head as he spit out a mouthful of green mist.

"We must at least evacuate to a safe distance. The Moses clan's combat power is indeed strong, but it is not used to consume unreasonable magic."

As he said that, he looked at Ecret.

Rickek was originally a clan with more than 20,000 troops. If it weren't for the twenty-five years of civil war, Icret would never have been the commander-in-chief of the Expeditionary Force in his life.

If I give up this power, Icret would be engraving an epitaph on himself.

After thinking about it, he still said the second half of his words.

"I want to say that, judging by the current situation, we should announce the disbandment of the expedition, and this expedition was declared a failure. Take away all the dimension stones we can take away, and then never come back."

The table in the parliament was suddenly slapped.
To be continued...