The most mysterious decayed lord of the Thirteenth Parliament, Moskita, the mysterious rat man who has survived since the establishment of the Thirteenth Parliament, is quite normal for Esky to fear him.

But Icret originally thought Esky would at least be the type that was slanderous.

Eski, who was walking in front of him, shrugged.

"I was exiled here by the chief engineer warlock. I'm not sure what will happen to him when he sees me back to the big city."

While walking, Eski moved with his pink fleshy wings with white fluff.

"What's more, I brought this thing back."

"So, you have to give up the underground fortress?"

Icret is full of reluctance to leave the place where he has fought for decades.

This fortress, which has been built in deep underground for decades, has countless murder holes and countless secret passages that can attack the enemy side and harass the night.

Relying on the fortifications of several outer mines, even ordinary clan rats can rely on those fortifications to cut and kill skeletons that are several times more than themselves.

If the Match monster had not become too powerful, he would not have retreated even if he died in battle.

Esky's tail shook on the ground, and smooth moss immediately surged between the cracks of the stones.

He glanced back at Ecret's black face, which was invisible, and said.

"I've thought about a plan that I don't completely give up."

"Using the large amount of life winds in the thick rock formations can hinder the opponent's magic detection."

"Maybe outside the underground fortress, you can leave a few hidden passages that are difficult to detect and steal the mine shafts in other locations, and get some dimensional stones."

"But I'm not going to do that."

Speaking of this, Esky shook his head.

"There are always a few opportunities to gain benefits when taking risks. Superstitious low-probability events may be able to win once or twice, but in the end the risky side will suffer a big loss."

"The strategies that both want and require are almost all unfinished in the end. Choice is very important, and you must learn to give up something important."

As he said that, Esky looked at the old warlord. He hung many amulets and rings on his body that had more or less immortality effects, but Ecret was still too old.

"Of course, I know you can't lose your position as an expeditionary force. This war must go on. I will let him go on."

Esky's words did not suppress Ecret's emotions.

If the war fails, as the commander-in-chief of the Expeditionary Force, all responsibilities will be counted by the Thirteenth Parliament on Icret, which will not be tolerated to the entire underground empire.

Icret glared at Esky and sneered.

"A war without reward? Who will persevere?"

"I have to keep at least a few mines, and then send the Dimension Stone to the Great City, and exchange the interests of the great clans. Hire a few more, no, a speaker, to give a speech in the Thirteenth Parliament."

"This way there will be subsequent reinforcements. I don't have the influence of the Gray Prophet."

Esky picked up his arms, sighed, denying the statement.

"At most there will be another reinforcement, no more reinforcements, Ecret."

"Quickwall is dead, Scurry's factory is broken, and even if Staden is still alive, the major clans will not pay more."

"They must be anxious to withdraw from here, and I'm afraid I'll get other instructions from the Skuri clan soon."

Thinking of this, the white fur next to Esky's red eyes twisted.

Even though there have been tens of millions of casualties in the past decades - no matter how much water is inside - this time the loss is different from before.

Quickwall, a former member of the thirteen-man council, gave the position of the MP to the young rat in the Prophet clan.

The master of prophecy of spells predicted Nagash's destruction of the world and the main initiator of the expeditionary army.

Without his support and influence, I'm afraid that Scarvenor would not have such great support to the frontline in recent years.

To a certain extent, the lives of tens of millions of clan rats are not enough to be as long as Quakwall's life.

Thinking of this, Esky also complained.

"Seriously, you shouldn't have let Quickwall die. Even if you abandon the underground fortress and retreat."

Even if Esky needs to keep his agreement with Quakwall, it would be better than the old Grey Prophet who died directly.

If he had been on the front line at that time, this might not have happened, but the world always had no ifs.

With its white scales like snake scales, Esky shook his head and trembled his wings.

"It's useless to say this now. We all know that Nagas is going to destroy all living beings."

"We have to plan for the final victory."

"Do you have any other way?"

Icret really couldn't imagine that in the face of something like the Match Monster, there was nothing else to do except seeking help from the Thirteen-man council and bringing all the mages of the entire underground empire to fight with the Match Monster.

Eski let out a contemptuous laughter.

"As long as you think about it, there will always be solutions, and the world is not just an underground empire."

"Order and chaos, no matter which side, have enough power. Western elves, lizardmen; Northern demons and dwarves; Eastern dragons and ogres; Beasts and Chaos humans are everywhere in the world."

"We can always find ways to defeat Nagas, like the maker of the great earthquake that made us block magic, the caster of the lizards."

The passage had almost reached its end, and along the glimmer of light exposed along the entrance of the mine, Esky could directly see the magical power inspiration in the sky with his naked eyes.

He raised his hand and released a tsunami technique, igniting several nearby things that looked like nests or rooms, and Esky told Ecret again.

"As for the current specific plan, I have to leave it to you. I am still not very good at managing organizations like the army."

Speaking of this, Esky blushed a little.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Your own command and micro-operation will always make your troops suffer more casualties, and this has been the case since that battle with Tregala.

After the matter was screwed up, he could only rely on the lord-level combat power around him, such as Hekati, and when he went to the sea of ​​soldiers to take a bath to solve the problem.

In comparison, Ecret is much better than him - in terms of technical equipment development and personal strength, Ecret is not as good as him.

"Stop the next batch of reinforcements and let them touch the Pillar of the Precepts, and then we pack and take all the remaining assets, including the Pillar of the Precepts, and go to my stronghold Side1."

"To now, it is to take away the dimensional stone that is enough for us to use for ten years."

Esky shut up when he said this. He was not very good at the relevant strategies, so he could only talk about it roughly. The specific execution level was still necessary for Ecret.

Upon hearing this, Ecret looked at the hundreds of storm rats following behind him.

"So this time the commando only brought Storm Rat?"

There was almost no doubt in this tone, but it seemed like a questioning. Sure enough, the next second, Ecret pointed out the problem.

"Without the supervision of Storm Rat, the work efficiency of those things will definitely be greatly reduced. Whether other things can complete the heavy responsibility of taking away the Dimension Stone is still unknown."

“Eshiriga?”

As he said that, Ecret turned his head toward the black-robed rat in the back.

The decades of friendship between the two rats had long been in harmony. Before he could ask, Eshiriga had already given orders to the scouts behind him.

Icret breathed a little relieved. These black-robed assassins always gave him a little peace of mind when performing supervision tasks.

"Since you can use magic to burn these nests, you shouldn't have brought the Storm Rat."

Esky pointed to the bricks and stones beside him and released a sparse flame of ghosts, which stuck to the black bricks and stones, but quickly fell and extinguished.

"The power of magic is limited. The black stone here has the effect of restraint, isolation and traction on magic. I cannot burn the city with a rat, let alone I have to be on guard against Nagas."

As he said that, Esky pointed to the front of the mine, leading to the deepest part of the fortress.

"Let the Storm Rats ignite the entire city, and I will defend our evacuation passage."

Ignoring how Ecret and Eshiriga were going to arrange the organization and movement trajectory of Storm Rat. Esky's eyes stared at the magic energy that had become chaotic in the sky.

The magic energy in the sky kept surging out with a huge purple thunder with a width of dozens of meters, indicating that the necromancer had no spare energy for the time being.

In theory, Nagasch could find him at any time.

Once the opponent frees up his hand and lowers a powerful magic, Esky is sure that he can eliminate it at most once, or even more likely to be able to deflect it once.

Fortunately, the action went smoothly.

The purple lightning surging several times, but it was not slashed down for a long time. Instead, a raging fire gradually ignited in the city.

The oil mixed with dimensional stone turned into the most rapid fuel, causing the entire fortress to fall into a sea of ​​fire within ten minutes, making the entire city brighter than the daytime.

Esky looked at the storm rats that had burned their hair from all over the place, and screamed with a squirm.

"Fast forward the channel and evacuate immediately!"

As he said that, he was also ready to start a momentary movement, but when the green mist was about to appear in the hot air, Esky suddenly felt a damp chill.

Water dripped on his shoulders, and Esky spread his paws and looked up and it was raining.

"Damn it! Why!"

Esky shouted and cursed, looking up at the sky. What is misfortune does not happen alone, but the strange phenomenon in the sky also disappears at this time, which means.

"His mana backlash is over!"
To be continued...