Chapter 1265 Gray Prophet

"Take it." The priest took out two half-face masks. The fine and tight obsidian armor plates were connected by ropes, like a chain mail on the face.

Inside the mask was a very soft transparent substance, which felt like flowing amber. It felt very sticky when it touched the skin, which was a bit disgusting.

Gragrim was very resistant to weird things and obviously didn't think it was a good thing.

"I should fight bravely..."

"The ratman's poison doesn't care who you are a believer of. Even Grimnir in the cave would be afraid of the Skuri clan's dimensional stone poison wind shells..." After throwing the masks to the human and the dwarf, the priest reminded them again.

"This mask can only protect the respiratory tract from inhaling the ratman's poison gas, but the mutant monsters of the Corruption Clan often have highly toxic claws and fangs, and the Skuri clan's poison wind shells can also corrode the flesh through the skin."

Victor took the mask. Although he was a little resistant, he had also seen how miserable people would become after being attacked by ratman's poison gas.

He looked around and found that the butcher had put on a mask, like a wild boar with blue steel fangs, which contrasted with his ferocious eyes.

"Where is the Shadow Walker? Why didn't you give it to him?"

"Him?" The priest laughed, "The elves of Nagarythe are much better at dealing with these things than you think... Am I right, Shadow Crown Hand?"

"I am not the Shadow Crown Hand." The Shadow Walker emphasized, and then took out a glass bottle that was only the size of a little finger and swallowed the turbid liquid inside.

Victor was puzzled. What the Shadow Walker drank must have side effects. Perhaps this can weaken the toxicity a little, but poison is still poison, and excessive intake will still be life-threatening.

"Keep your nose sensitive, it's important for scouts... Intelligence is far more important than life." The priest squinted and looked at the Shadow Walker. He didn't know the true origin of this Nagarythe elf, but just guessed based on past experience.

Who is the Shadow Crown Hand? No one knows, but as long as you recognize him as the Shadow Crown Hand, they will not disappoint you.

"Is this the elves' code?" Victor thought, he could see the determination in the eyes of the Shadow Walker, not afraid of life or death, just to complete the mission.

"No... this is his code."

"Stop talking nonsense... you go to attract the attention of the ratmen, I will be responsible for blasting the dimensional stone storage depot and solve the problem as quickly as possible."

As soon as the voice fell, the Shadow Walker had already escaped into the darkness, sliding along the rock wall to the bottom of the open space. When he moved, except for the slight friction sound, there was no trace at all.

"Then... let's start." The priest took out the sacrificial obsidian dagger, gently wiped his wrist, and a stream of heat gushed out of his body.

His empty left hand guided the blood to draw an arc on the ground, his body jumped in a strange posture, his feet slightly bent and jumped on the spot, allowing the blood to splash on the ground.

A stream of light flowed into the arc of the ground, and after a while, it turned into a giant rock snake connected by blood.

The giant rock snake was more than 15 meters long, with a rugged surface full of gullies. The blood and tears flowing from the snake's eyes to the body seemed to be shining like flames, and it exuded a scorching heat with every breath.

"Improved from the traditional craft of awakening the earth spirits of Kislev... Don't stand there, get in the car!" The priest stabbed the obsidian dagger into the head of the giant rock snake, relying on his own will to force the movement of the rock creature under him.

Victor and Gragrim also stopped being shocked for a while, thinking to themselves, damn, you have the ability to summon giant beasts at any time, and you are still working as a liaison in Altdorf. Are you giant vipers preparing to assassinate the emperor?

The giant snake that suddenly jumped out of the mountain caused a commotion among the rats. Over the years, most rats have engraved the fear of snake-like creatures in their genes...

This is very strange. After all, the female rats have never seen creatures other than breeders, spouses, and cubs. Their only value in the Skaven society is to stay in the breeding room and keep squirming and enlarged their bodies to provide the warlords with a steady supply of fresh soldiers... and food.

The only possibility is that the warlords and clan leaders who are fortunate enough to be the spouses of the female rats have deeply remembered the horror of the snake group and passed this fear to the next generation.

They may not be the most heroic group of rats, but they must be the most successful, because the heroic rat warlords before are dead...

The priest who simulated the call of snakes successfully attracted the attention of the rats by relying on the huge movement of the rock giant snake when it jumped out.

Two crude ores like vines suddenly entangled Victor and Gragrim's bodies and threw them towards the chaotic camp of the rats.

"The shadow walker and I will create a riot, and you two go cut off the chains that hang the screaming death knell... I have a bad feeling, we can't delay it!"

The rock snake was quickly counterattacked. A series of crude catapults and crossbows were quickly brought out. With the unreliable craftsmanship and operation technology of the ratmen, three or four out of ten hit the giant snake, and the rest were all handed over to their compatriots.

The diameter of the giant snake reached a terrifying five meters, like a huge rock pillar crawling on the ground. Under the manipulation of the priests, it kept turning and whipping, crushing the wooden houses and the cute little people around into minced meat.

A terrifying shining green light suddenly spurted out from the screaming death knell, and turned into lightning to hit the body of the giant snake. The majestic temperament caused the hollow to emerge and expose, making it difficult for people to open their eyes for a while.

With a loud roar and the painful roar unique to snakes, the lightning almost split the giant snake in half.

Blood oozed from the edge of the priest's mask, and the hand holding the knife was a little difficult to control for a while, but with a low roar, the stiff giant snake returned to its original state.

He forced the magic wind in his body to deploy a small altar on the spot with the rock giant snake as the origin. The rat flesh and blood stuck to the surface of the rock quickly turned into a source of power, making up for the injuries caused by the dimensional stone lightning attack.

Another lightning, the speed was faster than before, but the priest relied on his will to forcibly support it, using the rat flesh and blood as a supplement to forcibly resist.

He opened his lizard-like eyes and stared at the unknown horned ratman just below the screaming death knell, feeling a little distressed.

"Trouble, it should be a high-ranking member of the Grey Prophet Council..."

Grey Prophet Clan, this is an extremely imprecise name. When the Skaven social system was not understood, the elves used the clan to call the Grey Prophet in the early days, believing that this was a highly secretive, pure-blooded breeding, and a huge force that commanded the entire underground kingdom.

After a series of investigations, the Horned Viper came to a conclusion that the Grey Prophet Clan should strictly be called a council or a sect. They only accept gray-haired rats with horns, believing that this is a symbol of being favored by the Horned Rat, rather than a bloodline as a bond.

According to the Ratman Holy 13, the Grey Prophet Council has a total of 169 members, of which 13 are more prominent, and are high-ranking... (End of this chapter)