Chapter 1267 Micromanagement
The giant snake was tumbling, and the air it spewed out was like flames and poisonous fog. After a wave of explosions, it quickly became weak and could only curl up to avoid attacks from all directions.
The priest was not panicked. His one eye was always on the witch hunter and the butcher. When he heard the clanging roar of the iron chain being cut off and the shrieking death bell above his head shaking the falling rocks, he changed his defensive posture and cooperated with the giant snake under him to launch an attack.
The tumbling flames burned through like a dragon, igniting pieces of fur waiting to be burned. Even without the guidance of the gods, the priest was still a good wizard...
A move of the flaming skull, like a volcano pressing down, burned hundreds of slave rats into ashes. The priest was just thinking about connecting some finishing spells to buy time for Victor and the others, but suddenly his face changed again.
"Damn it, I knew that there was something wrong with the magic of the old bastard Iron Wolf..."
The honorary noble Iron Wolf compiled a guide to teach the giant horned viper wizard, and the effect was amazing. These barbarian wizards relied on their natural toughness and courage to sacrifice, which made them very suitable for taking risks and making overload choices.
Anyway, after a battle, they sacrificed to the gods. As long as they didn't die, even if their brains were made into a paste by the wind of magic, they would probably recover.
The rigorous elf wizards called this kind of green-skinned spellcasting. The path of spells without strict training and learning was extremely dangerous, but the priests didn't care. Their fanatical hearts guided them to find the fastest way to get the attention of the gods.
Some more extreme priests even tried to study traditional ice and snow magic when learning the wind of Aksha... The results were also very gratifying, probably all gone.
The wind of chaos was introduced into the priest's body. He looked down and found that the ground where the rock giant snake touched was covered with an imperceptible layer of green mist.
Binding the wind to the earth, this is a skill that every wizard must learn. Extracting the energy of the earth veins is much safer and more stable than using the free magic wind in the space.
When the priest extracted the energy of the earth veins and bound it into shape, he had already been prepared by the rat people. This layer of green mist is definitely the credit of the dimensional stone magic.
The chaotic breath surged in the priest's body, and the empty eye sockets were a little itchy, as if there were buds growing.
The face was calm, this was the feeling given by the priest. Because of the mask, it was difficult for people to detect his true thoughts.
However, at this moment, anyone could feel his determination. A real ruthless person is not only ruthless to the enemy, but also to himself.
His left hand reached for the mask, and three fingers were bent down, and he actually dug it hard, stained with blood.
An eyeball covered with hard buds was firmly pinched by his fingertips, and then turned into powder.
In order to prevent the chaotic energy from pouring out and affecting the control of the rock giant snake, the priest ignited the blood on his fingertips, and a ball of flames pierced into the mask.
The smelly black smoke from the fresh meat burning in the flames slowly rose from the mask.
On the other side, Victor, who had just cut off the iron chain, saw the priest's self-mutilation with his keen eyesight, and inevitably had more respect for him.
If he was in the same situation, he would not hesitate to dig out his eyeballs and suppress the chaotic breath with his flesh and blood. I am afraid he would hesitate for a while.
The black-haired rats gradually approached Victor and the others. The leader was an extremely strong ratman standing on the platform carried by the bone-crushing rat troll, with scarlet eyes and sharp teeth constantly chirping.
"Damn, damn hairless things! You ruined the plan of the great prophet!"
Three hundred black-haired rats... This was Victor's preliminary estimate. Only Sigma knew why there could be so many elite ratmen hidden in a mine.
Judging from the encounter in the previous assault, he and Gragrim were already under some pressure facing a dozen black-haired rats. Now with a huge leader riding a rat troll, they might be doomed.
On the platform, Victor gripped the hilt of his sword and turned his back to the butcher who was full of fighting spirit.
"Brother Dwarf, you shouldn't die here. You are the only son of King Agrim..."
"What do you want to say? Cover me and let me retreat? If I die here, the eternal contradiction of the son of Balagu will disappear, and my father will not have to be entangled in oaths and responsibilities!"
He might make another oath, and he will never stop the eternal contradiction before settling accounts with the rats who killed the child...
Knowing Agrim a little, Victor lamented in his heart, but soon turned into fighting spirit.
"In the name of Sigmar, in compliance with the ancient covenant between you and my race, we will die side by side today!"
"In the name of Kugan Ironbeard, the dwarves will die side by side with the son of Sigmar!"
The two men were full of fighting spirit, but Shadow Walker wanted to laugh at them. He really didn't know why humans and dwarves always liked to ignore the elves.
"Get out of here, you two idiots."
The faint voice of the elf replaced Victor's fighting spirit with doubt. The witch hunter was still thinking about killing the rat troll first, and then fighting bloody battles with the black-haired rats.
Gragrim's reaction was faster than Victor's. His eyes flashed, and he immediately realized what was about to happen.
"Damn elves, they always like to interfere when I want to fight!"
The chain axe wrapped around Victor's waist and abdomen. Relying on his amazing jumping ability, Gragrim tightened his legs and jumped to the side of the platform.
Almost at the same time, a barrel of highly concentrated dimensional stone residue fell on the platform in a beautiful parabola.
Before the clan leader on the Bone Crusher could react, the unstable dimensional stone residue had already begun to react, and the chaotic energy that could almost annihilate all matter turned into a thick mass, covering the entire platform.
After a piercing scream, a large piece of the mountain disappeared, and the black-haired rat standing nearby also lost one-tenth in an instant.
When the witch hunter and the butcher were surprised by the timely rescue of Shadow Walker, the elf calmly spoke through the magic stone prepared in advance.
"Go to the left. There is a beam at forty-four meters. Let one person cut it."
"Don't order me around, Pointy Ears!" The Butcher roared. No need to think too much, it must have been the Shadowrunners who attacked the ratman's artillery camp after deploying preparations to blast the warpstone warehouse. Only then could they provide effective long-range support.
Shadow Walker didn't care about the Butcher's reaction, and still said calmly: "One hundred and ten meters can be put down on the right side, and the priest can drag it until you cut off the third one. If you don't want his efforts to turn into empty talk, it's best to Hurry up."
Although he had some opinions about the elves, the butcher did have some admiration for the priest, so he could only grit his teeth and approved the command plan.
Gragrim crossed his arm and threw the iron ax on the head of a black-haired rat. He turned his back to Victor and growled: "Go and cut off the iron rope, and Shadow Walker will stop the pursuing assassin for you... I will give it to you. Stop the remaining rats."
Victor stared at the butcher solemnly, and what he wanted to say turned into silent actions. He patted Gragrim on the shoulder and ran in the direction indicated by the Shadow Walker without saying a word. (End of chapter)