Chapter 377 The Long Night (18)
The hot-blooded cries of pain and struggle penetrated the high walls of the temple, and the stench of rats and the grinding of rodents echoed in the ears of the stone warriors.
Dust covered their scales, like ancient objects buried in the soil. These ancient guards blended perfectly into the temple.
The noise from the outside world did not affect the tranquility in the courtyard. It was still deathly silent, like a jungle that had not yet awakened.
The cold-blooded one waited silently and continued to watch at his post.
The order they were given by the Demon Toad was to protect the temple, and nothing else.
The smelly wind disturbed the temple, and the resistance and struggle of the hot-blooded creatures gradually subsided. The sound of gnawing approached this peaceful place, and the shadowy low figures made the stone statues in the temple twitch their eyelids slightly.
Yes, yes, victory is at hand, and everything belongs to the Skaven underground kingdom.
Ict. Talon willingly acted as a vanguard war warrior. It wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to secretly steal a portion and take away an insignificant amount from the kingdom's interests.
With a happy mood, the warlock kicked away the slave rat that was lying on the human corpse to eat. He stood on the second floor of the human hotel and looked at the peaceful temple from a distance.
The human soldiers weren't there, the stupid hairless things were entrenched in the Civic Center, and there seemed to be a powerful mage there, but that wasn't what Ictor needed to worry about.
The Gray Prophet will solve everything, and Ictor only needs to take the victory step by step.
The cowardly and despicable creatures trample on the painstaking masterpieces of human craftsmen. The luxurious and simple reliefs only hinder them from smashing and grabbing gold and silver. Their masters need gold, which can exchange for human obedience and secret trade.
Worthless stone pillars were knocked down wantonly by swarms of rat-men. Perhaps they themselves symbolized the history of the human kingdom, perhaps they were the highest masterpieces of a certain master, but in the eyes of the hungry slave rats, they were far inferior to a moldy grain. Corn is more valuable.
The gold and silver statues that could be taken away were robbed by the rats, the portraits with only artistic value were randomly defiled and torn by the rat paws, and the gold and silver threads on the cultural relics were roughly torn off, which turned the priceless treasures into Became waste.
The irritable ratmen are more inclined to use everything to vent their dissatisfaction with the world. All cultural relics that cannot be taken away or are not worthy of being looted have become tools for the rats to play.
Looting and smashing destroyed the outer hall of the temple. Half of the ancient accumulations of the Daha Cult became parts in the rat's paws. The chaotic carnival continued until the rats crossed the outer wall and arrived in front of the silent temple.
No slave rat knows that hideous-looking stone sculpture. They have never seen it before, and they don't care about the creations of human civilization.
The ferocious appearance of the statue brought a suppressed fear to the rats. When they noticed this hint of cowardice, the rats with red eyes became even more crazy.
Knock them down! Smash them!
The first slave rat who wanted to vent his fear stepped onto the stone steps, followed closely by hundreds of slave rats. The desire for destruction surged in the hearts of the despicable creatures, who were best at ravaging dead things.
But when those statues were close to their eyes, the slave rats suddenly hesitated again.
Fear makes them uncomfortably close their tails and close their glands.
Just when they were about to tiptoe past the statue and enter the temple, a horrific accident happened.
The statues decorated with triangular bone helmets came to life, and the monsters wrapped in bronze armor and covered with a thick layer of dust suddenly popped up, their unblinking, gem-like eyes turning cruelly.
Before they had time to escape, the rats at the forefront were smashed into pieces by the brutal force they unleashed.
The rat people piled up in front of the temple were stunned for a moment, and their screams one after another sounded the sign of a retreat. The statues shook off the dust on their bodies, revealing their more ferocious and terrifying burly bodies.
The rat men who panicked and chose their way were killed one after another by guns and clubs. Rows of hard-skinned guards slowly blocked the entrance to the temple, maintaining a strict distance and forming a formation of halberds and shields.
The clan rats directly under Iket reported the abnormal escape of the slave rats. The great engineering warlock looked hesitantly at the temple in the center of the city with the help of a lens, and only saw a large number of slave rats withdrawing from the temple.
This group of idiots did not die in the human trap that Ictor expected, but instead died in the chaos and trampling.
The great warlock moved forward a few blocks again, picked a position that was more suitable for overlooking, and once again peered into the temple with his telescope.
Some familiar and unfamiliar figures appeared in Iket's sight. They were equipped with heavy and exquisite halberds. Mysterious symbols surrounded them. The scales under the animal bone helmet made Iket unable to help but panic. It didn't believe it. Xie Di rubbed his eyes, but when he looked again, there was still a group of cold-blooded people there.
This isn't quite right.
The bronze armor and the stout body far beyond the ordinary lizard men reveal their identity - the bodyguards of the giant toad.
A chill could not be suppressed at the end of Ikot. It knew that this was a group of extremely powerful defenders who would fight until death. They were elite soldiers that only appeared in the deepest part of the lizard thing temple city.
Use Ict's magic to deal with these tough things?
Don't be kidding, lizards like to use obsidian as weapons or shields. Even if they don't consider their own powerful physiques, Ictor doesn't have the confidence to use the dimensional stones on hand to gather a dimensional storm that can crush anti-magic substances. This kind of The Gray Seers have to do the hard work.
The Grand Warlock reacted quickly and understood why the Gray Seer readily agreed to let him be the commander of the vanguard - the shabby rat had long known that there was an army of lizard things here.
Maybe we should use sacrifices to summon an army of demons. Ordinary demons don't like to fight these hard-scaled things, let alone the ratmen. Only the madmen of the Plague clan like cold-blooded creatures.
Iket wished he could just turn around and leave, ransacking other parts of the city, but it had already accepted the order, and it could only attack this hard nut under the watchful eye of the Rat God.
Many slave rats had to die to exhaust the guard's strength. Iket could not count on his soldiers. It had to contact the Essien clan to steal. Otherwise, by the time it captured the temple, everything would have been over.
As wave after wave of slave rats are driven into the halberds, all they gain is death.
Everyone knows that once the guarding halberd array is dispersed and enters the stage of hand-to-hand combat, the advantage of order will not be that great.
The short weapons of the rats will actually gain a huge advantage at that time, and the clumsy halberds of the cold-blooded species will only be difficult to control in the tide of rats.
But ideas and reality are often not consistent, and even humanity's best Halberd Legion cannot replicate the stubborn resistance of these monsters.
Whether it was the magic intimidation of the warlock or the rat warriors who kept looking for gaps and trying to get into the formation, they did not waver the halberd formation.
They can't even get close. The lizards seem to be able to sense each other's thoughts. Whenever the rats attack a hole in the shield array, the hole will be filled by cold-blooded species in the next moment.