Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"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 worn on the face.

Inside the mask is a very soft, transparent substance that feels like flowing amber. It feels very sticky and a bit disgusting when it touches the skin.

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

"I should fight bravely..."

"The ratmen's poison doesn't care who you believe in. Even Grimnir in the cave will be afraid of the Skryre clan's dimensional stone poison wind shells..." The priest threw the masks to the humans and dwarves and reminded them again.

"This mask can only protect the respiratory tract from inhaling the poisonous gas of the ratmen, but the mutated monsters of the Corruption Clan often have highly toxic claws and fangs. The poisonous wind shells of the Skryre Clan can also corrode the flesh through the skin."

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

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

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

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

"I am not the Hand of Shadow Crown." Shadow Walker emphasized, then took out a glass bottle no bigger than a little finger and swallowed the turbid liquid inside.

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

"Keep your nose sharp, it's important for scouts...information is far more important than life." The priest squinted and looked at the shadow walker. He didn't know the true origins of this Nagaryth elf, he was just guessing based on past experience.

No one knows who the Shadow Crown's Hand is, but as long as they recognize him as the Shadow Crown's Hand, they will usually not disappoint them.

"Is this the code of the elves?" Victor thought thoughtfully. He could see determination in the Shadow Walker's eyes. He was not afraid of life or death, but only wanted to complete his mission.

"No... this is his code."

"Stop talking nonsense... You guys go and attract the ratmen's attention. I'll be in charge of blasting the Warp Stone storage depot and solving this problem as quickly as possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Shadow Walker disappeared into the darkness, sliding along the rock wall towards the bottom of the clearing. Apart from the slightest friction sound, there was no trace at all when he moved.

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

He used his free left hand to guide the blood to draw a circle on the ground. His body moved in strange postures, and he jumped on the spot with his feet slightly bent, allowing the blood to splatter on the ground.

Strands of light flowed into the arc on the ground, and after a tumble, they 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 its body were like shining flames, and it emitted a scorching temperature with every breath.

"Improved from the traditional technique of awakening the earth spirits in Kislev... Don't just stand there, get in the car!" The priest stabbed the obsidian dagger into the head of the giant rock snake, and used his own will to force the movement of the rock creature under him. Victor and Gragrim also stopped being shocked for a while, thinking, 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?

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

This is very strange. After all, mother rats have never seen any creature other than keepers, mates, and cubs. Their only value in Skaven society is to stay in the breeding room and keep squirming their bodies to enlarge, so as to provide the warlords with a steady supply of fresh soldiers... and food.

The only possibility is that the warlords and clan leaders who were fortunate enough to become the mother rat's mate have deeply remembered the horror of the snake group and passed on this fear to the next generation.

They may not be the bravest group of ratmen, but they are definitely the most successful, because the previous brave ratman warlord is dead...

The priest who simulated the call of a snake successfully attracted the attention of the ratmen by using the huge noise when the giant rock snake pounced out.

Two vine-like crude minerals suddenly entangled Victor and Gragrim's bodies and threw them towards the chaotic camp of the ratmen.

"Shadow Walker and I will create a riot, and you two go cut the chains that are hanging the Screaming Deathstroke... I have a bad feeling, we can't delay this any longer!"

The rock snake was soon counterattacked. A number of crude catapults and crossbows were quickly brought out. With the unreliable craftsmanship and operating techniques of the ratmen, three or four out of ten hit the giant snake, and the rest were left to their compatriots.

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

A terrifying, shining green light suddenly burst out from the shrieking death knell and turned into lightning that struck the giant snake's body. The majestic aura caused holes to appear and made 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 moment, but with a low roar, the stiff giant snake returned to its original state.

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

Another bolt of lightning struck, even faster than before, but the priest relied on his willpower to hold on, using the flesh and blood of the rats to resist.

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

"This is troublesome. It should be a high-ranking member of the Grey Prophet Council..."

Grey Prophet Clan is a very imprecise name. When the elves did not understand the Skaven social system, they used the clan to refer to the Grey Prophets. They believed that this was a highly secretive force characterized by pure-blooded breeding, and it was a huge force that controlled the entire underground kingdom.

After a series of investigations, the Horned Viper finally came to the conclusion that the Grey Prophet Clan should strictly be called a council or a sect. They would only accommodate grey-haired rats with horns, believing that this was a symbol of being favored by the Horned Rat, rather than a bond of blood.

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