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Humming a pleasant song, the hot-blooded oracle shuttled through the criss-crossing streets, and finally knocked on the door of a quiet courtyard.

Excuse me for my late night visit, dear Captain Neal, I hope to be on board your ship tomorrow.

The courtyard door was violently opened, and a strong man with a beard, holding a musket, greeted the visitors of the mysterious night with curses.

Son of a bitch.

The brilliance of the silver coin turned the anger on the strong man's face into a hearty laugh.

I mean, welcome, welcome to the new member of the Dove, Mannann agreed to the deal.

Eugen's smile grew wider. The divine inspiration of the Gatekeeper was a good excuse. No witch hunter would track down a conscientious Priest Moore.

And he will fully awaken in the new world and acquire the ability to cast spells and the advanced talents of the Oracle.

If he is lucky, he can also find the cave dragon who is bound by the same destiny.

Of course, he's in no rush to test the theory.

If it turns into the excrement of wild animals, all the previous efforts will be wasted.

In the Isthmus of Lustria, the Gray Prophet was hiding in a cave, tremblingly looking at the wild green-skinned orcs playing with feces outside the cave.

Chuanquero doesn’t want to turn into a green-skinned turd!

But this group of green things chased the rats relentlessly.

Even more fatally, the Gray Seers discovered traces of the activities of the Order of Slaanesh in the jungle.

If they were just humans, Chuanquillo wouldn't be afraid at all, but these damn humans are being chased by flying lizard things!

Chuanquluo didn't know what stupid thing they had done. It had already fled thousands of miles, but the lizard thing was still chasing it.

At first, the Gray Seer thought the lizard thing was here for its gold.

It wasn't until today that Chuanquillo discovered that this was not the case.

Those son-of-a-bitch followers of Slaanesh stole some treasure, which led to tens of thousands of cold-blooded creatures riding flying beasts chasing after them.

What made the Gray Prophet even more angry was that the hairless thing was escaping in the same direction as it was, and it also brought the legion of lizard things with it, crashing into the secret place where it was gathering its troops.

It's because of it that the great gray prophet escaped like a stray dog ​​for so long!

Chuanquillo waited patiently for the greenskin to leave, not daring to cast a spell.

It doesn't have much warpstone left, so it can't fight against too many powerful enemies.

It looked at the gnawed rat troll with distress, and began to think about the cost of restoring the Bonecrusher.

Chuanquluo could not lose this good attendant, who had saved the Gray Prophet countless times.

Just like this time, if it hadn't enthusiastically offered its flesh and blood, Chuanquluo would have starved to death.

The Gray Prophet nestled against the golden statue, worrying about how to join the army.

As long as Chuanquero returns to the Skaven, everything will be fine.

It must tell other warlocks that the Plague Clan has begun to build the ritual base, and they can proceed with their next plan.

They can even go a step further and snatch the treasure from Pahuakos that can replace the energy core, letting the Thirteen Council know the irreplaceable role of Chuanquilona.

If the plan goes well, the sinking of Lustria will shock everyone who witnesses it.

And it, the great Gray Prophet of the Terrifying Doom, Chuanquillo, will replace the chief of the Gray Prophet clan and become a member of the Thirteenth Council!

What a glorious future this is!

Chuanquluo rubbed the golden statue intoxicatedly, and the sudden roar from outside the cave shattered the Gray Prophet's dream, making it tremble unconsciously.

The orc warrior is here, and he's going to chase the rat tide again!

With a flash of inspiration, Chuan Kui Luo Shu showed a proud smile on his face.

It may help the greenskins find the Skaven, and appear at the most critical moment to become the savior of Skaven.

With the help of green skins, it can also find the rat army more easily.

As for how many Skaven people will die as a result of this? The Gray Seer didn't care. It had to regain its authority. Continuous failures made those warlocks distrust it.

The Gray Seer carefully took out a small piece of warpstone, preparing to cast himself into the illusion of a green-skinned shaman.

This is a very challenging behavior. It is difficult for Chuanquluo to adapt to the green-skinned habits and imitate the green-skinned shaman.

But the war general who wasn't very bright seemed to be very easy to fool. He just needed to deceive the orc war general.

Care must be taken to avoid the orc shaman seeing through the disguise.

The Isthmus of Lustria, the Paflasha Rainforest, and deep within the peaks of Maku.

Lynch didn't know that this was Cotego's thousandsth cycle or Taibok's hour. Anyway, the sun rose as usual today.

It is worth noting that half a day ago, when Kotego was rising, the Jungle Tiger constellation that had not yet dimmed was unusually bright, and the brilliant stars were revealing some kind of future.

Granny, please! What's going on?

The dwarf was making a fuss and howling again, and Lynch had had enough of his screams.

There are ruins everywhere in these mountains, and it is normal for one or two colonial ruins to appear occasionally. After all, it is easier to build a town based on the original ruins than to create something out of nothing.

However, the towns built on the ruins will eventually be destroyed by the power contained in the ruins.

The cold-blooded species dare not recycle the ruins casually, but the hot-blooded species are completely indifferent to the remaining magic and Chaos Rifts in the ruins.

Take the colonial ruins in front of you, for example. It looks like it only existed for three nights.

Perhaps the previous encounter with Nikolai brought it doom, or perhaps human activities caused the dormant power of the ruins to awaken.

All in all, its townspeople were all hung in the square.

It can be seen that this is the work of the demon Slaanesh.

Because all the townspeople were naked and their bodies were covered with scars. Although the festered and pus-filled dried flesh made it more difficult to identify, Lynch could tell at a glance that they were the claw marks of the demon of desire.

When Lynch approached the corpses, he was surprised to find that they all carried some kind of disease.

Perhaps this is normal; after all, any body left in the rainforest for more than a day becomes a mother nest for microorganisms.

The fact that they were not completely rotten was beyond Lynch's expectation.

Fortunately, the surviving warriors are all ancient races, and their resistance is far beyond that of ordinary humans, and this unknown flu is afraid of high temperatures.

Lynch lit up the Cotego Scepter, allowing stronger sunlight to shine on the corpse hanging on the stake.

After a more careful search, the Hoth Sword Master found the Plague Lord's emblem from the recently abandoned house.

Lynch no longer tolerated the smelly corpses and directly destroyed the corpses to eliminate traces.

It's easy to see that this is the aftermath of the war between Nurgle and Slaanesh.

The demons of Slaanesh invaded the newly founded colony of the Order of Nurgle, and what followed was a riot of abuse and pleasure.

Desire demons are surprisingly not picky, which makes sense, since even Nurgle demons can fall prey to Slaanesh demons.

These sexual perverts have soiled the ruins. Regardless of whether there are treasures left in it, Lynch is not prepared to go deep into the ruins to search for them.