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The Nurgle tech tree, available to Nurgle consists of technologies that unlock new advantages throughout the game. Research takes place constantly, but the rate at which discoveries occur can be increased by building additional research buildings at your settlements.
Nurgle's tech tree is divided by 7 tiers of technology with 7 techs each. To unlock a new tier, at least 4 technologies from the previous tier of technology must be researched.
Description[]
Seven is the number of the Plague Lord. Seven are the ways which Nurgle infects mortal and immortal alike with contagions. Invoke His methods and become the blessed carrier.
Technologies[]
Tech | Turns | Effects |
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![]() The decomposing mulch of Nurgle's garden breeds countless foul-smelling, ruinous fungi, which yield a rich bounty of noxious spores. |
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![]() By soaking a Fury's claws in flesh-burning contagions, even the slightest scratch will bless its prey with the fabulous gift of death. |
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![]() The land's of Nurgle are coated in pus-filled protrusions. Many simply explode in a noxious shower of filth, but from the most bulbous are birthed fresh legions. |
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![]() Though the Fly Lord broadly eschews the politicking of the Great Game, he will seek fleeting accord with Khorne or Slaanesh should it be to the detriment of Tzeentch, his despised rival. |
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![]() The Urfather loves each and every Nurgling dearly, be they long-lived shepherds of his Rot or fated to be a brief and messy existence as contagion-spreading catapult ammunition.
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![]() From life follows death, from death follows decay, from decay follows new life. The great wheel forever turns - and judicious contagions can speed its passage. |
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![]() Though sending lone Nurglings toward enemy settlements appears a baffling act of folly, the tiny Daemons know no greater honour than to die showering their killers in disease. |
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Research 4 technologies from the previous tier to unlock this tier | ||
![]() Like an infected udder, this tumour squirts out Nurgling after Nurgling into the world. |
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![]() Tzeentch, the meddler: his petty games disrupt the eternal cycle of life, and death, decay and rebirth, and move even ebullient Nurgle to rage. |
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![]() "Buboes, phlegm, blood and guts! Boils, bogeys, rot and pus! Blisters, fevers, weeping sore! From your wounds the fester pours." |
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![]() Most Rot-eater spawn are idly popped and drunk by passing Plaguebearers, but the fastest and hungriest survive to become wondrous nightmares. |
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![]() No two Maggotkin look indentical, for each has their own array of weeping sores and cracked lesions, but all are born from the blighted carcasses of mortals. |
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![]() The time of Rot has come! Father Nurgle grants unto us his greatest gift! Let the world entire be remade in His festering image! |
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![]() A well-placed pox-maggot in the eyeball can grant sight beyond sight - at least until all the jelly is consumed. |
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Research 4 technologies from the previous tier to unlock this tier | ||
![]() On the day the Black Death came, consuming the flesh of untold thousands, decimating the Empire of man, none could deny Nurgle's foetid majesty. Lo, that day shall come again... |
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![]() Nurgle's Black Plague is only a death sentence for the faithless. For the Urfather's true believers, the ravening passage of His great contagion leaves armour-hard scabs in its wake. |
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![]() Blisters burst, sores weep, lesions bleed, spores choke, flies bite. Let the fester pour forth! |
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![]() When the Black Death bites deep, countless souls shall perish in flesh cracked, fever-wracked agony. In these joyous times, a champion shall stand tall. |
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![]() Disease, destruction and decay - these are what the perfectly-virulent breeding-ground requires. |
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![]() Death is necessary, Nurgle's greatest gift to us all, for the decay that follows is the herald of new life - squirming, oozing, reeking, slobbering new life. |
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![]() The disease starts from within, silently rotting organs to mulch. Only then, as its blessed hosts stagger and vomit copious blood, does their skin begin to blacken and split. |
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Research 4 technologies from the previous tier to unlock this tier | ||
![]() "Like a fly laying its eggs, keep warm... incubate." |
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![]() Legend tells that a single tear from a Tainted One's saprogenic eyeball can blind an entire city in weeks. The legends are wrong. This heroic feat requires mere days. |
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![]() Nurgle's glorious Eye Rot is traditionally gifted through airborne sweat particles, but for cooler climes the pox can adapt to live on door handles, clothing and children's toys. |
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![]() Cold is a most marvellous incubator of disease. The proud men of Kislev shall make excellent hosts indeed. |
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![]() Though Nurgle's ocular pox lays rapid waste to mortal settlements, amongst the Urfather's chosen it is a virulent spur to great deeds. |
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![]() Flesh is but one of Nurgle's churches. His sermons may also be preached within the mind, where pathogens strip all reason from their hosts. As madness reigns, the Urfather rejoices. |
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![]() The touch of Nurgle is a wondrous gift indeed, sapping strength from muscle and sloughing skin from bone. |
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Research 4 technologies from the previous tier to unlock this tier | ||
![]() "They are gifts to be treasured until they burst." |
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![]() There are no words that could accurately describe the stickly substance which seeps from the pores of a Red Ague host, but Nurgle himself fondly calls it 'crimson honey'. |
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![]() When the flesh can bear no more lesions, the spirit seeks release. So endless is Nurgle's love that he does not permit this misguided folly - there are always more gifts to bestow. |
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![]() To those mortals who have wisely given themselves to the worship of the Ruinous Powers, Grandfather Nurgle shall provide a richly festering, gloriously agonising reward. |
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![]() Some diseases are not apparent until long after they have been shared with others through acts of congress. There is, after all, no gifts as kindly meant as one imparted in secret. |
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![]() Colder lands are no barrier to the Urfather's flesh-ravaging affections. His scarlet pestilence shall be a benediction upon all, come rain or shine. |
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![]() Even the Plaguebearers could never hope to tally the vast array of pox-filled growths which forever sprout across the immense and oozing bulk of a Stench Lord. |
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Research 4 technologies from the previous tier to unlock this tier | ||
![]() Never send to know for whom the Tallymen of Plagues drone: they drone for thee. |
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![]() Each new pustule and tumour is a blessed mark of the Urfather's love. With every retch and heave summoned by the sight of such growths, Nurgle is shown deserved gratituded. |
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![]() The larger the host, the more acres of flesh there are to infect, desolate and ultimately decay. Truly, the bloated mountain Ogres are fortunate indeed. |
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![]() As the Rot carries far and wide, the noxious fruit of Nurgle's distant garden ripen and swell. The more virulent the spread, the more seeds the mouldering fruit shall bear. |
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![]() Though Nurgle's Rot is disease perfected, already His ultimate gift to existence, there remains scope for delightfully nauseating new augmentations. |
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![]() The Urfather's wondrous Rot is already remarkably virulent, but as nature take its course, new and ever-more contagious strains will emerge. |
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![]() Flesh gruesomely caked in cankers, tumours, cysts and scars; there is no greater armour in this or any other realm. |
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Research 4 technologies from the previous tier to unlock this tier | ||
![]() Once the stream of pus passes a certain threshold, even Maggotkin cannot help but wipe their eyes to clear their vision. |
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![]() Sometimes, misguided hosts-to-be attempt to refuse Nurgle's pestilent bounty. Once the Grey Fever consumes their minds they shall see the truth, and welcome Him into their hearts. |
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![]() The Iron Dragon of Cathay is famously touched by madness from Warpstone exposure, but once the Grey Fever comes for the Celestial Empire, he will seem the kingdom's sanest soul. |
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![]() Close contact is but one vector by which Nurgle's ruinous gifts may be shared. Once a strain mutates sufficiently, it can be equally contagious when hurled through the skies at speed. |
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![]() The more minds that fall to glorious delirium of Grey Fever, and the more voices that gibber in senseless madness, the more fertile Nurgle's cankerous domain becomes. |
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![]() Whispers in the forest; murmurs from the shadowy valleys; secrets muttered by brooks and streams; rasping madness from the crops. The Grey Fever stalks... |
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![]() From the Fly Master's oozing innards arises a swarm of filth-caked insects, shrouding Nurgle's children within a buzzing, pustulant cloud. |
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