Chapter 100 Returning to the Underground Fortress (1)
"Yes, yes, I will follow the teachings of the great Horned Rat."
Eski stopped talking and exposed his neck to show his loyalty to the "Grey Prophet".
It wasn't until the chaotic energy in front of him calmed down that the engineering warlock relied on teleportation to leave the passage.
His tail hit the rock wall next to him, and the scales on Eski's tail fell off.
The engineer realized that he had indeed made a mistake.
Horned Rat!
It seems that the plan to influence the Horned Rat to lose his priesthood was bankrupt from the beginning.
We must take the road against the Horned Rat.
If you learn from Nagash and integrate the energy of the entire cripple peak's warpstone into your own body, you might be able to...
The engineer warlock gradually suppressed his thoughts to prevent them from being heard by his own gods.
Perhaps, He has already heard about it?
Every day, countless rats plot against their gods. Maybe, it doesn’t matter?
No, the Horned Rat will not let others challenge his authority, not anyone. Otherwise, how could Ictor Sharpclaw be hunted by the Horned Rat?
If the former's stealth skills were not high enough to avoid being discovered by the god Nagash, he would have been killed by the Horned Rat long ago.
God, Ictor. Talon is right, he is just a god.
Horned Rat.
Another teleportation, and Eski's figure returned to the rats.
The mana pool gathered in his mouth, and the engineer warlock was ready to call the true names of the Chaos Gods in magic words.
The worst case scenario is flipping the table.
Behind him were the sound of dense footsteps and the sound of a large number of metal armors colliding, allowing Eski to confirm that this was Rickeke's troops without looking back.
"What happened here?"
Ikrit's voice came from behind.
Everything that happened in the passage made Ikrit's good mood of victory sink.
The floor became as smooth as glass and was a bit hot to the feet, and the thick vines supporting the top of the cave stretched for hundreds of meters, but there was not a single skeleton in sight.
Could it be?
Turning around, the white-haired rat that passed by just now, with tattered clothes, bloodstains on its back, and well-maintained fur curled up, was indeed an engineering warlock.
It can be seen that blue and green magical auras gather in the engineering warlock's throat, and the scarlet in his eyes is dyed blue and green.
The appearance of the engineering warlock made Lord Ikrit not want to ask anymore, and immediately made a suggestion.
"Let's go back underground first..."
From Eski's movements, Ikrit smelled danger.
After dispelling the mana pool in his throat, Eski turned his attention to the storm rats gathering at the bottom of the passage.
"Where is the Gray Seer?"
"There."
A storm rat pointed out the location tremblingly, squatted down again, and looked at the figure of the engineering warlock. His eyes were full of fear, and his tall figure could not give him any sense of security.
Following the direction he pointed, the old guy covered in sarcoma returned to his usual appearance, even the green light in his eyes was no longer there.
"Give me Ikrit. A bite on the back. The mad lord is just a madman. No matter what he did, he was just blind..."
"You're right, he's just an old madman."
As if something suddenly occurred to him, Esky spoke, and the blue and green in his eyes went out.
"Lord Ikrit, we have to leave quickly."
"Yes, but there are other things that need to be explained first."
Eshiriga spoke.
"Lord Iklit just killed more than five hundred skeletons, but you... this is not something Storm Rat can do."
The engineer warlock spoke and raised his right paw.
On it, the elves' runes have returned to their original bright red color, emitting bursts of red light. Above it, a green triangular rune stays there.
Eshiliga and Ikrit stopped talking. The triangular rune represented their god, the Horned Rat.
Before they could say anything else, green light and smoke flashed, and the engineer warlock left again using teleportation.
The gathered Storm Rats immediately gathered around, surrounding Iklit in the middle.
"Just now, just now, the big horned rat, the big horned rat, and him..."
"Horned Rat? What do you mean? Please explain clearly."
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A few hours later, the two parties finally met again in Ikrit's lair.
Surrounded by a large group of storm rats, Esky picked up the wine in the golden cup and drank it slowly.
Ikrit and Eshiliga looked at each other and spoke.
"Okay, now that we are back in our den, Eski Ivo, can you explain to me, of course I don't mean to force you."
The engineering warlock sneered. The thousands of swordsmen and axemen around him were waiting to break the cup to show off. Didn't they seem to be forcing themselves?
"What's the explanation? I can kill so many skeletons, but the last time I fought against Nagash, I didn't take action and only used those two cannons?"
"Still, I want to explain why I don't tell you what kind of engineering warlock I am and what happened to the Horned Rat. I'm already trying my best to behave like a normal Skaven, and you don't need to know.
Shouldn't know."
Seeing that Esky did not answer directly, Ikrit drew out his sword, and the energy field provided by the dimension stone flickered, causing the green light on both sides' faces to begin to flicker.
The old warlord asked bluntly.
"Are you going to betray the Horned Rat? Or..."
Eski was still not in a hurry, slowly tasting the corn wine in his mouth.
"If this kind of thing becomes public, will I really become a rat in the gutter?"
"Is that true?"
Eshiliga's claws were also placed on the dagger at his waist.
"The Horned Rat first blessed you, and then..."
Before the betrayer could finish speaking, Eski sprinkled the wine in the air but did not let it fall.
The aura of magic appeared in front of the engineering warlock. The green wind of life, which was like liquid, and the blue wind of sky, which was like flowing lightning, were incompatible with each other.
The wind of life was gradually attracted by the wine, and the blue Agil was commanded by the engineering warlock's will to forcibly merge into it.
A spherical map of the world made of wine appeared in front of everyone's eyes. This was exactly the image that Moonlight Girl had shown Eski.
Eski's paw pointed at a continent to the west divided by the ocean.
"On the other side of the sea, there was a new clan that developed. They were riddled with diseases, but luckily they survived. They were unable to resist the attacks of the lizard things, so they began to worship the disease itself."
The vision in his eyes was even brighter, and more of the wind in the sky was incorporated into it, and some real pictures began to appear on the screen.
It was a rat with ulcers and pus all over his body. His mouth was filled with phlegm that had not yet solidified, and sickly blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.
Such a rat was waving the rusty knife in his hand feverishly and charging towards a strange, upright large lizard in front of him.
"This brings them strength. At the same time, their projection enters the Chaos Demonic Realm, allowing the Horned Rat to also take on such a priesthood."
"Originally I planned to kill them all so that the horned rat would not become like that."
"However, in the Chaos Demonic Realm, time is a non-existent concept. The past and the future exist simultaneously. If the horned rat has the attribute of plague, it means that I have failed."
As he spoke, Eski guided the wine back into the cup and drank it all.
"Why do you want to tell us, don't you?"
"I just suddenly discovered that there is no need to be as obedient as before."
"The thing in my hand can overturn the table of our great God, but He has blessed me, or is this a curse?"
Ikrit and Eshiliga looked at each other again, with blank expressions in their eyes.
Following Eshiliga's gesture from behind, the team of Storm Rats and Assassins retreated tens of meters, and then Ikrit spoke.
"This mountain."
"Of course, of course, this mountain will definitely be yours after the war is over."
Eski waved his wine glass irritably. Of course he knew how precious this mountain was, and he also needed the mineral deposits under the mountain.
But he also knew that this was a promise given by Versky to Ikrit, and it would be a fool's errand to directly declare that he wanted to seize it now.
"I will not snatch what you should have. I need the dimension stone in it, and it will be in the usual form of our Skrei clan. There is no possibility of conflict between Rickek and me."
Hearing this, Ikrit breathed a sigh of relief and leaned forward a little.
"Where's Whitrick? What are you going to do with him?"
"Wittrick, the great engineering warlock, has a higher level than me in the Skry clan, but he won't be able to stay here for long. The loss of the flamethrower cannot be replenished in a short time." "I would like to know how you deal with the former Supreme Council of the Camp, especially the Great Engineer Warlock of Traub?"
Ikrit did not respond, but Eshiliga took up the conversation.
"I will handle the useful councillors, such as the Slippery Clan, and the like. You will handle the affairs of your Skryre Clan. What do you think?"
"I, I don't want me to handle it. The Skryre clan has always been harmonious and doesn't like internal fighting."
"But you."
Eshiriga was stunned. He thought that after what happened a few hours ago, Eski's behavior would be different.
"If it can be solved politically, let's solve it politically. Don't fight and kill. The Skry clan has always been able to get the seat of the first councilor in a region. How about letting me be the first councillor?"
Esky's beard trembled slightly, and the part curled by the flames made him look like a funny animal.
"I object."
Eshiliga refused without hesitation. He stretched out his claws and interrupted Ikrit who was about to interrupt.
"Trabb must die, and I can compensate him with 500 dimension coins."
"A great engineering warlock can be far away..."
Eski's red eyes are intertwined with Eshiliga's red eyes. The price of several hundred slave rats is not even comparable to that of an ordinary engineering warlock.
"Of course I know, I owe you a favor."
"Your favor...I got information from a slave trader and I can trust your morals compared to other Skaven."
The engineering warlock took out a little of the warpstone powder from the bag, inhaled it deeply into his wet pink nostrils, and then said.
"But don't ask for any favors. Kill three people for me."
"Who to kill?"
"I haven't thought about it, but it won't be the Chief Engineer Warlock or any other overly strong opponent. I just don't want to get my hands dirty. The matter about the Horned Rat has not been decided yet. Maybe I need you to help me escape."
After speaking, Eski's tone became softer.
"So this is a one-time deal?"
There was a kind of distrust in Eshiriga's words.
"Don't say that. I look forward to our long-term cooperation in the future. Things from the Skry clan are good things. Others are not even qualified to buy them. I am not as evil as my compatriots."
As he said this, Eski remembered that there was still no trace of Skulli's creation that he promised to deliver to Rickeke.
Continuing to make this type of commitment has no effect.
Therefore, the engineering warlock changed the topic and began to pay attention to the seriously injured member of the thirteen-member council.
"What should we do about Wilsky? No matter what, he is a member of the Thirteen Council. Will he obediently give up his seat as the Thirteenth Councilor for you? Or does he want to retreat behind the scenes?"
As soon as these words came out, Ikrit's face didn't look very good.
"We can talk about this again. Anyway, if you participate, I can guarantee that you will be the first member of parliament."
"I hope you can succeed, but I don't want to see you in the twelfth member's seat."
With that said, Eski placed the cup on Ikrit's table. A burst of green smoke and flashes of light took the engineering warlock away from the room in an instant.
After a few more teleports, the engineer warlock finally returned to the area belonging to the Skry clan.
On the elevator, the great engineering warlock was already waiting for him.
"Eski, you didn't betray the Skryre clan, did you?"
The engineer warlock had just arrived on the 39th floor, and Trabb, who was waiting at the elevator door, couldn't wait to ask this question.
"Of course I didn't betray the Skry clan, but Staden is dead and I am a reserve member of the War Council."
Eski said something with a calm expression that made Trabb's expression suddenly change.
"Ikrit, invited me to become the first member of the War Council, and he himself became the thirteenth member."
"He probably forgot about Versky."
The great engineering warlock said with a livid face.
"No, behind their scenes..."
Before he finished speaking, Esky stopped and left the rest of the content to Trabb to interpret.
"Is that so? Then you can go back first. If you are the first councilman, it will not have any influence on Scully. But after all, there are only a few engineering warlocks here, and you should still be able to do the first five."
Even when leaving the elevator, Eski could still feel the complex emotions of the Great Engineer Warlock, including anger, hatred, and even some fear.
However, when the engineering warlock returned to his factory, he discovered what horror was.
On a mass of purple flesh, a rat head can still be vaguely seen. He spoke charming but illogical rat language, but all the rat workers gathered around him.