The stench in the underground passage is still overwhelming. Without the breathing mask, my senses are much more sensitive than before.
Looking at the dried filth around him, the engineer warlock felt sick.
Although the power of magic can prevent his feet from being contaminated by these things, the stench in the air cannot be filtered by the power of magic. The best Esky can do is suffocate himself.
Quickly passing through these passages that had become foul-smelling due to the frequent passage of lower rats, the engineer warlock arrived at the tent built with civil structures and animal skins.
The scale here is smaller than the big camp above.
When the Storm Rat guarding the door saw the Engineer Warlock arriving, he immediately stood upright and tapped the handle of the halberd on the ground in a simple and rhythmic pattern.
"Skuri Clan, Master Engineer Warlock, Eski Ivo."
The Storm Rat stood up straight and shouted loudly.
There was a rustling sound immediately inside the camp, and the engineer warlock saw two rats with broken hamstrings quickly crawling on the ground towards the curved passage inside.
"Engineer, please forgive me, it's already early in the morning."
The storm rats lowered their heads, trying to make their sight lower than the height of the engineer warlock, but they failed in the end.
There was a sharp rattle, and they raised their heads.
"Please follow me."
One of the storm rats led the engineer warlock into the winding passages.
The engineering warlock does not need him to lead the way. The deep magic vision and the response of the magic wind have already told him the terrain inside - there is only one real path, and many of them are roundabout dead ends, used to confuse those who
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However, it is still too rude to use teleportation to directly enter someone else's camp.
After about a few minutes of walking through a curtain of animal skins, we finally came to a stone room that resembled a bedroom.
Slaves who have obviously been castrated are kneeling obediently at the door, waiting for their master to call, with a series of daily necessities placed behind them.
From here to where the gauze curtain on the bed is in the distance, there are three levels of barricades.
It is a stone structure with one layer higher than the other. The last layer is five or six meters high, so the engineering warlock can only see the top part of the gauze tent.
The sleepy-eyed warlord was wearing neat armor, standing on the last level of the "barricade", squinting his eyes to observe the people coming below.
"Lord Ikrit."
"It's still early morning, Esky, you..."
"Sorry to wake you up. Would you like some breath of life?"
Green springs poured into Ikrit's eyes, and then flowed throughout the warlord's body.
"I don't have to sleep anymore? This thing?"
The warlord opened his eyes and looked at his energetic paws in surprise. His eyes and brain no longer had the sting caused by fatigue, and all the aches and pains in his body had also disappeared.
Ikrit feels that he is so energetic that he can work for dozens of hours without stopping.
"This is the power of magic."
With that said, the non-thorny vines built green stairs between the barricades, and the engineering warlock slowly walked to Ikrit's side.
"Do you want to learn this kind of magic? This is a remote area anyway, and no one will find out if I teach you. If you are stronger, it will be of great benefit to me."
A pair of chairs made of plants appeared in front of the two of them. The engineering warlock made a gesture of invitation and sat on the chair on the left.
"You woke me up specifically, not for magic."
After the warlord took his seat, he asked doubtfully that he had noticed the strange weapon dragged on the engineer warlock's claws.
"No, but I have to go out for about a month or two."
Eski held the Hell Blade, leaned his body forward and continued.
"If you can collect all my subordinates, except for the guards and workers..."
Ikrit leaned back and leaned on the uneven backrest behind him, interrupting the engineering warlock's words.
"You don't need troops anymore?"
"I just suddenly realized that I don't need so many less loyal troops."
The engineer warlock shrugged.
"Are you in a hurry?"
"Very urgent."
Hearing the engineer's answer without hesitation, Ikrit's eyes once again focused on the weapon that looked heavy, thick, long, and extremely exaggerated in shape.
"Does it have something to do with this thing?"
"Maybe."
After the engineering warlock finished speaking, he raised his paw to stop Ikrit's attempt to ask questions, and instead asked Ikrit.
"Are there any new troops coming to the underground fortress? I don't have an intelligence network on the underground passages."
"What?"
Ikrit frowned.
Could it be that the troops from Skaven City are arriving early?
The warlord guessed in his heart that he would have to make preparations early.
The engineering warlock's next words made his suspicious mind relax a little, and he even leaned back more relaxedly.
"I have a clan that is attached to me, the Med clan. Their warlord is coming with his troops a few days ago, with about 10,000 troops."
"If they arrive, how about helping me give them a garrison near the Skry clan, and my old subordinates will be the reward."
"No problem. Our great hero, that's all you want?"
"Yes."
The engineering warlock nodded, which actually made Ikrit fall into silence for a longer period of time.
After looking at the animal skin map hanging behind the bed for a few minutes, the warlord turned his attention to the engineering warlock again.
"No problem. Can you tell me where you are going? The underground areas around here are all desolate places. Unless you go west or north, it will be difficult to get there..."
The engineer warlock raised his claw again to interrupt the warlord and explained.
"South, it just so happens that I want some guides who can take me through the deep tunnels."
"Deep tunnels? The predators there are very ferocious. Most clans rely on slave rats to feed them... Of course it's not a problem for you. Do you want to cross the sea? I can provide a guide."
"Thank you."
As the engineering warlock said, Dimension took out a clay tablet from the side and flew it into the hands of the engineering warlock.
"These are some simple practice methods of life magic, as well as some small tricks. When you can feel the wind of life skillfully, you can learn formal magic."
As he spoke, the engineering warlock's claws quickly slid back and forth on the clay slab, and the green rat-human words that were as small as flies soon covered the entire clay slab.
"I will keep the position of First Councilor for you. When you come back, you will become a commander in the direction of attack."
The warlord looked at the words that appeared quickly, and his expression became serious for the first time.