About thirty minutes later, a burst of green smoke appeared in front of the Rikeke clan’s tent.
A total of fourteen rats, including engineers, warlocks and elves, emerged from the flash of light and green smoke.
The two clan rats immediately lay down on the ground and vomited out the things they had eaten not long ago and hidden in their cheek pouches.
"You are really spineless. Don't mess with other people's territory."
The green dimensional stance lifted the two clan rats, wrapped the vomit, and threw it towards the cliff not far away.
Generally speaking, there are other living areas of rats down there, but if they are not Rickek's territory, they have nothing to do with the engineering warlocks.
"I will inform Lord Ikrit immediately."
This time the speed was faster than the last time. In just a few minutes, Ikrit appeared at the door with two clan rats.
"This is what you said...won't you bring a car?"
Ikrit looked at the group of rat men in front of him.
The clothes are all newly changed, and the undergarments and robes are made of white cloth. The armor on the body is also metal armor painted white.
And there are no material vehicles driven by slave rats at all. The only material that can be regarded as material is probably the leather backpack that every rat, even the elf, carries on the back.
"I'll use magic to hurry up, it should be faster."
The engineering warlock muttered and turned his eyes to the two clan rats.
"Are they the guides?"
"That's right."
Ikrit pushed two brown-haired clan rats wearing animal skin vests forward, causing the two slightly fat clan rats to stumble.
"Then let's go."
The tone of the engineer's command shocked the guides.
They immediately lowered their heads and asked.
"But, Master Engineer Warlock, don't you want to take the Slippery Clan's boat? The underground river can take us to the mouth of the sea in the south. There are also dens along the way."
"No need."
"Just tell me where there is a Skaven settlement or den."
As he spoke, the engineering warlock chanted a spell in his mouth. The two guides felt as if they were tied up by something, and their noses faintly smelled the smell that all Skaven have.
The green smoke entered their lungs, and the green flash in front of them also made them close their eyes.
The world was spinning for a while, and as their chests began to sway violently as if they were hooked by something, a strong sense of dizziness struck them.
"Stop throwing up."
The engineering warlock's claws were placed on the backs of their heads, and green spring water entered their bodies as the claw tips pierced the skin.
"You clan rats are really in poor physical condition. Didn't I let you eat enough?"
Seeing the rat that also vomited out and belonged to his own clan, the engineering warlock complained speechlessly.
"Actually, you haven't let us eat for a month. You have used magic to fill our stomachs, and our feces are all green."
A clan rat stared at the ground and said dazedly, but other clan rats immediately blocked his mouth, and several tails whipped him at the same time.
"Only the wind of life can fill your eternally hungry stomachs."
The engineering warlock's scarlet eyes were full of disdain.
"Don't you know that Skaven eats openly and can eat the same weight of food as itself in a day? Are you prepared to eat other people's feces that still retain nutrients, or are you prepared to go hungry?"
"If you are not satisfied, you can go catch fish in the river to eat, and I can save some of the wind of life."
These bastards have not been working under him since they were born, so they should naturally know what other clans are like.
However, scouts...
In most clans, they are the ones with relatively high status.
Eating feces mostly happens to low-level rat people.
The scout in front of me does not have these benefits, and even has many privileges such as the right to privacy and priority in eating food.
That’s why you miss me?
No, that's not right. Even the scouts in those clans have to eat every meal before they go hungry. At most, they can only eat real food, even fresh food.
What he actually misses is not the hierarchy in food.
After all, the stomach filled by the magical wind is equal to all rats.
Just as the engineer warlock's eyes became more and more dangerous, Toxed, the only storm rat in the team, buried his head deeply.
"I'm sorry, my master, it's because I failed to discipline these clan rats."
"It doesn't matter, don't do it again next time."
The engineer warlock turned to the two guides, but the elf's hand touched his shoulder.
"I thought you would let him go to the land of death to stop doing it again."
The elf's tone was slightly teasing. She had seen engineering warlocks casually kill slave rats.
"There are only a few scouts, so I have to be careful. At least now, I have to be careful. I don't know what else is hidden in human territory."
The engineering warlock glanced at her sideways and said.
Every life has its value and cannot be wasted carelessly.
To kill a slave rat, one needs either his life and soul, a sacrifice, or a need to establish prestige.
Eski can guarantee that every dead slave rat under his command was not killed casually.
Even if this clan rat deserves to die, he will die when he deserves to die.
"Just those monkeys."
The elf was dissatisfied, but the engineering warlock raised his hand to stop her mouth and asked the two guides.
"How far is the nearest settlement from here?"
"Ah, this..."
The two guides looked at each other, rubbed their paws on the animal skin vests, and said.
"We don't know either."
Although they are guides, there is no way to identify the direction from the ground underground.
In the dark underground, it is difficult to tell the difference between east, west, north and south. All Skaven rely on the signs of frequently visited tunnel entrances, as well as the nearby smell, temperature, and humidity to identify their directions.
What makes the two of them better than other guides is that they have traveled many times to the southern region and know the location of hundreds of rat dens and strongholds.
Moreover, he has great experience in identifying nearby Skaven strongholds.
But now.
The engineer brought them to this place.
There is a river nearby, but there is almost no smell of Skaven in the water.
It's very cold around here, without the warm environment brought by Skaven's activities, and the humidity is quite alarming. No Skaven would like to live in such a place.
Looking at the expressions of the engineering warlocks, as if they wanted to kill them, the two guides quickly spoke.
"This is not the tunnel that rats often walk. If you can take us to those big tunnels first, we can."
"I know, the ancient sage's webway."
"Then let's go."
There was another burst of smoke and flash, and the rats and elves disappeared.