Rats wearing tattered leather jackets surrounded the sudden green smoke. The flash just now allowed them to smell the familiar smell of warpstone that Skaven loved.
There are only a dozen or so rat shadows that appear. Although they appear to be wearing sophisticated armor, this makes them look even more attractive.
Just grab the armor and the warpstone!
Just as he was thinking this, a slightly stronger clan rat stared at the paws of the leader, a not tall white-haired rat.
To be precise, it was the green light on his paws.
He knows what this is, a magical aura.
This is a light that even mortals, who cannot see the realm of magic, can see.
The clan rat swallowed a mouthful of saliva and immediately knelt on the ground on one knee, hiding his trembling legs.
"It turns out that he is from the big city..."
"The engineer warlock of Clan Skryre."
Eski added for him, and then took a look around. It was probably a large group of buildings with no foundations piled together.
"This is your nest?"
The engineering warlock with blue eyes looked at all the things around him that could barely be regarded as beds.
"A small clan with just over seven hundred people."
"Occupying such a large area, the den is still in such poor repair."
The more he talked, the angrier the engineering warlock became. All the buildings here were clearly visible, and even the snow storage area did not exist.
There are no signs of holes in the rock walls, nor are there any fortification areas. Even a small clan would suffer heavy casualties when encountering large predators underground. I really don’t know how they survived.
There are only 700 rats, less than five infantry teams.
"The mana is not enough. Let's repair the two horned rats in place first."
With that said, the engineering warlock grabbed a guide wearing a leather jacket and asked.
"Why are their residences so dilapidated? Even the lower-level clans in the underground fortress are not so shaky as if they are about to collapse at any time."
"Most dens are like this. If you can build this shed without collapsing, you are considered a carpenter. In every small clan, you are a highly sought-after talent."
It was obvious that the guide was in a bad state of mind and even his claws were starting to turn white as he introduced the engineering warlock.
"Is this considered talent?"
The engineering warlock punched one of the wooden pillars, and the rickety building with several rats sleeping underneath immediately collapsed.
Several rats got up and wanted to curse, but they raised their heads to face the white-furred figure, but they only dared to avoid it.
The wind of life continuously surged out from the earth. The newly grown vines caught the fallen wooden fragments and continued to grow upwards. They were connected with their downward extending root systems to form new interesting vines.
A house with reliable load-bearing and foundation.
"Your nest can still be used after being tidied up. I will make it at least as good as this for future buildings."
Engineer Warlock.
"What if you all went to feed Tregala, and the dens that originally existed on the map suddenly no longer exist, and those of us passing by will be very troubled."
"Why don't you sit down and take a rest? You're still wasting your mana."
The engineer warlock looked back, wanting to see which rat was so rebellious, but found that the rat language of the elves was becoming more and more authentic.
The elf is sitting on a mat made of two animal skins, five or six meters away from a circle of white cloth where the clan rats led by Storm Rat sit.
Simply, the engineering warlock sat down on the seat formed by the growing vines.
"Ordinary rat people only have a life span of more than ten years, which is a matter of course. Experience and technology all require the accumulation of time, so only those like us who can get the elixir of life, or geniuses..."
"Although I understand, I am still angry."
"So, can you understand how sinful it is for you elves to waste time?"
Although the words were addressed to the elves, the engineer warlock still spoke in rat language. Of course, these remarks were heard by all the rats present.
"Sorry, we can't. We waste ours. What does it have to do with you short-lived people?"
The witch spirit smiled and responded in her Ratman language, which looked more and more like a rat.
"Elves, I don't need you to mock me. I will extend their lifespan. I don't need a chief engineering warlock. I will use the lives of a thousand slave rats to exchange for a hundred years of life."
"Is there such a way?"
The clan rat, whose whip marks on his legs had not yet healed, asked.
"Yes, the power of magic, the power of life magic."
Engineers are naturally authentic.
"You, unlike these rats who have no future, you still have a bright future, scouts. You are the best dozen or so of my men."
There is a little kindness in Esky's eyes.
This is a treatment that even the headhunter Quik doesn't have, giving these guys with brown, red, and yellow furs an advantage.
"It was also at this time that I realized what a waste of talent the Moss clan was."
The engineering warlock lowered his head and murmured.
As he spoke, the blue plane in front of him flashed, and a few dimensional coins were thrown into his mouth, biting them into pieces with just his teeth.
"What do you mean, there is no future."
The leader of the clan gritted his sharp yellow teeth and said.
"No future means no future."
Esky's eyes turned blue-purple, and he couldn't even find traces of dimension stone in this guy's veins. He shook his head and stretched out his left paw.
"I extend your life span from 20 years to 100 years, and extend your prime period from 5 years to 30 years. Is there any difference? Is there anything you can do?"
"No, at most, you can increase your small clan from 700 rats to about 3,000. Maybe you can still have money to go to Stinky Peak and buy a female rat."
As he spoke, the engineering warlock casually scanned the surrounding buildings and continued.
"Then what? How will this benefit me?"
"You don't think that magic is a cheap thing without the life of a slave rat."
The rat leader of the clan almost chewed his teeth into pieces. This was the first time that he had come into contact with other rat people at such a high level, and it was also the first time that other rats had spoken of him like this.
As he said that, he put his hand on the handle of the sword at his waist.
Just when he was about to pull out the knife, a huge force pressed on his hand.
Looking down, faint green stripes kept appearing on my hands.
"Don't do anything stupid, you clan rat."
The engineer warlock suppressed the clan rat and knelt down, then stood up, casually took out a few more dimensional coins and ate them.
"Of course it's best if you want to live in peace. I just burned thousands of elite necromancers with fire, and you have more than seven hundred, which is really not enough."
"I can bring you information."
The clan rat lowered his voice and said.
"Ah?"
The engineering warlock licked the green powder remaining on his pink fingers, his tone still so casual.
"As long as there are enough dens."
Looking down at the clan rat, he saw that he had already made the gesture of exposing his neck humbly.
"It seems that you really want to live a long life."
The engineering warlock's blue-purple eyes were close to the clan rat, and he looked at the protruding patch of skin around his mouth that had some spots on it, and asked.
"How old are you?"
"Nine years old."
That's it, Eski's body leaned back.
"That is to say, we are about to enter old age."
As he spoke, a blue plane appeared in front of his right paw, and a milky-white liquid contained in a transparent five-centimeter-thick glass tube appeared in his paw.
This is the elixir of life that the Skryre clan has completely in the hands of the Chief Engineer Warlock.
"This bottle of potion can extend your life and adulthood by one year, but what reason do you have for asking me to give it to you?"
The engineer warlock looked at the clan rat leader with a rather cold expression.
"Just telling a piece of information is not enough."
"First, your intelligence is at most gathered near this small den. You cannot control too many dens, otherwise you should report to the underground fortress."
"Second, there is no way to let me know your information right away."
"Third, the information that can be obtained from your clan has no effect on me."
With that said, the engineering warlock sent the white medicine bottle back to the sapphire-like plane.
"To sum up, I can only ask you. In a few years, I will die of old age."
"Okay, that's it, I'm going to rest."
With that said, Eski lay on Teng Man's newly formed bed, took out a few dimensional coins, and threw them into his mouth like fried beans.
A few hours passed quickly.
The number of dimensional coins smashed into the mouth by the engineering warlock was almost hundreds.
If you use magic vision to look over it, there are elements of the dimension stone flowing in Eski's blood vessels, just like those non-caster rats who have eaten the dimension stone - rats who are too poor to afford potions.
Will try to increase his strength by swallowing raw warpstone ore.
These parts that have not yet been constructed into the mana pool are always affecting the thinking of the engineering warlock.
This makes the engineer's brain wander in the midst of arrogance, uncontrollable impulse, and sometimes wanting to tease all living things in the world.
Fortunately, he knew in advance that this was all an illusion caused by the dimension stone, and he suppressed the impulse forcefully.
"Okay, the mana is almost restored."
Sweating all over, with oil on his fur that contained the smell of battle, the engineering warlock stood up from Tengman's bed.
The leader of the clan rat was still kneeling there, as if his knees had taken root. Only then did Eski remember that from just now, the power of the dimensional stance had been exerted on the clan rat.
"Still no reason?"
The engineer warlock spoke mockingly while soaking the wind of life on his injured knee.
"Your opportunity has just slipped away. Don't regret it."
"I want it. No matter what."
The leader of the clan rat assumes a pleading posture.
"I'll give you three months to make some achievements first. I don't think you can do anything with your lair, which is not much better than a dead man's thing."
Patting the clan rat leader on the shoulder, the engineering warlock spoke.
“Let’s reach the settlement by the sea in one go.”
As he spoke, a burst of green smoke flashed past, leaving only a series of vine-like buildings.
"From today on, this is my bedroom, you all should vacate it!"
The clan rat leader immediately stood up, used his tail as a whip, and whipped the other clan rats.
On the other side, there was another long period of spinning and the unbearable retching sound of the clan rats.
"Hold it all back to me, otherwise I will confiscate the food you secretly hide in your cheek pouches, and let you completely eat the wind of life, and you will not even be able to smell the food."
The engineer warlock's tail whipped hard on the ground.
The clan rats immediately blocked their mouths with their paws and swallowed the regurgitated food again.
"Where is this?"
The wizard was asking the guide a question when he was stopped.
"Shh!"
The engineer warlock raised his pink finger to his mouth.
The weak mantra calls out to the wind of Aegir, and these flowing lightnings bring echoes three hundred meters away.
"Three three-person teams, one four-person team. A standard thirteen-person team."
"It's one of our own."
The white-haired engineer warlock breathed a sigh of relief.
Generally speaking, in the underground world, apart from the undead, dwarves, and ratmen, there are only monsters.
But here, we are already close to Nehekhara, and no one knows whether those humans who are good at constructs and necromancy will defend the emptiness like the empire a thousand years later.
It is so empty that the rat-man assassination team can kill the opponent's professors and historical witnesses at will, burn the opponent's books, and directly tamper with the opponent's history.
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But will this be the case in Nehekhara?
If this is the case, why are there no dungeons beneath Lahmia?
Logically speaking, in a trading city close to the sea and with fertile farmland in the south, there should be an underground stronghold of the rat people, but there is no such thing. There is no such thing in the map of the underground fortress.
There are still three passages to maintain material communication between the underground fortress and the base camp in the west: the west passage that directly crosses the Acid Sea, the northwest passage that takes the underground river, and the north passage that takes the World's Edge Mountains.
If it could be replenished directly from the wealthy Lahmia, the birthplace of vampires, which is only 1,200 kilometers away...
The engineer warlock was thinking about it when he was reminded by the sound of a rat.
"This is the edge of the sea crossing area, so it may not necessarily be friendly forces."
It was the guide who issued the warning, which made the engineering warlock focus on the thirteen-man team.
"On the other side is a gathering place for human gadgets, and there are even more terrifying monsters in the deep tunnels."
"Their stronghold is a quite large city."
"So, they also have an institution similar to the Council of Thirteen, which is built on the entrance to the deep tunnel."
Another guide interrupted him at this time and said.
"Their strength is close to 10,000. I heard when I was serving Reikek that they would not allow anyone from other clans to cross the sea from here."
"They will just be thrown into the underground passage to feed the monsters."
"I can't tell you the specific reason why they did this, but they have become richer recently."
"If it weren't for the fact that the underground fortress didn't have enough energy to organize an expeditionary force and march 600 kilometers to attack here, Lord Ikrit, or the previous Lord Staden, might have already occupied this place."
When the engineering warlock heard this, he smiled instead.
"In other words, if we capture this place, no one will have any objections, right?"