Chapter Thirteen: Assemble the troops and set sail (3)
The Skaven fleet is a dangerous opponent, not because of the superior ships or superb navigation skills, but because of their sheer numbers.
——Military books related to Skaven,
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After the unpleasant meeting ended, Brandy was still sitting in his seat drinking.
Wandering on the sea, only this spicy drink can keep his brain functioning.
Praying for the power of the Gray Prophet does not mean that his fleet is weak.
On the contrary, he has enough ships that he will not be afraid of other races, whether they are dwarfs or the group of hairless monsters from the south, but the dragon ships of the pointed-eared things are different.
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That is an unbeatable opponent, just like the Black Ark, another pointy-eared thing.
The castle floating on the sea and the land floating on the sea, this is the essence of these two things.
As for sinking this land with powerful attacks?
The Scurvy Clan is not allowed to learn magic, let alone releasing the main battle magic Star Blade Impact like the dragon ship Indra Gurnir, even a small lightning will not work.
Even if it’s another group of pointy-eared things and a weaker Black Ark.
As long as one of the soul cannonballs they use daily hits, the Scurvy Clan's battleship will be finished.
The main battle magic of the dragon ship can even sweep his entire fleet.
Thinking of this, I feel irritated again.
At this time, a small boat approached. Brandy looked and saw a clan rat sitting on the boat who looked like he had been bitten twice.
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The screaming bell has not yet struck, but the bottle of brandy in front of him is empty, and the clan rat just now is bowing his head in front of him.
"You mean, that engineer warlock can really use the runes of the pointy-eared thing?"
This surprised the scurvy warlord.
In Brandy's memory, he has never met an engineering warlock who uses the Eight Winds of Magic.
He originally wanted the engineering warlocks to install boilers to increase the ship's speed, and then used the reason that the engineering warlocks did not use the precious pointed-eared ships as he requested to keep the price as low as possible.
Unexpectedly, this mage, who seemed to have been thrown into the cold palace by Mosquita, really has such ability.
He casually instructed his subordinates to arrange a quartermaster position for this clan rat, and then stood up immediately.
"Take me to the boat with the pointy-eared thing. After getting on the boat, immediately raise the sail and go out to sea."
Brandy walked on the deck and suddenly became proud.
He suddenly came up with an idea. The Skuli clan was allowed to use magic. If the engineers and warlocks of the Skuli clan could transform him into a ship that could use magic.
This is not the Scurvy Clan using magic, but the Scurvy Clan using the creations of the engineering warlocks.
The Council of Thirteen will not punish itself for this kind of thing.
He had not thought of doing this before because the quotations for various services provided by the engineering warlocks in the Skry Industrial Zone were so high that it was impossible for him to achieve the results he wanted even if he spent all his clan's financial budget.
The one on the ship was abandoned by Mosquita. As long as he paid enough to bribe him, this engineering warlock could be used by the Scurvy clan within at least ten years.
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On the dock, the slaves were still busy. Looking from afar, Brandy saw three large ships with the flag of the transport fleet still parked in the port.
"The goods haven't been loaded yet?"
He asked with some dissatisfaction.
The cargo has been loaded for five days, but it hasn't been loaded yet. What does the captain of the transport ship do for food? If he doesn't want to do it, he can give a hint to the clan rat below.
The recorder beside him obviously didn't notice the warlord's expression. He took out his notebook and put it in front of the warlord's eyes and said.
"Clan Skryre has provided another 11,013 rune weapons and 10,000 gallons of Skaven beer. This batch of goods is not easy to load."
In this case, it is excusable.
However, Brandy is a little confused. Rune weapons and Skaven beer? Is this going to launch a large-scale offensive on the front line?
Right now when we are suffering heavy losses?
Skaven beer is not the beer of the same name, but a potion made from warpstone and blood of an unknown race and proportion.
It is very miraculous and can make the rats, whose morale has never been very high, become fearless in a short period of time.
However, thinking of this, Brandy gave up and continued to worry about it. What happened on the front line did not have much to do with him.
Rather, if the losses on the front line were greater, the transportation fee paid to him by the Council of Thirteen might be higher.
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"Raise the sail."
After boarding the ship, Brandy stepped onto the stern deck and gave his first order.
The feeling of commanding a sailing battleship is really different.
When commanding a paddle steamer, it was always necessary to send supervisors in turn to whip the slaves for pedaling the oars. Now it is just a matter of hanging these cloths in a specific direction.
Half of the sails were hoisted, and then a sharp horn sounded throughout the harbor, which meant that the ship was about to leave the harbor.
Eski, who was startled by the sound of the horn, stepped out of the room and saw the scurvy warlord whose right claw had turned into a hook.
Smelling the smell of alcohol and urine from the brandy, Esky silently put on his breathing mask, and then asked tentatively.
"Why did you leave Hong Kong so soon?"
"Your Excellency, Engineer Warlock, is needed on the front line."
Brandy leaned on the side of the ship, picked up the newly opened wine bottle and took a sip.
"The need on the front line? I don't think so."
Esky was certain that this black-haired rat was not telling the truth.
This amused the scurvy warlord. He laughed sharply for a while, and then said.
"It really doesn't look like it."
"Tell me clearly how long it will take you to repair the ship."
It was indeed an expected question. Esky just shook his head and said.
"Maybe it's not how much time, but how to fix it."
"What do you mean?"
"Since Mr. Brandy is here, I can tell you that even if I can control this ship, you can't. As long as I get off the ship, what will happen to the ship and what will happen to it."
Having said this, Eski glanced at the scurvy warlord whose face turned ugly, and drew a few elven runes in the air with his fingers.
"The pointy-eared gadgets can do magic, so they can do it, but you can't. So, I need to help you who can't do magic by researching and making controllers."
"This takes a lot of time, and I'm about to go to the front line."
Eski's final tone became longer and longer, clumsily and falsely expressing his regret.
Brandy thought for a while, then called his men to take out the map.
"You have never been on a battlefield hosted by the Council of Thirteen. In fact, it is very normal to get separated during the march, especially when there are so many underground tunnels, everyone gets lost sometimes."
"The clan rats are here to have food to eat, the storm rats have to stay with the warlord, and you... you can get off the ship with them, and then, from here."
The scurvy warlord pointed to the rolling hills beside the river in the Badlands.
"There is an underground river here, which can be easily seen from under the webway. My clan has built an underground city and an underground port there. If you get on the boat from here, I will take you to the hairless monster in the south.
My urban underground."
Looking at the location pointed out by Brandy, Eski frowned secretly. It was not far from the military port where they were about to dock. Before he had time to think about it, he heard the scurvy warlord continue to arrive.
"We have a pirate cave hidden in the cliff by the sea outside the city. You can study it in it. There will always be things you can use in the city of hairless things. It is the best place besides Skaven City.