Eski was surprised that the Scurvy Clan had developed to this extent.
The pirate cave is okay, Nehekhara has been a powerful country in the past thousand years, and it is not surprising that the Skaven built underground cities in it.
But the person in charge of the underground river should be another clan that is proficient in navigation. The Scurvy clan is only proficient in shipping.
Are the underground rivers and ports prepared for this hundred-year war? Or is it that the Scurvy clan wants to compete for the transportation channels of the underground rivers to monopolize the water transportation industry of the entire underground empire?
What is particularly strange is that the location of this port is wrong. It is next to the military port built by the Scurvy clan for this war.
If it is just to supply the front line, there is no need to build two ports, especially a port with an underground river. The underground river is not as large as an ordinary river to carry ships, and the natural material flow is even smaller.
All the details are filled with an uncomfortable atmosphere, but Esky can't think of any useful conclusions.
These things are not recorded in the military books and there is no chance to come into contact with them in the industrial area of the Skry clan.
It is difficult to determine what the Scurvy Clan is like.
But...
The speed of twelve knots is actually not slow. Just between talking and thinking, the transport ship in the distance has become smaller and smaller, the engineering warlock said hurriedly.
"My slave rats and clan rats are still on another transport ship."
Esky was a little anxious, he had no idea what this black-haired thing was going to do.
There is no remote calling device in this era. If both parties leave the line of sight, we don’t know how long it will take for them to meet again.
Maybe, all his slave rats will be lost.
Brandy took a sip of wine and gestured to the temporary captain under the mast to stop the ship.
Looking around, we can see that we have just left the port of Skaven City and entered the canals and rotten swamps controlled by the Scurvy Clan.
Most of the rat people's fields are distributed in these swamps. The Scurvy clan sends ships through the water network to bring slave rats to each field for cultivation.
No, there are groups of slave rats harvesting food in the distance.
Crops soaked in the magic of the land grow quickly, and slaves are always busy harvesting new food.
These things are not delicious, they are just used to fill the stomachs of low-level ratmen who will be hungry at any time.
Suddenly, an unlucky guy fell down, and the supervisor immediately directed other slave rats to pack him into bags. If there were no salt and containers here, the pickling would begin now.
If slave rats do not produce value, they will turn themselves into food. This is an iron rule for all rat clans.
Dried slave rats and pickled slave rats have always been one of the sources of food for the rat people.
Seeing that Brandy still had time to appreciate the tragic fate of the slave rats, Esky immediately opened his mouth to say something, but was blocked by Brandy who spoke first.
"Send your slave rat to the pirate cave first, and I'll pay you whatever the price is."
The Scurvy Warlord made a promise.
He had previously observed that the Engineer Warlock's face looked a little bad, even under the dim green sky, it seemed a little obvious.
The loss of slave rats and clan rats will indeed make any rat lord feel bad. The greater cost is not the warpstone spent to buy slaves, but the time spent in training (blessing of the horned rat) to teach slaves.<
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For example, if a bathing slave has not received special training, it will be difficult for him to use his tongue to serve you to your satisfaction.
There are many more situations like this, he suddenly thought, it seems that the engineer warlock did not bring the slaves on this ship.
"You can use the slave rats on the ship as you wish, as long as they are not dead."
Having said this, he thought about it again and then continued.
"I will call Rum here soon. If you have any other requirements, you can tell him directly."
"Thank you."
The two parties did not continue to be polite like humans, and separated immediately after ending the conversation.
==Separating line==
"Deploy three storm rat battalions and fifty marine leaders from various places."
The messenger rat was grabbing the side net to get off the ship when he heard the scurvy warlord give a new order.
"With this kind of large-scale transfer, small-scale rebellions may break out in the underground cities in the north."
The adjutant who was already on board immediately objected.
The rare Stormvermin are the ruling core of the entire clan.
Their number is so small that the entire Scurvy Clan only has less than eight battalions of Storm Rats.
If the number of storm rats suppressed in various places is too small, it may cause the three lower-level rat people, brown, yellow, and red-haired, to have some inappropriate thoughts.
"The supplies in the Claw Sea are indeed very important..."
Brandy hesitated a little. In the land that is not yet called the empire, furs and high-grade wood that can be sold at good prices are always produced.
After a while, the warlord decided not to worry anymore.
"Executing the order and moving the two main fleets to the north to suppress them can solve these problems."
"If those despicable things really want to be turned into food reserves, let them go."
The paws with shiny black fur touched the sea animal skin armor under the linen robe on his chest. The scurvy warlord did not think that the rebellion of the vile things would cause much trouble.
==Separating line==
The bell rang, and a new commotion began in the engineer's cabin.
"Only bread? Or this kind of bread."
The wizard in the cage called to the engineer warlock dissatisfied.
Damn dirty rats eating barbecue and drinking rum right in front of their eyes.
Although it was cheap meat from lower races, and even the engineering warlock bluntly said that it was deformed meat from the factory of the Skry clan, for her who had been hungry for several days, the aroma of barbecue was really arousing.
Greedy.
They were also forced to eat the cheap meat of lower races when they were on the beach in Nagaros.
When the hunting team returned, they brought the first batch of edible food.
She was given mammoth meat, and even after nearly a thousand years, she still remembers the taste of the meat that made her cheeks hurt when she bit it.
But the mouse in front of me eats differently. The food in his hand looks very tender.
"Hey, noble Druzi, what do you want to eat? Don't you want to eat the meat of lower races?"
The hateful mouse was taunting her.
But, yes, when I want to eat, when the words come to my mouth, it turns into:
"There is a place to store fruits at the bottom of the boat."
"In that place, the runes have failed and the cabin is empty. Where can I find fruit for you to eat?"
Of course, she knew that the fruit on the bottom of the boat couldn't be left behind, but... yes, fruit. If you don't eat fruit on the boat, you will get sick.
"You guys, if you don't eat fruits, will you still get scurvy?"
Seeing the expression on Wu Ling's face turn ugly, Esky suddenly thought of this.
Elves are also afraid of scurvy? Can't this thing be treated with magic? If I remember correctly, the Dark Elves' ships, at least the Black Ark, would carry high elf slaves who can use healing magic.
"In the cabin where food is kept, there is a bag of seeds in the storage cabinet above it. Use the wind of life to ripen it, and you can grow fruits. The seeds are poisonous, and your dirty tribesmen should not eat them all."