"Then do you know how to release the spell? Which words to use? How to deploy the wind of magic?"
Esky took out the toothpick, turned sideways, and glanced at the elf with one eye.
Ripening crops? To put it lightly, there are dozens of phrases related to growth in Anoquiali. How should they be matched, and how should the shape of the magical wind change? Do you expect him, an engineering warlock who plays with chaotic energy, to understand?
"You ask me? Didn't you just use the wind of life last night?"
The witch spirit didn't seem to know this magic, which caused Esky's body to slump onto the couch that the slave rat had moved.
"You think I am a high elf? I have also systematically learned your magic, right?"
The engineer warlock is baffled by the witch spirit's knowledge.
He just wanted to learn the magic of elves in depth in the future, so he studied Anoquayan and Druzil in advance. Among them, only the former is a magic language in the true sense.
Relying on magic language, you cannot automatically release spells. Yesterday's healing magic was just mentioned in the book when introducing the root words related to the wind of life.
He himself did not believe that he could be successfully released.
I don’t know what the situation was like yesterday. He believed that he could release it, and then he actually released it. Was it the influence of the panel? Or not?
If the wizard spirit doesn't know... damn it, why did he fall into this kind of thinking again?
The engineer warlock noticed that he seemed to be in the same state as yesterday. He quickly stood up and moved his paws, hoping to use exercise to stop himself from thinking.
Moving, moving, he stayed in front of the wizard spirit.
Carefully read the new information revealed on the previous panel:
Kane's Bride:
Witch spirits are born with...
...dig out the still-beating heart from the victim's chest and roast it on the fire, coating the struggling flesh with scarlet runes...
Scarlet, rune?
The engineering warlock remembered that he seemed to have said yesterday that Druchi could do nothing but kill. What a joke? Wasn't it mentioned somewhere that Druchi didn't know how to build, so he still wanted to catch high-level people?
"Speaking of which, I also want to ask you, when you make sacrifices, you draw runes, so why don't you use them for construction? I remember that you elves have second vision."
Thinking about yesterday's possible joke, the engineer warlock asked carefully.
The blood-red eyes stared at the Witch Spirit under the white hair, making the Witch Spirit feel a little uncomfortable.
"Duluqi does not need to build, we only need to hone the skills of killing."
Hecate's voice dropped to a whisper.
"Stop, I'm sorry to bother you."
The engineer warlock stopped for a while, enjoying the service of the slave rat for a while, and then said again.
"Then why don't you become a mage instead of this thing? Isn't your first Bride of Kane, Moras, a mage?"
As long as you have second vision and enough time, anyone can become a mage.
Theoretically, any elf can become a mage, but the reality is that not all elves are mage, which is very strange.
"You mean the warlock?"
The witch spirits are a little confused. The spell casters in their place are called warlocks, not mages.
"I'm also called an engineer."
Eski complained and waited for her next words.
"My talent is not enough, Grond will not accept me as an apprentice."
The engineer warlock unconsciously picked up his chin.
This answer is really interesting.
In other words, the fact that elves cannot have all mages is a problem of the system, not other reasons.
It's just like something forced by the military book to balance the various races. Otherwise, if everyone else has all mages, other races will be in trouble.
But wait, what did he just hear?
Grond?
The engineering warlock suddenly realized that the person he called Grond yesterday was a bitch (blessed by the horned rat). Although it was true, but aside from the fact...
"It seems that my sowing discord yesterday was just a joke to you."
"嘁."
A mocking smile appeared on Wu Ling's face again.
The engineering warlock rolled his eyes, this is what it means to put aside the facts.
"Slave rat, come here and put this thing on me."
Esky waited for a full two minutes, but the slave rat still didn't come.
"Dirty stuff, do you want to die? Come here and put this thing on me."
The Engineer Warlock shouted dissatisfied, his tone full of rat-standard threats from a superior person to an inferior person. Only then did the slave rats realize that the Engineer Warlock was indeed speaking to them.
The Engineer Warlock just now was talking about Druzil, but suddenly it was changed to Queekish (I don’t know how to transliterate it). It was really hard for them not to react.
Resentment and dissatisfaction spread in the heart of the slave rat, but it was quickly suppressed.
Clan rats can make them want to rebel. After all, many rat people were clan rats before they became slave rats, but engineering warlocks, just like warlords, prevent them from thinking about resistance.
The smell of fear of rat men floated in the air, which made Eski frown and silently put on the breathing mask.
"What are they doing?"
"Give me disinfectant and repellent, there's always disease and bugs in those damn bastards."
Having long hair on your body is very bad. Bugs such as lice and fleas like this kind of environment very much. If you don’t pay attention to deworming and disinfection at all times, you will not be able to keep your beautiful white hair.
However, the ratmen of the scurvy clan seem to be very clean. Unlike those in the underground city, perhaps because they have been in a high-salt environment for many years, they have no other despicable things except scurvy. p>
Even so, Eski is still not careless. This white hair is very valuable.
While wiping it, he glanced at the elf slaves, and the engineer warlock began to think about whether they needed this thing.
"The wizard has Kane's body protection, so he doesn't need it. The bastards of Slaanesh might like it."
The engineer warlock glanced at the normal elves placed in the left corner of the room, then at the now lifeless Slaanesh followers in the right corner, and finally back to the left.
"Do you want the other three? Deworming and disinfecting."
The elves watched indifferently, and after a while, they uttered a word.
"Toilet."
"Slave rats, bring them over to the toilet, remember to empty it after use."
As he spoke, Eski silently tightened his breathing mask.
"Do you still have that thing?"
The witch spirit suddenly spoke and moved away from the cage next to the three normal elves with some disgust.
"You mean the respirator mask?"
The engineering warlock pressed it, shook his head, and explained.
"You can't use these things. The energy used for air circulation and filter cleaning is all dimension stone. Do you want to have long pliers and long tongues like those three things?"
"Speaking of which, if I feed them a dimension stone, they will stop growing tails."