These simple structures are the same as most of the small strongholds Eski has seen.
However, around the parliament, in the center of the city, there are still specially built stone rooms that are relatively stable, and the walls formed by rock walls have been lightly polished by stonemasons to make them slightly smoother. p>
These parts formerly belonged to the personal guard of the ruler of this place, but now belong to the Eski and Mede clans.
On the four staggered wooden support structures used to support the rock formations overhead from collapse, there are about a dozen different shacks that have been reluctantly installed on top by low-level carpenters.
About a few hundred mats made of leather, hay, or worse materials were placed close together inside.
Towards the top, the better-ventilated part of the shabby bedrolls is occupied by the more elite part of the clan rats.
Most of the rats from the Med clan who are still waiting in the shack waiting outside are these clan rats that are fully equipped with armor made of rusty iron, bronze, or stone. Those clan rats wearing rotten leather armor.
Rats are mostly gone.
Call the leader of your clan over.
Seeing that the clan rat didn't respond and used his tail to knock the opponent to the ground, Eski repeated it again.
I said let your leader come over.
The little rat ran towards the stone building with an angry and timid expression.
In just a few months, these former slave rats who originally obeyed Eski's spells now no longer care about his authority. Perhaps, the clan leader needs to be used to reaffirm their status.
A slender and tall clan rat named Riel quickly came to Eski. His body still had a touch of blood in the second sight.
Interesting, Kane's blessing? If it is really a blessing, then this thing should only work on female elves.
Esky's claws touched Riel's bare chest, and the roots of the almost pink red hair were streaked with white.
My figure is good, but not as big as I expected.
The muscles feel very hard, but there is no feminization. At least the feel is completely different compared to the previous clerk, Mobrier, and the current Bisis Yin (Blessing of the Horned Rat). p>
Kane has changed his gender? No longer wants a bride? He wants a slender but strong and tall male? Or is it that the rat man cannot become a bride? But in that case, wouldn't it be better not to even give him a blessing?
Esky held his chin and murmured softly.
Did the gods do something behind the scenes? Or is the blood cauldron actually a black magic ritual created by Morath? It's just that the ratmen have a high affinity for black magic, so it will work?
Listening to Eski's words, a trace of anger flashed across Riel's face, and the bloody mist in his hand that could only be seen under second vision became thicker.
Of course it is a blessing from the great Horned Rat. What are you talking about?
There is even a rare trill in the chirping rat language.
Esky slapped the opponent on the shoulder, causing Riel's upper body to completely lose balance...
Forget it.
The engineering warlock glanced at Riel's body, which had finally stabilized under his huge strength, and his shoulders that were almost swollen, and then changed his tone.
Riel, I see that your men are completely disorganized here. Do you want to sacrifice all the Skaven and my property in this city?
Sacrifice to the Horned Rat is sacred.
I am also holy, what do you think?
Eski showed him the two bright red and silver runes on his right paw, and then pointed at the silver-white lines covering his body that made him grow to more than 1.9 meters at the acceleration of Lilith. Riel lowered his head and said in fear.
Yes, you are divine too.
Wrap Riel's neck with his tail and lift him up to the sword, Ace
Ji pointed at the rat man's head, whose fur around the eyes had almost turned into almost pinkish white.
From now on, random sacrifices are prohibited.
I will ask you to build a temple to the Horned Rat, establish a religious order, and send a representative to my council. I will give you a quota for approved sacrifices every year in proportion to the population.
As he spoke, he loosened his tail that was strangling Riel's neck tighter and tighter, and wiped the white scales on the tail against the long hair on Riel's face.
Now, your job is to count the population for me first. Then you can count for me how many houses there are in the city, how much food, how much weapons and equipment, how many other materials and manufactured goods.
As he spoke, Esky took out a large roll of rat skin paper from his waist and handed it into Riel's hand.
But the little clan rat didn't accept it, lowered his head on the ground, exposed his neck and said.
There are 161 Skaven who have received the blessing of the Great Horned Rat, and the remaining 31,735 are not so lucky.
The ratman's highest courtesy, exposing his neck, did not change the engineer's tone. He just asked another question.
Do you mean the Med clan?
Yes.
The pink claws lifted Riel's chin, snatched the rat skin form from Riel's hand and patted his face.
What I want is this city. I only give you six hours. After six hours, I want to see the first report.
With that said, the roll of forms was stuffed back into Riel's hand.
Looking at the bright red runes, Riel lowered his head and said.
I will prepare it.
Looking at Riel leading his men away, Eski sighed.
The power of faith is really powerful enough. It's a pity that Kane's corruption, tsk, spread ability is not as powerful as the four vendors.
After touching the rune of the Elf God's brand again, Eski turned to look at the rats, whose average height was only between 1.5 and 1.6 meters tall and sitting in their own tattered bedding.
What are you clan rats still doing here?
Although I ordered the sacrifices to be stopped, the Mede clan members are all crazy freaks. If you don’t want to die, take your clan members to the gate of the parliament and I will protect you in front of the sacrificial platform.
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As he spoke, the green smoke flashed, and the engineering warlock disappeared in place...
After lying in bed for an unknown amount of time, Eski was still very tired and dizzy when he was woken up by the guards.
He doesn't have much free time to do tricks like killing people in my dreams. After all, even if the Storm Rat stabs with all his strength, he can't shake the dimensional force field he has turned on all year round.
I learned from Storm Rat that he was woken up because of the arrival of a visitor.
But what he didn't expect was that the person who came turned out to be Esiliga. It was obvious that he had just teleported back from the underground fortress not long after.
Even in a place where there would be no eyes from other places, Eshiliga would not take off the hood and scarf that covered his face until he was in the secret room where the lord was alone.
Sorry, I have nothing to entertain you here.
It's not like Ikrit first got himself a shelf of grapes planted in the ground after getting the magic of life.
Even he himself has not eaten anything serious for a long time, relying on the wind of life to fill his stomach.
So much so that the feces excreted by him and his slaves are all clear green, just like young leaves, although the texture is different.
I don’t expect you to entertain me either.
Esiliga has never seen these Scully guys know how to enjoy themselves. Although they may not feel it themselves, in the eyes of ordinary rats, engineering warlocks are all a bunch of freaks.
Eski is just a weirder person among a group of freaks.
You can count on it later.
I got a woman from the Eastern Silk Country in order to serve the powerful
Specially trained, I might be able to make you a pot of tea or something later. It’s easy to hijack a ship in this place.
When the time comes, those who rob ships to transport tea, silk, spices, porcelain and jade will be able to entertain you.
Thinking of this, Eski suddenly thought of his third-level elf ship that was driven away by the elf mage.
It should be very promising for third-level ships to be used as pirate ships.
Tea?
Esiliga has never heard of this term.
What the hell?
ha?tea? It’s still difficult to explain to you without a real object. It’s not a good thing. Our clan’s body should prefer drinking milk.
After all, I have never heard of rats eating tea leaves.
Esky rolled his eyes and said in his heart, at most it's just grinding teeth and making nests.
After moving his sore body again, Eski heard a clicking sound and immediately used the wind of life to repair his slightly injured joints.
The green magic aura flickered on the cervical vertebrae, and he used the dimensional force field on his claws to grind his growing teeth, Eski said to Eshiriga.
Let's not talk about these boring extraneous things. You can definitely find me in the Skry clan. I have a teleportation array that has been transferred here. Although it was not completed when you set off.
This doesn't matter. The small clans on the road these days just have some contact with me.
Eshiriga's tone of voice rose, and it could be heard that he was in a good mood.
Did you drop by, or did you clean them up on the way? There should have been no value in cleaning up here before.
Esky has already thought that this is for himself...
Otherwise, those small cities that had gathered tens of thousands of fringe marriage groups before were not worth controlling so many small clans to serve as peripheral intelligence networks
This goes without saying.
Ai Xili pulled off the black scarf with a gentle smile on his face.
Have you decided what to call your base?
The underground fortress does not have its own name because the hilltop has not been captured yet, and all Skaven know where the Necromancer is.
Give it a louder name. Maybe one day it will be as famous as the slave market in Stink Peak. By then, I can continue to cooperate with you even if I return to Skaven City.
Ha, Skaven City.
Eski sneered in his heart, it seems that Eshiriga's pattern has ended here.
Although he only knew it because he knew the subsequent plot and opened the God's perspective, the truth will not change.
All the clans that can become bigger after Skryre and the Gray Prophet can only develop if they stay away from the Skaven City and away from the centralized claws of the Thirteen Council.
However, Esiliga is right, this damn place needs to be given a name.
Esky pinched his beard and thought for a while before continuing.
The name...let's call it Side1.
Side?
Another unintelligible word. Is it Skulli's internal vocabulary? Eshiliga was confused.
You don’t have to worry about it, it’s just Side, this is my own style.
Eski clapped his paws nonchalantly, and then smiled as if he was mocking him.
If I hadn't known that the two worlds were connected in a certain story, I would have really wanted to call this place Holy Terra.
He thought of the Gray Knight who once appeared in the Chaos Demon Realm of the Medieval Warhammer, and the experience of a certain Gray Knight in the 40k world of the Medieval Warhammer. The two worlds must be connected somewhere.
In the world of Warhammer, name is also a very important thing.
For example, the name of the gods will attract their attention, and the name of the planet may attract something terrible.
What is sacred?
Eshiliga asked.
He has decided to write down the strange things said by these engineering warlocks
Vocabulary, maybe it can be used to gather information about Shi Kuli in the future.
This kind of information has always been priced at a high price, so high that a mid-level clan cannot afford it.
Terra, you can call at any time, maybe something will fall out of the Chaos Demon Realm.
Eski remembered that the corpse on the golden toilet was close to becoming a god, and the holy number was also thirteen. Maybe it could have some wonderful resonance with the people of the Horned Rat, who also had the same holy number of thirteen. Although, he doesn't need this kind of resonance to happen to him.
However, it would be interesting to let these fellow Skaven come up with something.
Eski quickly grabbed the rat-skin paper and used the magic of chaos to draw the figures of those tin cans on it.
If you see this kind of thing, remember to run away immediately. If you can't defeat it, then tell me.
However, maybe a large number of warpstone bombs can send these things on the road. I remember that melta bombs can hurt them.
Things from another world are far stronger than ours, so if their things fall into this world, it will be very dangerous for us, but it is also an opportunity.
Eshiliga's eyes widened.
From another world? What does it mean?
However, based on this logic, how could Esky know about another world?
Esky pretended to be mysterious and kept a straight face, and read in the religious rat language like the Gray Prophet.
Ring the bell three times to praise the God of all opportunities.
Then I immediately laughed so hard in my seat.
Hahahaha...
I fiddled with the simple electric kettle a little, then leaned back and said.
It seems that there is no such thing as a machine soul in this world.