The lower reaches of the underground river are filled with industrial wastewater discharged by Skary and domestic sewage dumped by the rat people. It is filled with a strange stench that is unbearable for the rat people.
However, at the height of the pier, the air here is connected to the ground through a special ventilation tunnel, and will not be contaminated with the smell below.
"I'm so sorry that I need you to come to a place like this."
The leader of the Slippery Clan is a dirty guy whose fur is almost wet and has not been well cared for. In many places, his brown hair has begun to become knotted.
He was just like a slave rat, wearing only the lower trousers and claw guards. At the same time, he exuded an obvious sour smell, which made Eski frown slightly. He suspected that this guy was pickled by the environment below.<
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You shouldn’t not wear a breathing filter today.
As soon as the dirty gopher man sat down, Eski pointed at the river below through the glass, with a look of disgust on his face.
"I asked, should your Slippery clan control the pollution of the river? When I think about food being transported from a place like this, I am so sick that I can't eat."
Although the other party looked like a coolie, he lowered his head and said without being humble or arrogant.
"Skull's industrial wastewater is not easy to treat. The toxic substances in it will consume a lot of slave rats."
"I mean those damn turds."
Eski said in a strong tone, pointing at the paw below and shooting out a green beam, which shone on the things that were still being dumped by the ratmen above from time to time in the dark green fluorescent river water.
"But they have been mixed with wastewater."
The engineering warlock stopped talking. It was absolutely impossible for the Slippery Clan to ask the Skry Clan to pay for it. At worst, he would not buy food from the Slippery Clan's channels in the future.
Anyway, he has been filling his stomach with the wind of magic, and he can also afford more precious food supplies from the tunnels in the west and north.
The two rats stared at each other like this for dozens of minutes before finally waiting for the clan rat to report the news.
"Engineer Warlock, the goods you want and the owner are waiting for you below."
Hearing this, Esky couldn't wait to use teleportation. The stench coming from the pavement that could not be filtered by any magic he had learned could not stop him from wanting to check the status of the goods as soon as possible. Reading 溂 p>
"Engineer Warlock, I have worked hard for these mercenaries, and the Clan Rats have also spent a lot of effort to make these big guys..."
Before the slave trader finished speaking, he was interrupted by Eski.
"Although it is very hard, I have calculated the employment fee, transportation fee, and your labor fee. Even if I give you a price of 9 claws, you can still make a 300% profit."
The unhurried tone made the slave trader's exaggerated expression calm down, becoming uncertain, and he suddenly smiled again.
"But we agreed."
As he spoke, the slave trader wiped the sweat from his forehead with his paws.
If you are a customer like an engineering warlock, it will be very easy for you to overturn the table with a small slave trader like him. Only the name and force of the defecting master are an unreliable guarantee..."
I just mentioned that I have no plans to change the price, why are you nervous?"
Esky showed a kind smile and patted him on the shoulder, as if he were treating his apprentice.
"The Skryre clan has always attached great importance to business reputation. As long as it is a signed contract, it will not allow breach of contract. Let me see, one 13-claw dimensional coin, right."
Showing his contract to the slave trader, the engineering warlock smiled and narrowed his eyes.
At this time, a sound of water and a more intense stench came over, and Esky noticed the big men on the boats who kept standing up and trampling the Slippery Clan's boat for a while.
Regardless of whether the other party could understand the rat language, Esky shouted to the ogres, most of whom were around three meters in size.
"Welcome, welcome, all ogre mercenaries."
"In my stronghold, you can get enough meat. After you go to the battlefield, follow me and you can get endless meat."
A big man, nearly three and a half meters tall, looked at each other and another slightly shorter ogre, and said to Eski.
"I'm not just here for the meat, we also need money."
"You have to ask for money."
The shorter ogre wearing a breastplate added.
"Money can be exchanged for more delicious meat."
"Copper is too heavy, it's best to use silver."
"Silver is still heavy, it's better to be gold."
The ogres who were talking and arguing with each other suddenly looked in the direction of Eski.
"A lot of gold. Or we'll stew you."
"Stewed."
Even in a dungeon full of ratmen, the ogre's words were still full of arrogance.
These guys have a sense of stupidity that cannot see the situation clearly, and Esky's soul tongue licks their souls, with almost no fear in them.
But the only species he could think of that were not afraid of Nurgle were these ogres.
While the two looked at each other in silence, the slave trader on the side spoke.
"The goods have been delivered. Master Engineer Warlock, please settle the payment."
"There is also the money from our Slippery clan. They ate a lot of fish and consumed a lot of our goods and slave rats. This is the bill."
The voice of the leader of the Slippery Clan also came from the door of the tower.
Esky flashed his paws and waved to the side. Slave rats and clan rats with the Skulli clan logo on their robes and armor slowly walked over, pushing a large lead box mounted on an iron frame cart.
"My clerk and my guards are here. Count them by yourself. I won't miss you a penny, but don't even think about getting an extra penny."
Esky clicked his paw on the ground, and a yellow magical aura surrounded the ground. The soil, stones, or other things began to deform and formed a chair made of steel fixed to the ground.
"Don't worry, don't worry."
Looking at the Storm Rat, whose face was illuminated by the green light as he counted the dimensional coins, Eski's tone became deeper and deeper.
"You made a lot of money this time."
"It's just to earn money for running errands. It's all hard-earned money."... The slave trader nodded, smiled, and continued to count the dimensional stones that all mice loved.
As for things like profit margins, it's better for engineers not to care about them.
"Why do ogres speak our language?"
"Although they look stupid, they learn any language very quickly."
"An almost perfect creation of the ancient saints."
The last words of the engineering warlock were so soft that they were almost inaudible, but they still made the slave trader look at Eski strangely, and then he continued to count the money.
The payment for the goods between the two companies required Eski to pay 7,621 dimensional coins, and it took a long time to count them all.
It wasn't until about an hour later that Esky led the ogres in the direction of Scully, which was not far from the dock downstream of the river.
Esky was so close to these new weapons of war that he could smell their unpleasant smell like the filth in the river.
However, he is still satisfied with these biological weapons.
Even though he was a little more than 1.9 meters tall after being accelerated by the gods, he was still only close to the upper half of the ogre's belly. In front of his eyes, there was the protective gear that every ogre wore to protect his stomach.
Round armor.
They have various hairstyles on the back of their heads, including bald heads with rat-tail-like pigtails on the back of their heads, two circular black pigtails with bangs, and yellow sky-high pigtails.
But without exception, they all had big black beards on their faces, and the meat residue hanging on them made him suspect that the function of these beards was to facilitate the ogres to lick their beards at any time for savoring.
Last meal.
Among the ogres' team, there were some strange little creatures. Those little guys were not even half as tall as Eski. After getting closer, I realized that these things looked a bit like halflings.
In particular, the kitchen utensils carried by the ogres near these little creatures and a small amount of smelly garlic, fennel and the like prove this point.
Is it because it has no practical value that the slave traders did not charge extra money?
No, Eski immediately rejected his idea. If an ordinary clan member wanted to buy it, he would definitely have to pay extra.
However, this time, I really made a profit.
Halfling cooks are said to be the best cooks in the medieval Warhammer world, and they can make meals with ogres in the future.
After circling in the direction of the ogre several times, Eski approached the tallest leader.
"What's your name?"
The big man glanced down sideways at this thin creature, which was only a little more than his height and less than one-fifth of its width, and spoke in rat-man language full of ogre accents.
"Zogor. Thunderhoof."
"Are you their leader?"
The ogre withdrew his gaze, said nothing, and walked forward in silence.
This was an obvious challenge to authority, but after all, he was the leader of the ogres, so Esky tolerated it.
The wind of heaven has almost condensed to 20%, and blue light fills the eyes under the observer.
That is the manifestation of the wind of heaven entering the brain.
Soon, relying on the soul of the ogre, Esky completely understood the language of the ogres... "Tell me what do you know? Knife, sword, shield, bow, or something else? Such as magic?" No ogre answered him.
The yellow magical aura enveloped the ogre, and soon a grunting pink-white fat pig appeared on the spot.
"If you want to end up like him, you don't have to answer my questions."
Esky threatened, but the magic power in his body was still not working smoothly - the consumption of this spell was far greater than turning a rat man into a pig, and it was almost the same order of magnitude as turning a stone into gold.
Should it be said that it is worthy of being a near-perfect creation of the ancient saints?
Seeing the sullen expression on the ogre's face suddenly turned into a sinister smile, almost all the ogres gathered around except for a few ogres who were protecting the halflings behind them.
Eski began to transform all the chaotic energy in the mana pool in the direction of Metal Wind Chamon.
Almost within a few seconds, three knives as long as Bieski's upper body were smashed down, trying to turn him into a pulp.
But what these ogres who drew their swords didn't expect was that a violent yellow light flashed past, and thirty-eight grunting fat pigs appeared on the ground.
"Your mother's! Just a few ogres!"
Actually spending nearly two-thirds of his energy on transformation magic, Esky marveled at the resistance of the ancient saints' creations to magic while examining the fat pig and the trembling halfling.
Being successfully transformed at least proves that there is no mage profession among this group of ogres. However, a mage cannot be obtained by just a slave trader.
Walking in front of the fat pigs, Eski said sharply.
"I am your employer, the great spellcaster in this world, not that damn slave trader."
"I gave you enough respect, but obviously you don't respect me enough."
"Now, standing lower than me, what do you think? Huh?"
"For example, you get up first and answer, Zogor."
The engineering warlock said, and with another yellow aura, Zogor returned to its original shape of three and a half meters high and two and a half meters wide.
The other ogres continued to hum on the ground, arching their companions from time to time.
"Wizard!"
Zogor was about to attack Eski when he saw the yellow light on his pink fingertips.
"What do you want? Zogor Thunderhoof? Our contract is still valid, right?"
After looking at the yellow light for a while, Zogor glanced back and forth at the claws of the fat pig and the engineering warlock. He swallowed, grabbed the leg of an unknown creature hanging on his waist and took a bite. "Of course, it still works."
It wasn't until he returned to the dimension stone and the black magic plant that Esky restored Zogor's other companions to their original state - or rather, if they didn't restore them, they would be seen through.
Esky has already felt that the huge amount of magical wind exerted on the ogres is becoming weaker.
The recovered ogres immediately fell into a commotion, but the reason was something Eski had never expected - some ogres had mutated due to the high concentration of metallic wind generated by chaotic energy.
"Hey! Why! Wizard! That's not fair!"
An ogre pointed at Esky and yelled at his mutated companion.
"Why can he have a second mouth! I want one too!"
"He's a big stomach god! I can eat more food!"
The mutated ogre's mind was not affected in any way. Looking at the second mouth that suddenly appeared on his chest, he immediately smashed the stone on the side, turned it into the shape of a tooth, placed it on the ground and began to pray.
At this time, Eski suddenly realized that it didn't matter that this thing had high chaos resistance and magic resistance.
Even chaos mutation is not a serious matter for this race.
However, it wasn't until he truly understood the ogre race in detail that Eski fully realized that his ignorance didn't end there.
"Are you a female ogre?"
Eski looked at the ogre with a long beard and said in ogre language in shock.
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When things perish, how can they survive? Remind you: remember to collect after reading it