Originally, he just wanted to chat and learn about the history, culture, customs, taboos, etc. of the ogres so that he could control these mercenaries immediately.
Maybe he can turn the mercenaries into his direct troops at some point.
I just didn't expect that in the first chat, a shocking revelation came out.
"But don't you have a beard? This beard? It's glued on?"
Eski's eyes swayed left and right in his sockets as he looked at the creature in front of him. The thick beard was attached to her face. Eski couldn't tell whether it was glued on, but he still continued to ask.<
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"So, there is no difference in appearance between male and female ogres, except whether the beard is glued on or grown on?"
This time, the female ogre was annoyed, and punched the mountain wall. The iron glove hit the stone, smashing the tissue of the mountain wall to pieces, and shouted at Esky at the same time. p>
"If I can stick my beard on, I have better intestines and I am stronger!"
"You're right."
Eski slapped the ogre's back with a twitching slap, almost making her stumble.
The female ogre turned around and was originally going to hit Esky's face with her fist that smashed the mountain wall, but she had no choice but to give up when she saw the yellow light on her claws.
Eski compared her body with those of those without ogres, and it seemed that she was indeed stronger. It seemed that the female ogres who could stick their beards on were better able to fight.
But it’s really not certain that those without beards are definitely not females, if you consider the source of this female ogre’s beard.
"How to tell who is female?"
Faced with Esky's question, the female ogre just patted the plate armor on her chest and said no more.
That’s right.
Eski touched his beard and looked at the other beardless ogres. Most of the beardless ogres had plate armor or leather armor on their chests.
But the physiological structure of ogres is different from that of ratmen, humans and other creatures. Most of their important organs are in their big bellies, protected by thick fat and muscles. They only need belly armor for protection. p>
Only female ogres need to wear breastplates to protect their mammary glands.
However, when they discussed more details about the life of the ogre, their stomachs growled.
All the ogres almost asked the same question.
"When will dinner be served?"
Zogor Thunderhoof was no exception, appearing in front of Esky.
Esky raised his head and stared at these three-meter-plus big guys, and couldn't help but said irritably.
"The slave rats will bring you more food."
Not only the noise of these things, but also the stench that cannot be dissipated.
However, on the front line of water shortages, bathing is a luxury just like Skaven.
Eski can still lick himself clean with the tongue of the clan's special bathing slave, but the ogre's huge body cannot be cleaned by the slave rats.
Even if there is sufficient water, it will take a professional bather a long time.
"No, only the food cooked by our cooks is delicious and plentiful."... The ogres collectively objected to Eski's answer, and they sent the short men to Eski.
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"Alright."
With twitching eyes, Esky led the halfling toward the kitchen, which had been expanded in recent days.
"Just wait here, don't eat my rats!"
After threatening the ogre with the wind of metal again, the engineering warlock turned and looked at the halflings under his feet.
"How long will it take for you to prepare the barbecue they want?"
"That depends on our kitchen utensils."
Before the halflings could finish speaking, Eski heard the heavy footsteps behind him, which were the ogres carrying pots and spices.
"Clan Skryre has a dedicated kitchen."
Esky's words did not make the halflings give up and let the ogres follow them towards Skryre's kitchen.
There is an obvious area of newly demolished and rebuilt buildings. Both sides of the stone wall have been demolished, and the roof that has not been demolished is completely supported by a newly built load-bearing column.
In the outer area, under the roof supported by simple leather, several new stoves were roasting strange meats that even halflings had never seen before.
"Originally, this place was only dedicated to supplying food to engineering warlocks, but these days, meat has been prepared in advance, about thirty tons, and now a large batch has been roasted."
Listening to Esky's introduction, the halfling's eyes did not stay on the ovens, but instead on the things piled on a large long table in the kitchen.
"Salt, is this sage? Sour grass juice? Such a small amount of seasoning, can it be considered a kitchen?"
The halflings complained in ogre language and ordered the ogres to put down their luggage. They unloaded a large number of bottles and jars and placed them on the big wooden table in Skryre's kitchen.
The ogre's movements showed a strange respect. Before the halfling could say anything more, he had already walked to the chopping board with the knife.
The halfling did not rush to give them new orders. He went to the stove first. As soon as he arrived at the real barbecue place, he was shocked by the burning fuel and the fuel in the iron basket.
"What is this?"
The halfling asked in shock, pointing to the black thing. He didn't even see clearly the expression of disgust on the face of the rat cook, who was taller than him, because he was being fingered.
"Coke, this is the product of coal coking."
With that said, Eski immediately released a heavenly wind language spell on the clan rat cook, so that he could understand what the halfling was saying.
After about a few minutes, the clan rat, who understood what the other party was complaining about, replied unhappily.
"Using this thing to grill meat will have less weird smell. In the past, charcoal was used to grill the meat for the engineering warlocks, but charcoal is very expensive, and there is too much meat to grill today."
"Can't we use the leftover materials for making shields?"
Before the halfling could ask, Esky first thought of the by-products of Skryre's factory.
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"But, Engineer Warlock, our clan has stopped making wooden shields since last week."
The clan rat lowered his head, and the halflings beside him started a new round of noise.
"Esmeralda! You stupid mice don't even have garlic! No garlic! I can't make good barbecue, and I will use up all the garlic!"… The little halfling patted his head and approached the project.
The warlock yelled.
"Go buy it, go buy it, soon."
Several clan rats took the sign given by the engineer warlock and ran towards the port at one end of the city, but Eski didn't think he could catch up with this meal.
The port that sells high-end ingredients is upstream near the northwest, and it is at least an hour away from Scully's station downstream.
However, the halflings didn't think they could arrive, so they directly gave orders to the ogres.
"I don't have time to cook the stew, but I can change the strange smell of barbecue. Put the pot on the rack, let's cook the barbecue again, and then find a way to change the taste."
With that said, the halflings and several ogres began to work, and the waiting ratmen couldn't even intervene.
"Is there any green meat? Zogor likes to eat vegetarian food."
Esky chose to ignore the new request, which made the ogres who helped the kitchen want to have a fit, but they could only look at it with hatred and continue to chop the thing that could barely be called barbecue under the knife. The enthusiasm in Eski's heart was mostly extinguished by the performance of these things.
Relatively powerful intelligent life forms are troublesome. They are not like rat trolls who can be punished with whips, but they are also not like weak clan rats and slave rats who can be subdued by force.
Such a little bit of ogre, that's all.
Now he has begun to doubt whether it is a good idea to try to enter the Garden of Nurgle with such a small force, let alone other plans thereafter.
However, all these doubts disappeared in the delicious taste of the stewed barbecue.
The taste of a mixture of sour, spicy, sweet and salty is not too salty, but just a little salty. The sourness and sweetness neutralize each other, bringing out the spiciness, which makes Eski's appetite strong enough.
As for the texture of the meat, I don’t know how it was processed. After being boiled in the soup, not only did it not look bad, but it was quite tender and smooth. Coupled with the skin that was soaked in the soup and had a burnt layer, it was amazing.
To the extreme.
But...
Eski's eyes fell on the cook who was also eating. Reading 溺
If I remember correctly, the meat of these little things is the most delicious in the world.
"Zorgor, isn't it true that halflings taste delicious? How can you resist eating them?"
Esky looked at the halfling's appearance, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and continued to bite off a piece of cooked grilled aberration.
Zogor responded quite loudly, and even the halflings looked at him.
"I'm not a stupid ogre! Halflings are delicious, but there are only a few of them! If we let them cook, we can eat these every day instead of eating the unpalatable things made by butchers."
These words made the ogre who was quietly eating meat next to him, whose shoulder was obviously missing a piece of meat, immediately stood up and retorted.
"You pursue delicious food! That's not the meat that ogres should eat at all. The Big Stomach God is what ogres need."
"If you don't shut up, I'll eat your left hand!"
Zogor threatened and successfully silenced the ogre.
Eski scratched his head. There was no way he could use this method to make the ogre surrender.
It's just that he has no way to bite the ogre. Halflings, dwarves, elves, and humans are all he needs, and it doesn't matter if they are delicious. The ogre is still too disgusting... "Eat it."
After that, you have to cooperate with my rats to improve your combat capabilities."
"Okay, just let us eat enough. In fact, you are much better than the previous little things. At least I have never eaten this kind of meat, but you can't make it delicious."
Zogor mentioned the piece of meat steak.
"You mean the meat of aberrant monsters? Don't worry, there are so many types of these things that you will never get tired of eating them,"
Esky ate a piece of ear meat, and the expression on his face turned into a sinister smile that was no different from that of an ogre.
Aberrations are things that exist underground in every rat city. They are either the product of failed experiments by rat people, or the product of crossbreeding between rat people and foreign races.
In addition to killing himself in the tunnel, he was also used in the executions of the Council of Thirteen or the local council.
The products of failed experiments are quite common in any clan. For example, adjusting female rats also has a failure rate.
Hybrid species are even more common. After all, the survival ratio of female rats to male rats is 100 to 1, and less than 3% of Skaven have mating rights. The needs of the remaining Skaven also need to be addressed.<
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The species used for the solution are not reproductively isolated from the Skaven.
Except for the rat wolf born from the cross between the Tilean Steppenwolf and the Skaven, which has a certain value and is valued by Model, most of the other hybrid species are all kinds of weird aberrations.<
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There are so many types of aberrations that even members of the Skryre clan don't want to count them.
In particular, their meat production and taste are not fixed. After iteratively selecting a batch of products with high meat production, relying on magic energy to produce a large amount of meat, and having a decent taste, Shikry has nothing to do with them.
Interested.
As livestock, they are not as useful as slave rats. At the same time, they cannot be used as mounts, so their development value has been exhausted.
Unexpectedly, at this time, waste can be recycled, which made the engineering warlock's originally unhappy mood become happy.
Perhaps relying on the wide variety of aberrations and cultivating a lot of different types of spices, we might be able to permanently recruit ogres through food.
About an hour later, the satiated ogres sat on the plant seats that had been built for them in the square, talking and laughing to each other in strange tones, as if they were performing some kind of religious ceremony.
Eski found his apprentice and said directly without even considering the consequences of his words.
"The things I need are in the deepest part of the Garden of Nurgle, so the flamethrower is a must. Akins, you will be responsible for the technology of the flamethrower. You should have learned the technology of your teacher Vitrik, right.
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Aikins looked around in surprise, and after finding that there was no abnormality, he looked at his current master.
"After that, I will give you a new factory and let you become a true engineering warlock."
Eski made a promise, but did not even look at his apprentice, only waiting for his apprentice's answer.
"Yes, yes, Master. But are you going to use the flamethrower on these stupid big guys? Won't they turn themselves into barbecue first?"
Akins said he was submissive, but he had no trust in those ogres... He didn't even think that this thing could compare with the Model Clan's new weapon, which was called the Rat Troll. p>
At least that kind of thing was specially adjusted by the dimension stone, and after thirteen transformation surgeries, it was finally formed into Model's ultimate weapon.
What qualifications does this stupid, savage beast smaller than a rat troll have to compare with biological weapons?
However, his master obviously didn't think so.
"I will design a set of power armor for the ogre alone. Lord Ikrit sent me a letter this morning. Some large pieces of dimensional stone have been newly produced in the mine, which should be enough for manufacturing."
As he spoke, Eski took out the design sketches he had drawn a few minutes ago from the back, introduced these powered armors that were probably not very effective to his apprentices, and explained several new power structure issues. p>
From the power plant, transmission device, introduction to weapons, Eski said excitedly.
"For example, this kind of flamethrower is installed on the top of the wrist and made into a rotatable structure. This can prevent the ogre from burning his hands."
"You think these stupid things will burn themselves to ashes?"
There was a questioning look in Aikins's eyes.
"But they still need this weapon."
Esky took out several different pieces of ratskin paper in front of Aikins, with weapons he had never seen drawn on them.
"We still need to get this, the chainsword. It should be helpful in breaking through the demon's defense. It would be even better if the runes of destruction were engraved on it."
"My idea is that it can break down any magic defense of demons and easily saw through their reinforced outer skin protection"
"Besides that, it's the fire support. In addition to the Ratlin, which I plan to increase the caliber to 20 or 30 mm, and a few hip-firing cannons, it should be enough."
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When things perish, how can they survive? Remind you: remember to collect after reading it