After sending Alclin away, only a few clan rats and slaves all over the floor were left in the basement.
The armor on the clan rat's body is spiked, and the weapon on its waist flashes with cold light. It is engraved with seven or eight runes that look like claw marks of the rat man, making this rat man's standard equipment similar in shape to the ancient Greek kopis short knife.
It has a different quality.
It is usually common sense among the ratmen that there is no need to provide better equipment to clanrats who are not very powerful.
However, the engineering warlock is too young and does not have complex interpersonal relationships like those old monsters. The power that can be used around him is always limited.
These clan rats were given to Alclin because he didn't value them. These clan rats were the only warning force for the young engineering warlock.
Yes, vigilance force.
If anything dares to harm the Engineer Warlock, a few Clan Rats alone would find it impossible to stop it.
However, sophisticated equipment can always allow the clan rats to persist for a longer period of time, giving the engineer warlocks enough time to attack or escape.
The room was currently eerily quiet, if you ignored the sound of the slave rats licking their master's fur with their tongues.
The white-haired rat slapped away a blind slave rat on his thigh who was still working. He waved to the slaves who had not yet been blinded and signaled the rat-meat hangers to hand over their clothes and equipment.
First, there was a white robe, neatly folded and held in the hands of the slaves.
As a superior member of a race, such robes do not appear to be very luxurious, and do not have the complicated decorations and patterns that the clothing of the pointed-eared things (elves) has.
Rather, it looks like the kind of linen robe worn by the downtrodden hairless monster (it does not specifically refer to humans, but without using an adjective, when referring to xx hairless monsters, it refers to humans.).
The only difference is that the fabric of this robe is not just linen, but a mixture of cotton and linen.
The robe is decorated with bright green runes, which are the same color as the dimension stones. There are only three in number, distributed under the collar.
For the Rat Man, it is enough to show the nobility of its owner.
The underground empire is always full of all kinds of filth. It is not easy to maintain a neat white dress in such an environment. The color white already shows nobility.
Not to mention those runes, under the caster's unique second vision, they always flash with the green light of chaotic energy.
After the Engineer Warlock put on his robe, a slave rat crawled under the Engineer Warlock's body and acted as the Engineer Warlock's rat seat.
One slave helps his master sit down, while the other helps his master put on his "shoes", or to be precise, paw guards.
The white cloth claws flashed with green runes, which were the same as those on the previous clan rat weapons, and also looked like rat claw marks.
The runes on these strips of cloth are the key to protecting the claws. Although the exposed claw tips and pads are in contact with the dirt in the underground empire at any time, these runes can protect the claws from being contaminated when they leave those things.
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The strip of cloth was tightly wrapped between the anti-joint of the heel and the large and small flesh pads, which would neither affect the engineer's control of balance nor affect the coverage of the runes.
The slave's skills are really becoming more and more skillful. Thinking this, another slave has put the green-lighting mask on the engineering warlock's face.
In the stinking underground empire, such a breathing filter mask is always necessary.
After calling the clan rats to take the slaves to the dock, the engineer warlock in his uniform flexed his four claws and headed to the factory that had previously belonged to him.
It can't be too late.
===Separating line===
Arriving at his factory, just as Eski expected, the clan rats of the Skry clan had already occupied the place.
Originally, he thought that Mosquita would give him kindness, just like he gave Ict Claw in the original history.
But after years of contact, Mosquita's greed is no different from that of other ratmen, except that because he is the chief engineering warlock, his greed is more technical and political.
But in this case, shouldn't I, a rare white-haired rat engineering warlock, be given more resources in exchange for more loyalty?
What is Alclin?
The more Eski thought about it, the angrier he became, and for a moment the nails on his claws pierced into his flesh.
When he looked down, he saw a trace of blood on his white hair.
At this time, I feel a little envious of Itek Claw's power armor with mechanical claws, which won't scratch me and can breathe fire.
I really don’t know how someone like Ictor Claw gained Mosquita’s trust and was called his right tooth.
In the Age of Sigmar, Ictor Talon became a god himself and led a group of rats to betray the Horned Rat. Logically speaking, he would not be the kind of peaceful person.
While thinking about it, he had already arrived at his destination.
At this time, a discordant sound appeared.
"Eski Engineer Warlock, you can no longer touch these things. The Chief Engineer Warlock ordered that these are the public property of the clan."
A clan rat with a blade wrapped around its tail stood up straight in front of Eski, making this guy who usually looked only 1.2 meters tall with a hunched body look like 1.6 meters tall.
But this is just on the same level as the underage Eski.
"That thing is not real estate, give it to me."
Eski's original sharp tone suddenly became deeper, and electric light flashed on his two paws.
The Clan Rat dares to talk nonsense with the Engineer Warlock, why? Because he has 47 points of melee dodge that is higher than the average Clan Rat?
The brown clan rat's expression changed drastically. An engineer warlock could kill thousands of clan rats like him. He stepped aside at a very fast speed. Eski could smell the smell of fear emanating from his glands.
No, not just.
The damn bastard dripped his rat piss on the floor.
He raised his right paw, and a bright green lightning hit the clan rat.
"Open defecation, Avada Kendawa."
The surrounding clan rats watched this scene unfold before their eyes, but no one dared to speak out.
Although they were a little curious about why the Eski Warlocks gave their dimensional lightning such a strange name, curiosity and the greed behind it were not worth the risk of their lives.
Eski waved his hand, and the slaves, who had never had a sense of presence, came forward and dragged the carcass down, which would probably give them a good meal.
After withdrawing his gaze and letting the slave rats move away the objects on the workbench, Esky left these assets that no longer belonged to him.
Everything was as natural as if nothing had happened just now.
==Separating line
I feel reluctant to leave this factory that I have been with for more than a year, but that’s not a big deal.
The factory building is the size of a small family workshop in the old world, but the equipment is much more advanced than other factories.
For example, the transformation of universal joints is a design used in many human factory structures to ensure stable production.
Also thanks to these things, the production speed of his factory was several times faster than other factories last year.
It's not that the production speed has improved much, but that other peers have equipment failures from time to time. As a result, their factory's annual production time is far shorter than Esky's.
However, those are not important, the white-haired factory warlock couldn't help but comfort himself in his heart.
Those technologies are not fundamental changes. It's just that those rats have devoted themselves to researching more powerful destructive weapons and have never considered the issue of production stability.
However, I am really unwilling to do so.
Looking back, the black slave rats were carrying various goods in the factory area, sending them to the land transportation distribution center in the East District and the dock in the South District.
If they were just selling weapons, there would be no need for such a large number of slave rats, and the engineering warlocks would not suffer so much.
The clans in the north need woolen clothing, the clans in the south need sandproof robes, and all textile-related industries have been monopolized by the Skry clan.
The efficiency of the slave rats in manufacturing these things is in no way comparable to the factories in the Scully Industrial Zone.
Moreover, thanks to the favor of the Horned Rat, the factory built in Skaven City does not need to consider a series of issues such as serial numbers.
On the way, a box was knocked over by a slave rat, and the cans were spilled on the floor. The supervisor immediately came over and beat the slave rat severely. The engineer looked at the situation and believed that the slave rat would not survive.
Canned and other industrial foods are also goods that many clans rob.
There are many deformed monsters induced and mutated in Skry's food factory. These things can produce the meat that rats crave without light, relying only on the wind of magic.
Thanks to these high-yield factories, the clan part of the Skryre clan has become one of the few famine-free paradises among the rat clans - of course the slave rats must die.
These have nothing to do with me anymore. Suppressing the distracting thoughts in his heart, the engineering warlock tried to pretend that he had no desires. He subconsciously looked at the things being transported by his slave rats.
The machine covered with black cloth.
"I-I don't understand, Engineer Warlock, this thing is still half-finished."
The voice of the speaker was deliberately lowered. This was Mobrier, the clerk at Esky's factory, or rather, the former clerk.
Although Eski didn't understand why he chose to follow him instead of continuing to work as a clerk in the factory, this guy who could read and write proficiently was much easier to use than a slave.
In view of this, Eski did not ignore him.
"I won't leave the half-finished product to Mosquita. Let him continue to wait for his right tooth."
Mobrier immediately fell silent. He didn't know what Mosquita's right tooth was, and he didn't dare to let himself know.
As Esky walked, he turned his head and looked at the machine pushed on the cart by the slaves.
The metal coils and conduits make it look like a mess of yarn tangled in the drain pipe.
This is a warpstone reactor, and the confusing coils on it have fully demonstrated that this is an immature product.
The current problem still lies in the core components overheating and burning out from time to time. Eski has added multiple circulation cooling circuits to it, but still cannot solve the problem.
The energy of the Warpstone is still too unstable. Any piece of Warpstone can make Eski's instant meter start dancing.
However, all the investment so far has been worth it.
Esky still remembered that the power armor worn by Iktor Talon was powered by a small warpstone reactor made by Iktor Claw.
Now, there are still thousands of years before the birth of Ictor Talon.
As long as he achieves results, he will be able to lead Mosquita in all aspects of technology, preventing that damn tin can from ever trying to crown himself the Emperor of the Skaven Underground Empire.
Thinking of this, Esky became excited again.
He let out the Rat Man's signature shrill laugh.
For a moment, the slave rats in the corridor speeded up their pace unconsciously.
===Separating line===
After the bell rang twice, Eski had arrived at the warehouse next to the port of the Underground Empire, his last place to stay in the Skaven City.
Fortunately, the damn Mosquita confiscated real estate, and the warehouse here was leased from the Scurvy Clan.
Unfortunately, there was no furniture for him to sleep comfortably in the warehouse.
Rather, his current living environment is extremely bad.
The place that was originally open enough for a few production lines came in with more than a thousand slaves and a small number of dozens of elite clan rats.
As a noble master, he had to squeeze almost together with his slaves.
The smell of glands, rat-man excrement, rotting food, and the stench of unwashed fur all mixed together.
Even though Eski put on a filter mask, he still couldn't stand the smell.
If the environment was just bad, that would be fine. What was even more troublesome was that all his property, except for slaves and food, was piled in a corner of the warehouse, and he had to guard against unclean hands and feet of the slaves.
How to sleep at this time, Esky was very troubled.
If it were normal, he would dare to let the clan rats guard the slave rats, and then let the slave rats report the clan rats.
But now, the great Engineer Warlock has fallen into despair, and has been driven out of Skaven City by the Chief Engineer Warlock. These people who always have conspiracies hidden in their hearts have become untrustworthy.
In particular, the Clan Rat is very loyal. Maybe he will plot his remaining family property while he is sleeping.
This clerk, at this time, did not want to jump ship and become a factory clerk under Mosquita, but chose to follow him, a down-and-out engineering warlock. Obviously, he had an agenda.
Are you also plotting these dimension stones?
Thinking of this, the engineering warlock explained.
"Secretary, contact the Scurvy Clan, order ten ships of food, and follow the next batch of support fleets to the front line."
"Y-yes, great master."
He casually asked Mobrier to go and solve the problem of food and fodder first. It happened that when he used him before, he had dealt with the scurvy clan.
If he really has an agenda, it would be more satisfying to extract some value from him before killing him.
Secondly, according to the urine characteristics of the rat people that Esky is familiar with, if he dares not to prepare food for the front line, the more than a thousand slaves will most likely become more than a hundred - the rest will all be turned into military rations
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"Here comes the Horned Rat."
Looking at the slaves who were twitching from time to time, Esky sighed softly.