Of course, it's because the engineer's idea is not in the interests of the Druchis.
When the interests of those being exploited cannot be represented, trust becomes impossible.
Force is his only choice.
Thinking of this, the white-haired rat lay down in front of the window at the stern of the boat, feeling inexplicably melancholy at the tone of the wizard.
"Kane's Bride, let's talk about something more relaxed."
The engineering warlock turned his head and moved his gaze downwards to the smooth lower abdomen of the wizard.
"Do you have an heir? I remember that you Druzi also used magic to enhance your fertility. You are over 900 years old. Although you are still very young according to your calculations, you should have an heir." p>
Wu Ling fell into deep thought for a long time before he spoke.
"Probably, there are probably a few."
The engineer warlock was happy, not only because the wizard actually answered him, but the answer itself was interesting enough.
"What do you mean, probably? Have you never seen what you were born with?"
Inexplicably, he thought of the female breeding rats in Skaven. They never knew what they had given birth to.
But it was just a sense of déjà vu. The engineer warlock knew very well that under the control of Kane's desire to kill, the wizard spirit could still think, which was completely different from the obese idiot female rats of the rat people.
"I only care about killing and never know about other things."
"The great Cain gave me this favor. If they are in Hargansi, they have probably been sacrificed."
At the end, Wu Ling looked a little inexplicably sad.
"It's really bland. I thought it would be interesting if you at least sacrificed your own heirs yourself."
The engineering warlock looked at the performance of the wizard and pinched his beard.
Is it because of the wind of life? The wizard spirit who only has killing in his heart actually has maternal nature?
The wind of life can theoretically do this. Esky is very clear. It is even said that mages who use the wind of life will have a strong urge to give birth to life.
Yesterday, I used the wind of life spell on her. Maybe it really evoked motherhood.
In this case, let's strengthen her a little more, Esky thought, maybe he can use this to control her in the future.
"If you don't kill young children at midnight after the death of Hal Gancy, your descendants may be taken to be taught to become new witch spirits, and then..."
Wait.
The engineer warlock suddenly discovered a blind spot.
"Speaking of which, you only see killing. Are these children the sacrifices you want to sacrifice?"
"Get lost."
Wu Ling's face turned dark.
The engineering warlock happily patted his belly and laughed loudly. This kind of question really makes people happy.
Turning his head and looking at the sun, which would probably take a long time to set but whose sunlight was undoubtedly beginning to weaken, Esky let out a breath and said.
"I don't have any children yet, but I have a dream."
"I'm thinking that by directly collecting the energy overflowing from the Chaos Demon Realm before the energy flows through the maelstrom, we should be able to build a powerful magical energy source."
"Relying on this energy, I can assemble a powerful army and a great city."
"All the soldiers will be my descendants. The great city will be composed of various races in the world, dwarf things, pointy-eared things, ogres, and even shrimp things."
"As a race under the sun, you occupy the surface of the city. As the rulers of the underground, my descendants own the entire underground city. Of course, there is no doubt that whether it is above or underground, the entire city belongs to me."<
/p>
The engineer warlock's words made the wizard stunned.
Soon, she began to think about its meaning, especially collecting the energy of the Chaos Demon Realm.
This kind of project can almost catch up with the maelstrom. Who gave White Mouse the confidence to complete such a complicated magic ritual?
Moreover, collecting the magical wind of the crack means that the device must be sent to the vicinity of the crack in the North Pole.
I asked as I thought of it, and Wu Ling spoke directly.
"This collection device, even if your talent can maintain the level I have seen in the past few days, it will still take me who knows how many decades to complete."
"And even if you build a collection device, how do you send the device there? There are all followers of Chaos, even demons."
The engineer warlock uttered only one word.
"Rocket."
The wizard spirit was a little confused. Rocket? Is it the arrow that is set on fire? She must have heard the root word of this Druzil language correctly.
"Rocket? Where are you going to set fire to?"
Obviously, this was a stupid question, but her intuition made her blurt it out. Sure enough, the engineer warlock's reaction was very interesting, and Wu Ling took note of it.
"It's not a Rocket, forget it, it's a Rocket."
"Locott, what is it?"
"You don't have to worry about this."
The engineer warlock recalled the past memories, which were only more than three years ago, but they felt as far away as more than ten years ago.
Rockets, the crystallization of human engineering.
The rockets in the nozzles, the launch pad filled with water spray devices and connecting devices... are really a bit blurry.
In this world, rockets are also the crystallization of rat-human engineering, the crystallization of thousands of years later.
At this point in time, the rat people still have no soil that can produce fruits.
Therefore, these things must be completed by using the knowledge learned now and the knowledge of the past world.
To put it lightly, in fact, the engineering warlocks still don’t have much of a clue.
The control system alone is a difficult problem, and the chip will definitely not be manufactured.
The rockets built thousands of years later by the Rat Man are directly controlled by the Rat Man's body, and there is no such thing as an automatic control system.
According to this principle, should rockets use "wet parts"? But we haven't started to study how to make "wet parts" yet.
Especially in a place like this where there can't be an assembly line.
Thinking too far ahead.
The engineer warlock rubbed his temples.
"If you have no clue, you can try the wind in the sky."
Wu Ling suggested that although she had never learned magic, it seemed to be common sense that she would not hesitate to make prophecies when encountering difficulties.
Especially when this white mouse’s magic talent is so high.
"I don't have the guts to use prophecy."
The engineer warlock laughed at her.
"Have you forgotten yesterday's demon so quickly?"
Wu Ling retorted.
"The maelstrom of our elves and the influence that filtered the chaos must have been the function of the corrupted believers yesterday."
"At times like this, it's you elves."
After Eski complained, he stopped replying and focused on looking at the scenery outside the window.
The sun is already setting outside the window.
There are no seagulls on the sea, not even the sound of oars.
It’s been a long time since I can think like this. The sea breeze is really comfortable.
"The sea is so quiet."
Eski couldn't help but sigh. When he said this, the engineering warlock's expression suddenly became strange.
Should the following sentence be continued: There is no point-eared fleet at sea.
Suddenly, there was a dull sound in front of the door, no, further away.