Chapter 239 The quarrel between father and son before meeting the vampire
"Grey Prophet... No matter what, you are right."
Alklin tapped his mechanical ear, which made a few crisp sounds.
"Then let's kill Versky."
Eski held his knuckles and turned them around, shaking his head slightly.
"The Fallen Blade hasn't been built yet. Wilski cannot be killed. He is still contacting the Council of Prophets. The creation of the Fallen Blade cannot be affected by conflicts of interest."
Although Mosquita had informed him a few months ago that he would build the Corrupted Blade, some sporadic information later showed that Verski was also contacting the Prophet's Council to manufacture the weapon.
On the Gray Prophet side, this guy is the one who contributes the most.
Therefore, although the struggle for interests is still going on, we still cannot completely break up.
Alklin said in surprise.
"So, the legendary old madman's prediction is true?"
Esky raised his eyes in surprise.
"Quickwall? He has been promoted to the Lord of Disaster by the Horned Rat, didn't you know?"
"Damn it, there's never such news in the big city."
As Esky watched, Alclin scratched the brown hair on his cheek.
"Okay, there are indeed some rumors, but we only think that they are trying to use rumors to increase the influence of the clan."
Eski swung his paws forward.
"If Fallen Blade continues to build, how much of his net worth should he retain?"
Alklin did not answer this question.
"For that weapon you call the Corrupted Blade, he has spent all his political resources and wealth just to contact people."
"This time he brought his Baoyi clan to fight for the dimension stone for this reason."
Eski frowned, his ruby-like eyes full of disbelief.
"So, Ikrit should give up the mining rights to him?"
He turned to look at the dimensional stones placed on the ground.
"But what is this? Betrayal?"
"Generally speaking, in the underground empire, there is nothing wrong with betrayal."
Alklin slid his mechanical claw on the stone table, and Esky's claw began to tap irritably.
"Ikrit is quite reputable. Apart from making the Corrupted Blade, Werski has nothing to trust."
"Then why are you hesitating? Kill him. Even if Wilski dies, the Chief Engineer Warlock and the Council of Prophets will still build this weapon."
"Alclin, I'm not a fool."
"Of course you are not."
Esky waved his paw, blue light flashed, and several pieces of metal exuding the unique radiation of warpstone fell in front of the two rats.
"This is?"
"The alloy of Grimnir, the strongest metal of the dwarf stuff, and warpstone, the failure of my smelting experiment."
"Alloy, I remember hearing a little bit of noise..."
"The Fallen Blade is forged using an alloy that combines Grimnir and warpstone. However, I have tested it and found that an ordinary warpstone furnace cannot bring out the characteristics of both." p>
Eski raised his claws and injected the chaos energy in his body into the metal. For a moment, even Skaven's body, which has the highest chaos resistance in the world, felt a sharp sting.
It seems like it will collapse in the next second.
In just three seconds, Alklin felt as if he was going to die immediately. He turned his head and looked around. Behind Eski, some green patterns were added to the originally pink wings.
"So, this is what I said, but in order to finally forge the kind of alloy I mentioned, in addition to requiring precise calculations and advance experiments, it also requires engineering warlocks and gray prophets to directly start forging with their own mana.
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"With the continuous consumption of chaotic energy and erosion of the body, the radiation of unfiltered warpstone, a large number of engineering warlocks and gray seers will die directly in the process of casting and forging."
"The Chief Engineer Warlock is very rational, and so is the Prophet's Council. Now that Nagash has fled eastward, are they really willing to pay such a price?"
Alclin propped up his seat and made a harsh friction sound on the ground to get himself a little farther away from the pieces of metal, and then said to Eski.
"From my common sense, it should be impossible."
After a while, Esky stared at the luminous pearls inlaid on the ceiling and murmured.
"What changes have occurred in the stars in the sky?"
"You know, that's the nonsense that the Gray Prophet talks about. Our clan has no research in this area."
But Eski didn't want to hear Alclin's answer. He closed his eyes and took a long breath.
"It's decided, I want to learn the Gray Prophet's method of carving runes and astrological divination. I will offer you 10,000 Dimension Stone coins to help me tie up a Gray Prophet apprentice who has learned a lot."
"Are you planning to be... arrogant!"
Alclin, who had no reaction at first, widened his eyes and leaned forward.
"Are you looking for death?"
Although he had just noticed that Esky was trying to smelt the alloy that could only be used by the Corrupted Blade, he still roared directly.
Eski pointed to the wings behind him indifferently and shrugged.
"Just try it. It is the most powerful weapon created by the mortal race. Even the dwarf's High King's Ax can't compare. Even Kane's Divine Sword, the real weapon of the gods, its lethality is slightly inferior.
On the blade of our corruption."
Speaking of this, Esky suddenly widened his eyes.
"Wait, I get it."
"What do you know again?"
Eski unfolded a Lahmian trade map that he had stolen not long ago and pointed to a blank space in the upper left corner.
"Kain's Divine Sword is in the Temple of Kain in Ulthuan. If the Corrupted Blade cannot be forged, Kain's Sword can also be effective!"
Esky said.
"Lilith has contacted me. The Witch King Malekith is launching a new round of attack on Ulthuan. If we can take this opportunity to pull out the Divine Sword of Kane."
"Although I don't have much confidence that I won't be affected by that thing, every Skaven knows how to find a scapegoat."
The white-haired rat's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he slapped his head and gave a new order to the messenger.
"Make preparations, give these 100,000 Dimension Stone coins to Werski, ask him to return to Skaven Castle, let Ikrit see it, and then bring this letter to him."
He left his seat with excitement, sat directly next to Alclin, and asked the slave rat beside him to draw the map in his memory on the map.
"Then there is the question of how we get to Ulthuan. We must first prepare a shipyard. However, I don't have the talent to build a ship. There are also problems with the site and labor force."
The green light in the mechanical eyes above Alklin's head flickered, and he could see that there was no confusion in Eski's tone.
Eski opened the map and pointed his paw towards the south, and a viper symbol appeared in the field of vision of the two rats.
Just as Erkelin thought, he had already figured out a way. A ghost place like Side 1 was not the person he pinched, it was the first space colony of mankind. Of course, there would be no talented people who could build ships.
But just across the sea is Nehekhara's largest trading city-state, Lahmia, where the most indispensable thing is craftsmen who repair and build ships.
"This is the human trading city, Arclin. I want to go to Lahmia myself, and you have to go with me."
"What and what? Lahmia?"
Alklin felt that his brain was a little unable to react. Although he knew that it was a human trading city and there were probably shipwrights there, it was not enough to let his subordinates kidnap the rats. Why did they have to have the two high-level combatants of Skry in person?
Past.
Esky pulled out the map of Lahmia City that the vampire had sent before and patted it on the table.
"This human trading city is the city where the vampires mentioned just now are located."
"I can't tell the strength of this race, but they are the only magical creatures in the world that are generated from the most primitive Dahl energy. There are secrets behind them that even the gods cannot interfere with. Therefore, I will drag you with me more.
Insurance."
"If everything goes well, these vampires can give us enough engineers, but what I want is more than just that."
Alclin glanced at Eski in surprise. His adopted son just held his head and lay on the table and said to him.
"What I mean is that even if the workers are successfully introduced, there will still be too many problems later. Let's not talk about the ship workers and raw materials that we lack, and let's talk about some minor issues."
"For example, the treatment of these human engineers will involve a lot of trouble. They are different from Skaven. Even if they are useless waste, they can work for decades. There is no need to wear them out within a few years.
Drop."
"But if these things live underground for a long time, they will get sick and die. This means that we have to build cities above ground."
"In this way, I will be even more lacking of masons and stones, and then I will be even more lacking of carpenters and timber, and I will be short of labor force, and then in order to support these people, I will need more food."
"Food requires more magic power, and the spellcasting work I need to bear is even heavier, and then I also need a magic structure that can operate on a large scale to improve farmland."
"Once these things come, there will be a need for mines, more factories, and more workers."
"I will soon be faced with a more serious dilemma than now: adding more noodles and adding more water, and adding more noodles. As a result, no matter how I add it, it will not be appropriate, and I will even be short of water and noodles."
Eski's complaints began to become endless, but he didn't notice that Alclin's face became more and more ugly.
"You idiot, why are you wasting your time here?"
Alklin slapped Eski in the face.
"You have to manage everything and be responsible for it? When you only have thirteen horned rats in a day, isn't the precious time given to you by the horned rats wasted on these trivial matters? Let those small clans take care of it." p>
Eski unfolded his flesh wings and flapped one wing, but Alklin easily blocked it. He yelled at his adoptive father and master.
"Do you know how much it will cost to let those small clans do things?!"
Pulled by the fast-moving mechanical claws connected to the tail, the two pink noses were close together, breathing heavily at each other.
Alclin shouted angrily.
"I mean, why do you care so much about those warpstone coins? It turns out that you can't think of a way to make money. We are not in Skaven Mordor now, and we are not just doing business, you idiot."
"First lower the labor price for me. The clans living in the city will naturally dare to raise the price with you. Go to those stinking ditches and the cracks between the rocks and find those marginalized clans who can't even eat at any time to be the contractors!" "Tell them that the tentative wage is one dimension coin per month for ten rat workers. The one with the lowest price will get it. Those idiot leaders will sacrifice all their rat people just to take dimension stones to enhance their strength."
"If the money is still not enough, issue bonds to the outside world! We are the Scully clan, and if the interest rate is below 13%, we can pay it off."
Having said this, Alclin's constantly twitching chest slowly calmed down, and he leaned back on the chair and carefully recalled Esky's previous complaints.
"As for your raw material problem, it's a big trouble. Originally, we had an agreement with the Scurvy Clan in the Skaven Demon City. No matter how much goods they have, their fleet can transport them back to us."
"Are there no cheaper import channels?"
He turned around, not waiting for an answer, only Esky's flesh pad approaching quickly.
The white-haired rat kicked Alclin's chair, overturned his communication chair to the ground, and hit Alclin's staff with a claw.
"So! You old guy, can you listen to what I have to say!?"
"Just because I read those things doesn't mean I don't have a solution! It's far better than your solution!"
"Although I can't produce much of the stone, wood, and grain that I lack, Laemia across the sea has plenty of it. As long as I can import it, everything will not be a problem."
"That's why I'm going to meet the vampires and make a secret import agreement and ask them to deliver the goods to the underground port for me! You old fool!"
At this moment, Eski heard faint footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw a little boy with chestnut skin. He was wearing a vest made of white linen. He looked at it with complicated emotions.
By Eski.
He spoke to Eski in the rat language with difficulty.
"Go, Lahmia."
"Ah, by the way, I forgot to introduce it to you. This is my trump card against vampires, the royal blood of Lamia, the only son of Queen Lamia that I killed."
As he spoke, Eski's language transformed into Nehekhara.
"Baby, if you want to go to Lahmia, your sister can't go, do you understand?"
Before the little prince could answer, his nose twitched and he turned to glare at the slave rat beside him.
"Wait a minute, slave, why does he smell strange?"
"No, Master, the bath slave rat licks this person clean every day."