The halberd tip was pulled away, and the clerk suddenly started bleeding profusely.
The purple granules squirmed little by little on his wounds, healing them like the delicate skin of a cub.
There was an inexplicable smell in the air. When I asked carefully, I found that it was not someone else, but the clerk.
Eski wiped his hands on the side of the ship in disgust. Although Mobrier was a male rat, he exuded the smell of a female rat, and his body began to become more feminine.
Just as the engineering warlock was feeling sick, purple-black elf ships decorated with spikes appeared from both sides of the green smoke screen.
In just a few minutes, as many as eight boats came around.
They are still farther away from the smoke screen, but perhaps because they discovered the ship that was moving away, these distant elven ships split into half and headed in the direction of Eski.
Among these boats, two are about the same size as the boat at Eski's feet, one is larger and the entire boat is rounder, and the other has only two masts and the hull is also much lower.
The rest seemed to have been organized into two small fleets and went back to engage in a follow-up battle with the rat men.
What the observer can observe is really limited at this distance, especially when there is still a gap in the speed of the two sides. Even in the observer, only the rough outline of the battleship can be seen.
There was another rush of footsteps. Eski changed his hands to hold on to the railing on the stairs and looked at the engineering warlock running up in embarrassment below.
"Who, who drove the ship away!"
Mirza cursed angrily, and the iron boots of the power armor almost broke through the deck.
"I drove it."
Turning around, he saw Eski lying on the railing of the stern deck. Mirza suddenly became furious and said angrily.
"My supplies and slaves are still behind! Esky, you bastard!"
The white-haired engineer warlock took his time and slowly walked to the stern of the ship, causing the brown-haired engineer warlock to chase him and board the ship.
A wave hit the boat, and the salty water hit Er Shu's face. The engineering warlock Eski turned around against the stern of the boat and spoke slowly and clearly to his colleagues.
"Mirza, save your life first. All my clan rats and slaves are on the boat behind. At least you still have something in Skaven Castle."
The engineer warlock wearing power armor walked to the stern of the ship and also adjusted the magnification of his observer to the maximum.
Those dense sail shadows made him silent for a while.
After confirming that the ships were still more than ten kilometers away, he approached Eski and whispered.
"Those pointy-eared things must be chasing this broken boat. If you didn't take this job, we wouldn't be like this."
These words made the white-haired mouse jump, and Esky slapped his paw on the mast and said.
"Fart, if you don't take this job, we'll be on the paddle steamer, and we can't escape. The Scurvy Clan will definitely find other unlucky guys to take the job. Those heretics are grabbing a lot of them in the corners of Skaven City.
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Thinking of the fact that Mirza was also on board, Eski continued angrily.
"Aren't you on this boat? You also want to take this job, but you just think the price is lower than others!"
Mirza punched him, but the power armor's fist was blocked by the dimensional stance. There was a stalemate for a few seconds. Both parties took a step back and did not continue.
The steel claw pointed at the elven fleet in the distance, Mirza said angrily.
"Okay, stop rambling, what should I do with those pointed-eared things in the back?"
He is a noble engineering warlock. Even if he is an engineering warlock who has been transferred to the front line to fight Nagash, how can he be annihilated here by a pointy-eared thing without any value?
Is this his fault for being greedy? Fart, it’s simply because the Scurvy Clan concealed information, putting them in danger.
"The farthest range of those special arrows from the pointy-eared things is only more than two thousand meters. We just don't want to be pulled to this distance."
As he spoke, Eski pointed his staff at the already completely dark sea behind the ship. The green electric light on the staff became the only light source here. Once the glowing green smoke drifted by, it was about 2,500 meters away from the stern of the ship.
A ribbon-like stripe lit up at the position.
"That's the distance."
Mirza looked at the stripes and then at the elf ship in the distance, temporarily relieved, and the white-haired rat was a little more pleasing to the eye, just a little.
Thinking that Esky was a grasshopper on the same rope as him, and there was only one boat at this time, there was no way to implement the Skaven principle that victory is to run faster than his companions, Mirza said.
"Do you think this is a conspiracy of the Scurvy Clan?"
"They knew that the reinforcements sent by the Parliament would set off at this time, so they sent this boat out and wanted the soldiers of the Parliament to help them deal with the pointy-eared things."
The white-haired engineer warlock's eyes widened and he stared at Mirza. After a while, he said.
"Don't make wild guesses, that is a serious crime of betraying the Council of Thirteen."
Esky spoke word by word, even the unique refrains in the rat language seemed slow.
"A ship with pointy ears is not worth what they do, and if they can beat the pointy ears, even if it is true, it is still false."
He turned back and looked at the elven fleets that were still chasing, and continued.
"They are not as fast as us, just get rid of them before dawn."
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More than an hour has passed since the sun set, and the night completely enveloped the sea and sky.
"Esky, the formation of the Pointy-Eared Things fleet has dispersed, so we should give up."
Mirza sat on the ground and said to the white-haired engineering warlock lying next to him.
"No, it means that we may have to continue to run for our lives."
Eski said without raising his head.
He is very sleepy now. Whether he was releasing magic, coordinating shooting, or controlling the ship, he spent a lot of energy.
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But at this time, do you dare to sleep?
Mirza didn't understand what Eski meant, so he hit Eski on the leg with his tail.
The engineering warlock was in pain, turned over, and explained.
"The power of the pointy-eared ships relies on collecting magical wind. Their previous formation was too dense, so each ship did not receive as much magical wind as we did."
"So, their speed lagged behind us before, but now they should develop a formation that is convenient for long-distance pursuit."
As he spoke, the engineering warlock touched the oak planks. To be honest, this kind of sleeping environment made his bones hurt.
He really wanted to take the bedding in the room and sleep on it, but he felt a little sad for the rare elf bedding.
The captain was not very polite and hung a hammock between the main mast and the railing of the poop deck. Captain Kuroge slept on it, waiting for the battle that might start at any time.
Other clan rats have also hung hammocks between the ballista ammunition racks to sleep, and the number of people on the night shift has been reduced to one-third of the original number.
Ratmen are also mortals and cannot fight energetically forever.
The white-haired engineer warlock looked at the almost invisible green evil moon Mosrib in the night sky, and suddenly thought of a question. His course was based on the course of the fleet. Will there be any mistakes?
Turning over, he looked at the black-haired captain sleeping in the hammock and said.
"I have no sailing experience, Captain, are we sailing in the right direction? Will we run aground?"
"I don't know, the trajectory of that big dimensional stone is not fixed, and no one can use it to navigate."
After the black-haired captain briefly answered the white-haired engineer warlock, he plugged his ears with his paws.
Seeing his actions, Eski sat up and said.
"Then we have to prepare for the worst-case scenario."
Behind the stern of the ship, the elf fleet is still hanging far behind. The distance has not shortened, but it has not increased either.
Eski became more and more suspicious that he had adjusted the wrong course to make the elves sure that they could catch up with the ship.
Even if they didn't adjust the wrong course, the Tilean Sea is also a place densely populated with islands and reefs. Maybe there is something they don't know about ahead, and the elves are driving them to their burial place?
"We still have to make them lose the ability to pursue them in order to keep us safe."
The white hair patted the brown hair next to it and said.
Due to mental drowsiness, Eski's claws were obviously weak.
Mirza also discovered this.
If it were normal times, Eski might have been assassinated by him, but it was different now.
"Then what can you do?"
Mirza asked, he really didn't know any weapon that could hit a target more than ten kilometers away, and it also had to destroy the opponent's weapon.
The white-haired rat's eyes showed a sharp look.
"Dimensional stone bombs, launch them with a long enough cannon."
The power of the warpstone bomb is hundreds of times that of the black powder bomb used by El Chapo. However, because it is an unstable product, it is generally used by slave rats to carry it with them to fight with the enemy, and then detonated by the engineering warlock. p>
"It's impossible, unless you get the blessing of the Horned Rat."
Mirza said immediately, his eyes fixed on the green observer lenses of the white-haired engineering warlock.
"Got to try."
The two looked at each other and understood each other tacitly.
The divine blessing of the horned rat is actually not a concept of belief, but also a concept of magic.
All rat people who study magic know a spell called "Grace". After casting it, as long as they plot and murder other rat people, the caster can get the blessing of the horned rat.
However, regardless of this extraordinary method, the white-haired engineering warlock first considered the materials needed for conventional methods.
The wrinkles on Eski's white robe that were pressed by the deck froze in sync with his expression. Mirza on the other side moved his tail protected by iron armor because he had been sitting for too long.
The two engineering warlocks sat on the deck in silence for a few minutes, and then Eski broke the silence.
"Mirza, you also come to help."
The white-haired engineering warlock pointed to the metal can behind the power armor. It was connected to the tail and leg armor on the front and bottom of the breastplate through more than a dozen metal pipes. Three of them were extremely thick and connected to Mirza's claws.
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It seems to be made into a power glove.
Esky pointed at it and said.
"I need your warpstone boiler or better."
"You want to dismantle my armor?"
Mirza's tone was still as sharp, but it became slightly slower, and the sarcasm could be seen in the emphasis that seemed to have softened.
It's like a hint, why don't you dismantle your own things?
"Just borrow it, you can take it back when you're done with it."
The white-haired engineer warlock spoke intermittently, using several overlapping words in the rat language. He obviously lacked confidence. As he spoke, he avoided Mirza's questioning gaze.
This is of course a lie, and anyone can see it. It’s just as full of loopholes as the engineering warlock apprentices in Skaven Mordor deceiving those idiot warlords who don’t know anything.
Mirza immediately scolded.
"I know the products of our clan best. Can I put them back together after they are used up? Are you kidding me?"
There was obvious anger in his tone that had not appeared just now.
"Life is still more important than a warpstone boiler."
Eski said, the sadness on the white-haired engineering warlock's face made Mirza frown.
In his eyes, this young, new engineering warlock who made big news in the industrial area should not have such a character.
No, all Rat People are not supposed to have professional personalities.
Fear and fight, the two scents released by the rat man's glands, should be the only two states of existence of the rat man.
Isn’t this heretical, childish, short, rude, cowardly, genius engineering warlock necessarily on the wrong course?
Looking at the pipes connected to the gloves, Mirza was silent for a while, and then said.
"This one is the most stable one I have specially adjusted. When it is the most unstable, the cooling water on it is boiled dry."
He pointed to the metal container above the metal tank. The round tank with a water inlet was used to hold cooling water.
"Two hundred and seventy, this is the highest price I can offer. I also want to buy other things in the military port. If you don't want it, let's finish it together."
The white-haired engineering warlock fell down again, and his mental fatigue made Eski's words even weaker.
"Then two hundred and seven."
"You can dismantle it, lest you say I have dismantled it, your war hammer and gloves rely on its energy supply."
Mirza did not speak a word, and asked the slave rats to start disassembling his power armor. It was particularly difficult to put on and take off this thing. It protected all parts of the body. The only part that was not covered was the cortex under the tail that facilitates excretion.
part.
"Damn slave rat, don't touch that interface."
Seeing the slave rat clumsily trying to pull the pipe that supplied power to the leg armor, Mirza slapped it with his paw.
The slave rat immediately flew out and hit the railing. The purple-black painted railing immediately broke, and the slave rat's chest collapsed and it looked like he was dead.
Captain Heimao didn't say anything, he just added a slave rat and slowly disassembled it under the command of the engineering warlock.
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Dozens of minutes later, the engineer warlock took off his power armor and put on a gray robe.