Following the direction Eski said, Bigor went through it silently in his mind.
It was a route that skirted the territory of the hairless monsters in the south, crossed the desert, crossed the southernmost land, entered the eastern ocean, and then circled back to Nagashzar.
"Then it will take five Horned Rat months. If we send you along the river to the Badlands, and then take the underground network from the Badlands to the front line, it will only take at most three Horned Rat weeks."
He was absolutely unwilling to do such a long voyage, so he tried to convince the engineering warlocks on the grounds of time.
The engineer warlock also knew that he would not agree immediately.
After all, this navigation route is like allowing them to set out from Italy to attack Baghdad in Iraq in a world without the Suez Canal. However, they do not take the route that Syria used to attack the past, but pass through the Strait of Gibraltar and bypass the Cape of Good Hope.
It is the same as launching an offensive through the Strait of Hormuz to attack the Persian Gulf.
In particular, the Skaven's underground network extends in all directions, so they don't have to worry as much as marching in the desert. Such a route looks surprisingly stupid.
However, this route is indeed what the engineering warlock needs.
"But that might mean you're going to have a fully developed pointy-eared warship."
The engineering warlocks are giving more empty promises.
This time the Scurvy Clan asked him to rest the elven fleet. They must have been crushed by the elves' gadgets. He knew his compatriots too well, and the engineer warlock had seen the Scurvy Clan's fleet on the dock.
How could those wooden warships, which looked shabby, rickety, and could fall apart at any time, engage in a naval battle with the top talker of the order camp in the world, at least the top talker except the lizard man?
What about victory?
Just as the engineering warlock expected, the white-haired rat indeed saw a glimmer of desire in Bigor's eyes.
But he didn't seem to lose his mind and returned unhurriedly.
"But it also means that we will be directly watched by Nagash when crossing the Nagash Strait, and we will also need to avoid the fleet of pointy-eared things along the way."
Esky was a little disappointed, originally thinking that this guy would be stupid enough to agree.
He had no intention of going to the sea route of the Sea of Fear - Sea of Bitterness - Nagash Strait - Sea of Acid. As long as he entered the great ocean in the southern part of the continent and "with the help of" the power of the storm, he could go to the New World.
The magic of Slan in the New World and the magic of the dark elves can both help him grow quickly.
Now I have nothing to go to the front line to compete with Nagash for magic. Obviously, hitting an egg against a stone is useless.
Under the care of the Scurvy Clan, there is no longer a problem of slave rats escaping, but Nagash has become a new problem.
He clearly remembered that after the Ratmen created the Corrupted Blade, they used the power of the human king Alkadiza, plus the Corrupted Blade, a weapon that was slightly more lethal than Kane's Divine Sword alone.
Only with the full magical power of the Council of Thirteen can they compete with Nagash and kill him, who was weakened by presiding over the ceremony.
Under such circumstances, two members of the Council of Thirteen were killed by Nagash's power a thousand kilometers away due to their confrontation with Nagash's destructive magical power.
Isn't a little engineering warlock looking for death when he goes to Nagashzar?
He remembered the fate of those engineering warlocks, "Nagash stopped the engineering warlocks' spell, and they died after being silent for a while."
Thinking of this, Eski cursed Mosquita again in his heart for giving the order to surrender.
"I agree to travel according to the original route, but you must agree to my request."
Eski held his paw and got closer to Bigor, the guy with a bad tail.
Following the master's movements, the slaves let out a sharp scream, causing Bigor's glands to smell fear for the first time in front of Eski.
"Park the ship at this military port deep in the Badlands, otherwise it will be difficult for us to cooperate in the long term."
However, Eski's threats and the fear in his heart did not seem to sway Bigor, he continued.
"The pointy-eared warships are so big that it is difficult to enter the river to navigate. Only the expanded special canal in front of the port of Skaven Mordu can pass smoothly."
"And if we park the ship on the coast of the Badlands, the pointy-eared things may find the ship and send out a fleet to pursue it. This will be more than worth the loss for my clan. Not to mention, those things in the Badlands can grow on sand.
The green ones came out."
If you think about what Bigor said carefully, it seems to make sense.
In the quiet thinking environment, in addition to the nervous trembling sounds of the slave rats, there was suddenly a faint "water sound".
Turning around, I saw that the slaves were secretly urinating again.
"Forget it, let's go to the port first, load all my belongings on the ship, and then we can discuss this."
"There are at least three horned rat weeks left, I'm not in a hurry."
As if to convince himself again, Esky added at the end.
Two more bells rang, and Eski's property, including slaves, and the people of the Scurvy clan were transferred to two large transport ships.
Of course it's not a so-called pointy-eared ship. Such a precious ship cannot be used to carry cargo.
It is the traditional paddle steamer of the rat people. Under the tireless hard work of the slave rats, the average speed of these paddle steamers can reach eight knots. Although it is not as fast as the pointy-eared sailboat, it is enough.
However, at this time, Eski was not in the same position as his property. He had already boarded the dazzling elf ship in the port.
Having just finished temporarily studying the magic cabin on the bottom floor, Esky remembered what else he wanted to ask.
In the back section of the elf ship, perhaps where some distinguished guests slept, he asked the scribe to call the new head of the Scurvy Clan.
Bigor was busy with his own business and had already returned early. Even so, Brandy Hook would not give him less than he deserved.
Be very careful when dealing with rat people. Rat people are an extremely selfish race. Maybe the daily life of rat people will be like that of a general orderly race. Rat people are as timid as rats, so they can do whatever they want.
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But in fact, if you hurt the Rat Man's self-esteem, then the Rat Man will find ways to kill the person who hurt his self-esteem, including not limited to riots, assassinations, poisoning, and a series of other means.
The self-esteem of a rat man is a very magical thing. Humiliating a rat man will not hurt his self-esteem, but humiliating a rat man in public is another matter.
It's okay to mistreat a rat-man, but it's another matter if the rat-man doesn't get the reward he deserves for his labor.
Therefore, in ordinary clan management, although the daily life between warlords and subordinates is always full of humiliation, assassinations and intrigues, the unspoken rules prevent everyone from easily violating them.
After just continuing to try out a few newly obtained elven magic runes, the new person in charge, Rum, had already arrived.
"Did you catch the pointy-eared thing?"
"have."
After receiving a positive reply, he made his own offer.
"The payment will be paid in food, pointy-eared slaves, pointy-eared books, dwarf book machines, pointy-eared mechanical magic devices, and the like."
"Use dimensional coins as a unit of account."
Rum waved his paw.
"Sir Brandy said early on that books cannot be paid directly to anyone, but the qualifications of the mage's scribes to copy the books can be sold."
"The magic instruments are sold at the port auction. As for the dwarf's machines, Mr. Brandy has also clearly marked the price."
Brandy won't let him take advantage of the loophole. I'm really sorry for the old friend's friendship to help him repair the ship, Eski sighed and said again.
"I remember my reward is one thousand dimensional coins a day, if that's the case. Maybe I should extend the cooperation by some days."
"Forget it, I don't want to make enemies with the Scurvy clan."
"Tell me, what other slaves have pointy ears? I'm going to see them."