After another two days of sailing, according to Orilon's magic navigation, Eski and his party have arrived at the mouth of the river where they entered the Skaven military port. The port is not far ahead.
The souls of the elves on the ship are already in the hands of the engineering warlocks. Except for the followers of Slaanesh who are imprisoned in cages, the elves on the ship have gained their freedom.
Eski looked boredly at the green spaces on both sides of the river and the desert in the distance. These same scenes made him feel more boring than the scenes on the sea.
At least the magical wind above the ocean is still colorful, but here, even the magical wind is the same.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of two tall elves. The white-haired rat continued to spread its body on the side of the ship. At least this place had been affected by runes and could stay cold.
"The damage to the runes on the ship has been repaired, but does it really not matter that there are still branches and leaves on the mast?"
The engineer warlock pointed to his red eyes with some despair, even though his eyes were originally red.
"Stop talking nonsense, where is your port? We have been sailing in the river at a speed of thirty-six knots for almost a day. If we go back, we will be stranded even if the buoyancy array is operating to the limit." p>
The witch's words made the engineering warlock glance at the waterline below, which was clearly in harmony with the tonnage of the ship, and then continued to collapse.
"Just keep walking along the river. The ruins where the boat can no longer walk should be there. We arrived more than ten days earlier than planned."
The white-haired rat said, looking up at the bow of the ship.
"Ah, isn't that right?"
Following Eski's finger, a large city built like ruins emerged from behind the small sand dune. However, it was not what Eski had imagined. It didn't look like it was holding nothing.
The ruins of one person.
A large city wall made of sand surrounded the port tightly, and it was filled with clan rats wearing rust-free armor.
It seems that the Skaven's need for covert work and technology are not what they were thousands of years later.
The yellow color of the sandy city wall really doesn't match the style of the rat people at all, especially the cloudless sky in the desert, which makes the rat people accustomed to living in a dark environment uncomfortable.
"Under the city wall."
The witch said, pointing to the city in the distance.
Esky pulled down the strap of the observer on his forehead and turned the magnification knob all the way.
Under the city wall in the distance, pairs of slave rats are throwing something down, seeming to be cultivating... cultivating something?
What can be cultivated in the desert? Complaining, Esky found a large mushroom field near the city wall...
"Why did I build this city wall? Don't we have an underground passage? It turned out to be for the greenskins."
Esky opened his mouth and laughed loudly and sharply.
This caused the elves to glare angrily, this rat man was really making a noise.
"There are as many green-skinned things in the desert as sand, but they still need to be cultivated."
The engineer warlock said, wiping the tears from his laughter and feeling the weak growth of the chaotic energy in his body.
This kind of bad ridicule is really the best food for the horned rat.
The Schachtnir—the name of the ship that Eski had just learned from the elves not long ago—sailed toward the simple dock that was only two meters deep, causing a lot of excitement on the dock.
When the ship came to a complete stop and sank into the pier, a clan rat squad of fifty people stood ready on the simple pier, forming a standard sword-and-shield phalanx, with great intentions of starting a war.
"Hey, what are you doing."
The engineering warlock took out his staff, jumped up, and jumped onto the dock. The pink flesh pads on his feet made the wood creak loudly.
"I am an engineering warlock from the Skry clan. Do you guys want to die?"
The shield formation of the clan rats continued to retreat as the engineer warlock advanced, and they stared at the engineer warlock's staff and feet with vigilance.
The green light blooming from the staff can kill all of them, and the white claws with pink flesh pads can stamp out cracks in the ground that can swallow thousands of armies.
The white-haired rat man, the standard engineering warlock equipment, looks like one of our own.
The clan rats looked at the "enemy" ahead with suspicion.
Soon, a yellow-haired rat man holding something that looked like a hardcover book and wearing gold-rimmed glasses ran out, leaned over in front of the engineering warlock, and smiled flatteringly.
"Sorry, engineers, they have never seen such a big ship, and it is still in this style."
Looking at the opened "book" in his hand, the engineering warlock discovered that it was a record book that recorded what ships were coming and going in the port.
The white-haired rat immediately put on a displeased expression and said to the rat-like eyes.
"I remember that the warlord appointed by the parliament personally took over this place. What are you registering here? Are you collecting taxes?"
"Of course, I'm not an engineering warlock. It's just that the dock's resources are limited and sometimes it needs to be scheduled."
The mouse with yellow-haired eyes continued to smile flatteringly, and followed the footsteps of the white-haired engineering warlock as he approached the Shakhtnir. His sharp eyes spotted the elves on the ship in the distance, and said to the engineering warlock.
"Is that a pointy-eared thing?"
He asked that in his short life as a rat, he had never seen a Skaven coexisting peacefully with elves, especially since these elves did not have any restraint equipment.
"This is my slave. Do you want to question the great engineer?"
Eski showed a male elf's soul cage in his hand. Huang Mao immediately backed away in fear. It could imprison the soul. He had never heard of such an evil spell.
If the ratmen in the upper echelons had such a spell, wouldn't it mean that they would never be able to rebel? It would be better to die.
After recording something in the notebook that Eski couldn't understand at all, it looked like something written blindly. The Spectacled Rat respectfully stepped aside and gestured to the clan rats that had loosened their formation to leave.
"That's no problem, but for the sake of the engineer warlock not to conflict with the lord, please don't let her cause trouble."
====Separating line===
The matter on the dock was settled quickly.
The engineer warlock ordered the elves to continue to stay on the ship to perform ship maintenance to avoid inexplicable attrition in the city. As for the clan rats of the scurvy clan, Esky believed that they had rich experience and would not be taken into account.<
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With the witch, the witch spirit and the female mouse, Esky quickly and skillfully found the local restaurant that hosted the big shots.
In order to save their own lives, the slave rat chefs who belong to various warlords in the restaurant have always been able to make good food.
Sitting in a restaurant that can only be regarded as a low-class place in the eyes of elves, the witches and wizards all showed obvious disgust. Both the undecorated oak floor and the table made them feel a sense of despicableness. p>
However, when the first dish was presented to the table, the elf was still stunned.
There was a creamy yellow soup in the big basin. There were many mushrooms floating in the soup, and it smelled like garlic.
There is a green head in the middle with a sad face and a green head connected to half of his body.
"Mushroom stewed snot essence."
Esky shrugged, cut off Snotlout's ears with a knife and fork, and fed them into his mouth.
These pointed green ears are still chewy even after it seems to have been stewed for a long time. If you taste them carefully, they also have a strong mushroom flavor.
“It tastes pretty good.”
The engineering warlock gave a relatively pertinent comment.
And the elves...
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They looked at what Esky did, shocked and confused.
The second dish was served, a piece of red meat that had been cut and had burnt layers on both sides. It looked like some kind of muscular breast meat. Maybe this thing is edible?
Wu Ling swallowed and stared into the engineering warlock's scarlet eyes.
"The green boy's breast steak tastes pretty good, and it also allows us to become stronger. Do you want to try it? Seeing you eating vegetarian food all day long makes me feel tired."
The engineering warlock's explanation made Hecate's urge to salivate disappear immediately. Greenskin... She had seen that kind of dirty thing from a distance...
"Even if I can accept eating the flesh of other lower creatures, green-skinned ones are exempt."
Wu Ling pushed the plate containing the steak, and Esky cut it directly and fed it to the little female mouse in his arms.
"Forget it, my dear Elizabeth, eat more, Beast Boy's meat will make you stronger."
The temper of the white female rat made Eski particularly reassured. Before the engineer warlock could continue to cut off a piece of meat, she rushed directly to the table and devoured the green-skinned steak.
Seeing that the female mouse didn't speak at all and just ate with her head down, the witch asked.
"Can she understand what you are saying?"
"At this size, he must have just been taken out of the breeding pit. How can he understand it? I learned to speak rat language when I was over a year old."
The engineering warlock said, pinching the female rat who was resisting and struggling and not wanting to stop eating, and opened her mouth.
There are only a dozen teeth, and there are still many gaps between the molars and canines. It is indeed very young.
The slave rats served the third dish. At this time, there was a sudden noise outside the table.
Something was thrown to the ground.
The engineer warlock took a closer look and saw that it was a storm rat with black fur. He was wearing metal armor decorated with various skulls, and he also had a green-lighting tail blade on his tail.
At this time, the Storm Rat had a green sharp knife stuck in his neck, and the other Storm Rat was about to pick it up.
It seems that another storm rat killed him. When the storm rat took away the bag in the deceased's hand, he also took off the deceased's armor and weapons.
"Eat the food, don't worry about it, it's daily life for Skaven."
As Esky said this, he pushed the freshly served vegan mushroom stew toward the two elves.
Of course it's vegan, Esky won't tell them that green skin is grown from this thing.
In this era, the dark elves who have not yet had brains brought green skins to the New World in an attempt to train them as slaves. Probably they did not know the specific ecology of green skins.
The witch stared at the stewed mushrooms on the plate. The white viscous soup mixed perfectly with the mushrooms. It was this mushroom. It was obviously a large mushroom cut into small pieces.
They each put it on a plate and took a bite.
It’s not much worse than the food of elves.
Orillon's eyes continued to look at the place where the incident happened.
The slave rats in the store actually gathered around the body of the deceased.
The rat, who had been stabbed in the back and stripped of all his property, was now slaughtered on the spot by the slave rat clerk in the store, and the meat was directly sent to the table of a distinguished guest to be made into the freshest dishes.
Orilon couldn't help but ask.
"You rats, do you always behave like this?"
It’s not that she has a good heart. As a Druchi, she is of course very vicious. She has done things like cutting out the tongues of innocent boys and then castrating them.
But rat people are social and eager to carve up everything belonging to their companions...
"As natural as breathing, this is what God wants. Of course, it is also the ideology of race that creates God's ideology."
Eski spoke quietly, of course he knew how bad his race was.
But, sure enough, as an engineering warlock, all he can feel is this kind of badness.
"Why don't they even dare to get close to you because you are known to be sinister?"
Wu Ling raised a new question.
When she followed Eski in the city just now, she paid special attention to the fact that no rat man dared to approach Eski, as if he had a terrible reputation here.
"Of course not, dear pointy-eared things, it's because of you."
Esky sneered and pointed at the two mushroom-eating elves.
"In our society, there is no such thing as loyalty, and you are incredibly close to me, and you are obedient without backstabbing. Of course they will not cause trouble for me who has loyal bodyguards."
As he said that, the engineer warlock felt suddenly hungry in his belly. It seemed that the rat man's metabolic cycle had arrived again. He quickly lowered his head and ate the mushroom stewed snot.
Eski said vaguely as he pulled the green meat that had been stewed until it was tender.
"Hurry up and finish eating. I have to find a piece of land, and then I have to replenish the ship."
===Separating line===
Dozens of minutes later, in a corner of the dungeon, in front of a garbage dump filled with all kinds of strange things, Eski and the elf were questioning a rat-man with big glasses fixed by a belt.
In front of him, there were already several corpses of rat men.
"Has any territory in the dungeon been vacated? There should be some clans on the front line that have been destroyed."
The engineering warlock said that he knew that these guys who collect strange items are responsible for trading with people with various strange needs. Their information is the best that Esky knows.
"Why should I tell you."
"Maybe because I can kill you?"
Eski put his halberd against his neck and said again.
"Or you can get a small piece of warpstone."
As he spoke, a dimension stone less than a quarter of the size of a dimension coin appeared on Eski's left paw.