"In this case, I will give you a happy experience."
Eski looked at the many rats in pain and raised the sword in his hand.
As if taking a walk, he walked up to the Storm Rat with a long sword stuck in his neck. The magic sword gradually dissipated under Esky's touch.
Looking at the twitching rats on the ground, the engineer warlock strolled up to them and held the dagger curled in his tail in his hand.
Lifting the scalps of those rats, blood will flow out from the unresisting heads.
"Dead souls have no value. Your souls cannot rest in peace. They are devoured in the eternal realm of the horned rat. Being born as rat people is already your original sin."
Seeing this appearance of the Rat Man's body, one can not only feel the Rat Man's physical pleasure.
A rat like Eski can still imagine that if his head is cut off, he will look at the blood flowing on the blade as if it will never dry up.
The engineer warlock also understands the current situation.
The desire to kill is getting stronger and stronger. The Klan will not be interested in the spell caster, so it must come from Kane.
But.
We can't do more delicate work, and we can't take out their hearts and sacrifice them to Kane under the watchful eyes of the Gray Prophet.
He carried more than twenty heads and piled them on the ground to form a cushion made of heads.
The Gray Prophet squinted his eyes and looked at everything below. This behavior was indeed similar to a certain type of group recorded in books.
But that kind of group will not favor a mage, especially a rat mage.
But in the second sight, the young engineer warlock just borrowed some magical wind.
That's not unusual.
All rat mages have some knowledge of things other than their own magic.
For example, their Gray Seers will study the stars and related winds of heaven on the high tower.
Forget it, it doesn't matter, even if it was the one who took action, he, a little gray prophet, wouldn't dare to offend.
Otherwise, there will be no explanation for having your head chopped off.
As for reporting to the Prophet Lord? No kidding, the Prophet Lord always likes the governor to solve the problems in the jurisdiction, and his good students who have long wanted to be the Gray Prophet will also support this decision very much.
On the skull base, the figure of the engineering warlock looks quite thin.
Previously, Eski, who would only reach adulthood in two years, was only 1.6 meters tall, which could not arouse the fear of even the clan rats.
But it is this engineering warlock and the head under his tail that make many rats afraid to enter.
Time passed little by little, and until the bell on the tower rang, no new challenger entered.
The round table of the parliament on the high platform is filled with stacks of papers.
While Eski's duel ceremony was going on, the congressmen were not idle, rushing to pass possible bills.
Although this approach makes the great engineering warlock look very ugly.
"As for the task of conquering the human tribe in area N36, leave it to the engineering warlocks of the Skry clan."
This is the 11th Councilor, Nogloost, the commander in charge of frontline operations. Since his clan is just a warlord clan, his rank is not too high.
The target of Nogloost's words was directed at the great engineering warlock in the first seat. Looking at Trab's unkind expression, he continued.
"It just so happens that the Skryre clan also needs industrial raw materials there."
The warlord's red eyes stared closely at Trabb's artificial "green eyes", which were the lenses of the observer, but there was no way to see the great engineer's emotions from behind.
He didn't mean to observe these freaks, it was just a personal habit.
However, this feeling is the same as the cold feeling brought to him by the sword and shield.
In a daze, the engineer warlock said in a voice that had almost no emotional changes and even lacked the rat-man's unique refrain, as if he was making a statement rather than responding.
"The Skryre clan only provides combat support. This is decided by the Thirteen-person Council. We should not be responsible for frontal combat."
Nogloost narrowed his scarlet eyes, and a bright red light appeared from them, and then refracted towards the 13th seat sitting at the head, which is the Gray Prophet Staden.
The previous temptations were based on the attitude of the Gray Prophet.
But now, the Gray Prophet said nothing, and continued to look at the various details on the bill as if nothing at the round table had anything to do with him, and from time to time he would take a puff of dimensional stone snuff.
There was no other way. Nogloost had already opened his mouth. He turned around and said to Trabb again.
"Maintaining the front line and maintaining the offensive against Cripple Peak has occupied most of the troops. Shouldn't the engineer warlocks in the rear contribute to the Horned Rat?"
The Great Engineer Warlock stopped talking. After the Engineer Warlock was killed on the battlefield, Scully was alone in the camp council.
A clan leader who is loyal to Skulli, plus the great engineering warlock himself, only have two votes, and the Gray Prophet now has four votes. For reasons of faith, the advantage of attracting other votes is greater than that of Skulli.
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Previously, it was because of this that we were not allowed to send troops to fight the war in parts of the northern part of Nagashzar.
The great engineering warlock has lost nearly a thousand elite men, not to mention the cannon fodder. Even the great engineering warlock is heartbroken enough.
The legacies of other engineering warlocks that were swallowed before are almost half consumed.
The meeting is now held, and because the Great Engineer Warlock wants to replenish his clan, he cannot raise objections.
The other eleven bastards won’t be able to defect until tomorrow.
As the meeting continued, a long time passed below.
The tail under the skull of the engineering warlock has begun to slap the ground and the flesh of the heads with great impatience. However, these dead things obviously cannot bring Eski the response of living things.
The imitation Screaming Bell seems to be ringing soon.
The parliament above was still chattering, chattering vaguely about something.
This irritating noise forced Eski to temporarily block his ears with magic to slightly reduce the irritability in his heart.
But, hasn’t the time come yet?
On the round table, the Gray Prophet was still reading what he was holding.
Suddenly, as if he noticed something, he raised his head and looked at the servant serving on the left.
The slave rat, which was well taken care of, had soft hair, and tasted tender meat, was holding a tray in front of him, and on it was a green funnel with a faint fluorescent color.
Among them, there is no gravel left at all.
This means that the engineering warlock has completed most of the ritual.
"Congratulations, Trabb."
The Gray Prophet stood up, looked at the Great Engineer Warlock, and said.
"If there is no challenger in the next eleven Horned Rats, the position of the 7th Councilor will belong to Skuri."
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===Sorry, I haven’t finished writing. It’s been a long time. It’s been three days. I still have 2,000 words left. I’ll write it during the day tomorrow.