The stinky face of the engineering warlock and the tail that kept slapping the ground told the wizarding spirit the mood of the white-haired rat.
"None of your business, pointy-eared old lady."
The corner of Wu Ling's mouth twitched. Although she had begun to curse the most poisonous white-haired mouse in her heart, on the surface, she immediately adjusted her demeanor and said with a calm expression.
"Anyway, I need you to teach me rat language."
The engineer warlock turned around in surprise.
"Interesting, you actually want to learn such a chirping language?"
It's really strange that the elves would one day let go of their ridiculous arrogance and self-esteem - although the latter should have been annihilated when the wizard ate the roasted aberration.
However, there is still room for shock among the engineering warlocks.
Scarlet eyes wandered around for a while, and Esky responded.
"Do you know Heliben?"
The witch spirit frowned and asked an inexplicable question. Heliben, any witch spirit knows it. The most beautiful witch spirit, Moras is even more beautiful than the first Kane's bride. Now
The newly promoted leader of the witch spirits.
Is the white mouse interested in her?
"Knowing."
Wu Ling replied, with an extremely serious expression on his face as he continued.
"Not familiar. She is the leader, and I am just a low-level wizard."
"Okay, let me teach you. Let's learn the characters first. This is pronounced 'Que'."
Esky pointed to an anchor-like symbol made of claw marks, and then drew a vertical line on it.
"This is pronounced 'Queek'."
"Wait a minute, how do you learn a language? What about vowel and consonant symbols?"
"It's so troublesome, clerk, come and get a clerk and give her a literacy textbook."
Druzil switched to rat language, and another rat with glasses similar to Mobrier appeared.
This kind of book-copying thing will always exist in every clan. Whether it is a warlord or a spell caster, they all need the nourishment of books.
The book-copying thing heard the engineering warlock's order, returned to the car where he came from, and pulled out a book. Although it was yellowed, the whole book looked smoother than any other copying thing.
The glowing green ink above wrote "Queekish Three Editions" in Skaven.
As for why the literacy textbook is called Jilu, this involves the origin of many characters of the rat people - a large number of unknown and brand-new characters that only exist in the oracles left by the horned rat.
This kind of writing requires professional interpretation by the Gray Seer to determine how to pronounce the word and what it means.
This also leads to the fact that the language of the rat people has special phonetic characters, and at the same time, it also has special ideographic characters similar to hieroglyphics.
"The vowels include Qi, Qee, Ji, Jee..."
Esky opened the first page of the book and explained to the elf the vowels and consonants of the phonetic characters and the special syllables at the fastest speed possible for the teachers in the classroom.
"These words here are oracular words, and their meanings have special annotations. Which gray prophet translated them. Of course, you haven't learned the vocabulary yet, so you don't need to learn it now."
At this point, Eski stopped.
A thing that looked like a messenger appeared in front of him.
As if he was holding his own, he slowly walked to the path that Eski's team must pass.
That clan, no, the slave rat's arm was branded with the symbol of the Model clan. This branding symbol is unique to slaves.
To actually send a slave as a messenger, is this an insult to the Skry clan?
Eski sneered in his heart and spoke before the slave.
"I know what you want to say. Model's people and conspiracy calculations will not yield good results in the end. Everything that involves core interests can only be exchanged for blood."
"Master Engineer Warlock, my master, invites you to visit the Model clan's new settlement."
The slave rat seemed to have not heard what Esky had just said, and finished the sentence elegantly and mechanically.
This rigid approach made Eski feel a little chilly for no reason.
A little away from the slave rats, Esky made sure that he was covered by other slave rats before speaking again.
"No need, you can pass my words to your master. If you want to seize the share of the Skry clan, let him prepare for rivers of blood and mountains of corpses."
Model's slave said nothing more, nodded, and walked away leisurely.
On the way back, thinking back to his response just now, the engineer warlock felt inexplicably regretful.
He suddenly thought that the Skary clan was the Skry clan, and he was himself.
There is no need to go to this extent to safeguard the interests of the Skry clan, although the current interests of the Skry clan are part of their own interests.
But why not first listen to what the Model people have to say.
Just as the engineering warlock was thinking about this, a sound of breaking through the air suddenly appeared.
The engineer warlock frowned, Assassin? But it’s too slow.
He raised his hand and grabbed a stretched out bony arm. On the claw was a delicate dagger, which was stabbing the engineering warlock in the neck just now.
With a force, Eski lifted the attacker in front of his eyes. It was a slave rat.
Looking at the messy brands on his body and the simple breastplate he was equipped with, Esky was sure that he was one of the thousand servants who set out with him.
The dagger in his hand is very delicate and not something a slave like this should hold.
Due to the large piece of dimensional stone on the dagger and the faintly detectable magical fluctuations, the engineer warlock did not dare to touch this weapon easily, at least not until its function was clearly analyzed.
After squeezing the slave's hand and throwing the dagger aside, the engineer warlock turned his attention back to the slave rat.
The slave rat's eyes were full of hatred, and its blood-red eyes seemed to be burning.
Esky sneered and patted his face again.
"You were a slave before, so you don't understand why you are still a slave after you rebelled?"
Although Esky doesn't know much about this guy, he almost knows that he participated in the slave rat uprising, or to put it more awkwardly, the slave rat riot.
Despite the risk and labor, he is still a slave rat under the new system.
"Of course this is because you don't have any ability, even if you can lead ten, no, five rats."
Eski patted his cheek, forced an ugly smile, and said.
"Of course, it is the evil nature of our clan to want treatment from above despite being capable at the bottom."
"However, the Horned Rat is great. It uses evil rulers to punish evil people. I am the blessing for you damn slaves."
After speaking, without any hesitation, the engineering warlock's right paw scratched the blood vessel on the neck of the slave rat, and blood sprayed on the edge of the cave, attracting licks from a large group of rats.
"Have you asked clearly who sent the assassin?"
Wu Ling asked curiously, even putting down the literacy textbook in his hand.
"It's not necessary. If it's the Model clan, it won't hinder anything between me and them. If it's not, there's no need to take care of it. The cost is too high."