This parliament did not turn out to be an intense debate competition as Eski had imagined.
It's just a mechanical process - the secretary distributes the bills that need to be passed, and then the thirteen members vote.
Perhaps out of concern for the Gray Prophet's emotions, everyone at the meeting went about their work in silence.
The "Frontline Military Industry Promotion Act" was also passed in a silent vote, with 8 votes in favor and 5 votes against.
At the same time, the Slippery Clan's bill on improving logistics channels and the warlord clan's bill on strengthening military construction were passed.
For the latter two bills, under the hint of the great engineer, Eski also voted in favor.
Obviously, the Great Engineer Warlock of Trabb has some kind of deal with those clans.
Considering that not all clans voted in favor of the passage of the "Frontline Military Industry Promotion Act," these transactions should have something other than political transactions.
Just like the things Ikrit gave to Eski.
What did Trabb get? Esky looked at the great engineering warlock in red robes. Under the scarlet eyes of the great engineering warlock, he seemed to be able to see greed visible to the naked eye.
The bells of the screaming bell resounded in the parliament hall. As each bill was rejected and passed, the meeting in the hall had been going on for a long time.
Even Eski felt a little tired.
As the Gray Seer glanced uncertainly at a member of the House of Representatives, the meeting ended quickly, taking less than two Horned Rat hours.
Everyone in the council hall quickly left in such a strange atmosphere, leaving only the Gray Prophet and the slaves behind.
"The daily life of the parliament is like this. Basically, there is only one morning's work at most."
On the way back to the Scully Industrial Area, Trabb suddenly said that he could see Eski's confusion about this meeting.
"Most of the games are played before the meeting. When the meeting begins, the dust has already settled. Yours was an accident. You only got into the game on the same day, and there was no opportunity for prior trading."
After saying that, the great engineer warlock sat on the sedan carried by the slave rats, closing his eyes and concentrating, as if he only woke up to answer Eski's doubts.
Eski glanced at Trabb and tightened his grip on the staff.
The entire Storm Book Camp is walking forward from his side, there is no need to be afraid of Trabu.
"Eski, I have seen all these things he gave you."
Suddenly, the great engineer Trabb said. He was sitting on the slave rat sedan and glanced at the storm rat camp aside.
"Ikrit has bet all his savings on this battlefield. I think you are not such an irrational person."
The white-haired engineer warlock didn't look at him and walked back.
"No matter what, the Skryre clan needs the warpstone under that mountain."
"That means you have to side with Ikrit."
A chaotic energy belonging to the Great Engineer Warlock began to stir, colliding with tiny electric lights in the air.
"I also need those six thousand soldiers."
After saying that, Eski's scarlet eyes met the Great Engineer Warlock, and at the same time, he leaned towards the direction of the Storm Rat Camp who was following him.
It is completely unknown what kind of combat ability the Grand Engineer Warlock has. It is really good to have the Storm Rat as a human shield.
Eski thought.
It’s just...
The engineering warlock glanced at the black-furred rats marching silently around him, all over 1.75 meters tall.
Stormvermin are a very precious resource in the underground empire, and many small warlord clans and even a platoon cannot gather them together.
The old warlord Ikrit directly gave him a battalion with a full strength of 507 men.
Even for a person like Ikrit, he may have accumulated a lot of wealth in the past few decades, but he only has three or four such Storm Rat camps at most.
What on earth is this for?
"Okay, okay, Eski, you have made your choice. I don't want the news of the internal war in the front line to reach the Chief Engineer Warlock's ears."
Trabb said slowly.
"You are not willing to give out even the dregs of the benefits you got from the parliament."
The white-haired rat spread his right paw and said again.
"After that, you want me to attack the human tribes on the ground. Do you want me to be treated as a scapegoat and thank you?"
"I have given you three factories and the fee to enter the parliament. Do you know how much that is your total net worth?!"
Trabb's veins popped out and could be seen even through his fur.
"Of course I will not forget it, so I will complete all the tasks you gave me. But you should also know how much I have earned for you."
After saying that, under the cover of the Storm Rats, Esky quickly evacuated towards his factory.
Surrounded by a group of black-haired rats, the engineering warlock entered the already very hot factory area.
This place has become a completely different scene from a few days ago.
Simple defensive offensives made of cheap, bone materials were launched around three factories that were about two blocks in size.
And around the factory, there are a lot of dirty tents made of brown rat skin. This is a smelly military camp where six thousand rats live.
Surrounded by these things, even the great engineering warlock will not come to Esky casually.
And inside the factory, he met an unexpected person... Ikrit had arrived.
In the forge that doubles as Eski's room and a human prison, the old warlord is sitting next to a round table that was moved by a slave rat who didn't know when.
Eski looked at the old warlord who had been cleansed, and his heart was filled with thoughts.
These so-called soldiers who guarded him would not stop his former master at all... This situation made the engineering warlock even more uneasy.
Ikrit waved, and the slave rat came up carrying a porcelain plate.
After picking up the wine glass on the plate, Esky noticed that there were several other guys present who looked better than ordinary rats.
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"My old friend, the great Gray Prophet, Versky."
Ikrit took Eski's paw, led Eski to a rat who was taller than him, and introduced him.
The arrogant gray-haired rat, wearing a robe made of gray rat fur and holding a black liquid in a glass, stared arrogantly at the underage white-haired mage from another system in front of him.
Putting his hands behind his back and holding the staff tightly, it shows that the junior in front of him is a real Skaven. No matter who he is, he is ready to fall out at any time.
However, this poses no threat to Gray Prophet Wersky.
On his head is a huge and curved horn like an argali, which already shows that he is also a leader among the group of gray prophets - the rats believe that the more favor the horned rat has, the more the gray prophet will wear on his head.
The angles will be larger, more numerous and more curved.
Eski's eyes were fixed on the Gray Prophet's clothes. It was an embroidery that used complex embroidery techniques and only used gray as a color, but it showed layers of patterns on the Gray Prophet's clothes.
This person didn’t know how many Gray Prophet apprentices he had persecuted before he could gather so much gray rat wool to make his clothes.
"This is Sirik, an ally of Gray Prophet Verski."
Ikrit walked over and continued the introduction.
He was wearing a full-body armor in the traditional style of a warlord, but his protruding belly made him look like he was not capable of fighting.
"This is the betrayer, Erica."
A rat who is completely hidden in a black robe can't even smell the scent of a rat, as if he is just a garbage dump in the surrounding environment.
This thing? How does it look like a member of the Essin clan?
Eski's eyes stayed on him for a long time before moving away - Ikrit had already raised his glass to everyone.
Iklit, Versky, Eski, and Eshiriga held up glasses, but one of them was very eye-catching, and Sirik held up a cup made of gold.
Esky's eyes were locked on that unique guy.
Gold is not a good thing in the rat society.
Due to its almost unchanging nature, everyone who is vaguely hostile to the Order has a natural aversion to gold.
In Skaven City, gold can only be found in the garbage dumps of garbage merchants, or briefly appear in Skary's factories.
This Mr. Sirik could only have been born in a remote area far away from the influence of Skaven City, and his aesthetics may have even been influenced by the order race.
"Also, what I need to introduce is the great engineering warlock, Vitrik."
Only then did Eski notice that there was a rat, a fellow traveler, standing behind him.
The person in Skry is not only himself...but also a great engineering warlock, who is not an acquaintance of Skaven City.
If there is a great engineering warlock, Iklit will still share the benefits with him? The answer must be no, but why do so many soldiers need to be dispatched for his use?
Or, we can now find a way to get rid of this colleague, so that he can ensure the benefits distributed in the coup.
However, this is a great engineering warlock, and Eski simply doesn’t know if he can beat a great engineering warlock who basically has his own unique skills, let alone without affecting the overall situation.
"The Great Engineer Warlock has modified his body, so he cannot drink alcohol."
Ikrit opened his mouth and said.
However, Eski was not thinking about this kind of thing.
Seeing Eski like this, the old warlord shrugged and raised his glass to everyone else again.
"My report will be sent to the Prophet Lord Kritislik in one month."
The Gray Prophet suddenly spoke and began to discuss business.
"When will we do it?"
"I don't like to leave any consequences."
Ikrit replied, and he turned to the so-called rebel leader whose figure was hidden under the black robe.
"Is there a way for Gray Prophet Staden to personally command an attack on the Stickman Monster? Now that I have robbed him of his reputation, he must be very eager to take it all back."
"How about releasing the news that Gray Prophet Werski is coming, if he gets two pressures."
The defector asked.
"Then he will probably have to run all the way back to the Magic City."
"In other words, we should not only allow him to return to the Magic City, but also allow him to die heroically in the battle with the Stickman Monster."
The betrayer, Eshiliga, held up the wine glass with his claws hidden under his black robe and put the black liquid into his throat. He wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Eski.
"What's the current situation of Nagash?" This is the white-haired engineering warlock asking the old warlord.
Since he returned underground early, he did not know the details of the subsequent battle with the Nagash army.
"A large number of Stickman's skeletons were burned in the killing cave. We took this opportunity to take back the eighth mining area. Now he is still in a stalemate with us."
When it came to this topic, Ikrit's eyes became serious, and he stood up and said it to the other rats.
"Although we can use tactics to kill those skeletons and flesh-eating monsters, the stickman's combat power is a bit too strong. Even I can only fight him twice. If the battle lasts for more than three minutes, I will definitely die." "If Staden knows the specific combat power of Nagash, he will definitely not take the initiative to attack. Unless we make him think that there is no Nagash there, or he is determined to eat Nagash for some reason."
Wilsky suggested.
The chaotic energy moved slightly, and a green terrain model appeared in front of the Gray Prophet. He pointed to a location between Cripple Peak and the mountain where the underground fortress was located, and the Gray Prophet continued.
"Let's use the killing hole between the eighth and sixth mining areas. It can lead to the surrounding mountains, right? We first send a group of troops to lure Nagash and make Nagash think that we have set up heavy troops here...
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"This is what happens after that. When Staden's troops, no, Nagash will definitely kill the mages first. After Staden and Nagash fight, we will send them a warpstone bomb. The warpstone bomb is huge.
The energy and secondary damage are enough to hurt Nagash."
Esky suddenly interrupted.
"That thing can either be thrown with a trebuchet or by hand."
When Vitrick said this, he glanced at the great engineering warlock who had never spoken.
"I made a more efficient launch method."
Eski Road.
"But it is very troublesome to make. It must be made manually by engineering warlocks. Slave rats cannot do it. At the same time, it can only be done manually by engineering warlocks."
The engineer warlock remembered the thing that almost exploded last time.
It directly disabled one of his arms. Fortunately, the magic of the wind of life can cure it. If he had learned those magics before, he would have been unable to do anything at all.
"A large piece of pure dimensional stone, enchanted with reinforced refractory crucible, cobalt ore, manganese ore, nickel ore, and chromium ore."
Eski turned to the old warlord and suggested that although many of the things he said were completely incomprehensible to the old warlord.
"There is also an unlimited amount of steel, gold, silver and copper. I mean, calculated in tons. In this way, I can make weapons for the special attack on Nagash. We can try to choose a burial place for the Gray Prophet and put Nagash
Execution in Gash."
"I have to remind you that desensitizing the dimensional stone bomb is not easy to do. I don't want the underground fortress to be destroyed by your bomb first."
The Great Engineer Warlock finally spoke, but Esky just grinned, revealing a pair of sharp white fangs.
"That's why engineering warlocks are needed. If you build a temporary reinforcement array before launching, you can minimize the risk of bombing."
The great engineering warlock fell silent. He knew that Esky was referring to the kind of magic circle that does not consider the loss of energy or the long-term at all, and can produce miracles with great force.
This also means that before the cannonball is fired, the engineer warlock must continue to function for the magic circle.
"But there are still risks, especially the death of an engineer."
Vitrik said that he was very dissatisfied with this weapon.
The high risk of weapons is not a problem, as long as there are scapegoats like slaves to operate them.
But this kind of thing can only be operated by engineering warlocks... let's forget it.