"The great Horned Rat God will eventually come to the mortal world, and the era of rats is coming!"
While Snorri was squatting in the forge, forgetting to eat or sleep, the High Priest of Gray Claw, Klitslik, once again convened the Council of Thirteen in the Rat Wasteland in the Blight Swamp. It had already received the news when the first rune colossus was repaired, and now that a large number of repairs were imminent, the old mouse couldn't sit still.
"Hu, the beard things have been repaired, their big guys have been repaired! Big, big, bigger than a giant."
King Eshin Ye stated the purpose of the meeting in a concise and concise manner. Needless to say, the hatred between the dwarf and mouse families. The day Snorri regained the Southland, the mice felt a faint pressure. It was just their bad nature that caused the fire to burn at the door and they did not want to take care of it. .
"The rat troll is here, it's not enough in front of the colossus, it's not enough! Think about it, think of a way."
The Demon Rat Marshal in the fourth seat answered. He could be said to be the most "war-savvy" rat man, and he knew how terrifying the indestructible stone behemoth was in war. And what it clicked was the eleventh seat sitting directly opposite - Wo Menjin, the beast lord of the Corrupt Clan.
"A way? Maud, of course the Maud clan has a way!"
The Corrupt Clan, also called the Mod Clan, is one of the four great clans and is famous in the underground world for its terrifying biological modification technology. Rat Troll is their best-selling product, affordable and effective.
Their leader, Womenkin, looks somewhat similar to the limb-joint Greg in Elden's Circle. He has been fighting on the front line of scientific research for a long time, and after accepting a large number of latest results, his "mouse content" has become so low that The mouse is unwell.
"You, you, you guys, what's the use of doing that every day? The Twisted Parent is the true form of my god!"
The headquarters of the Corrupt Clan is located in the Hell Pit of the Northern Troll Kingdom. As the name suggests, it is an extremely terrifying dungeon. Legend has it that it is divided into nine floors, each with a beast taming master presiding over it. The more bloody the experiment, the more taboo.
The Lord of the Pack, Womenjin, rarely appears at his seat. Not only is the mountains high and the roads are far away, but more importantly, he questions the leadership of the Gray Prophets. Similar to the Plague Clan in Lustria, the Corruption Clan worship the Horned Rat as a symbol of endless fertility.
"How can I, in this place, allow you to squeak, squeak, and scream!"
The Blood King of the Krizo clan, who was sitting in the seventh seat closest to the door, spoke up. The farther away from the statue of the horned rat code-named Thirteen in the Council of Thirteen, the weaker the strength. Its clan is entrenched in Kislev, which is corrupt. The first goal of the clan's southward expansion has been to seek support from the Demon Rat Wasted City over the years.
"Hmph! We have at least eight, no, ten wonderful formulas. Give me resources, a lot of resources, and we can achieve them!"
"Excellent recipe, haha! The guy from the Broken Tail clan bought some of your new products. Just now, it suddenly exploded into a pile of minced meat right after entering the battlefield. It was still busy cursing you before it died!"
"You, you have a new scar on your face. It's not scratched by a monster out of control again, right?"
The Flesh Lord's rhetoric drew the scorn of the councillors, and the Corrupt Clan's reputation was as bad as in the underworld. This group of lunatics have an endless thirst for biological materials, and the easiest thing to obtain unfortunately is the Skaven themselves - every warlord who deals with them would rather pay a huge fee to have it delivered to their door than go to the pit of hell to pick it up themselves.
"Disintegration cannot be considered a failure... Disintegration! Can scientific research be considered a failure? That is called tortuousness..."
The words that followed were difficult to understand, such as "gene editing" and "rejection reaction", which made all the mice burst into laughter, and the atmosphere inside and outside the parliament was filled with joy.
It's a laugh, but they didn't call the flesh lord Wo Menjin back from the northern wasteland specifically for Yile's sake. Clan Skryre has argued that engineering a weapon capable of fighting the Rune Colossus is unaffordable, and turning to biotechnology is the only option.
"Master Bloxson has been waiting for you for two days! He seems to have something very important."
About a month later, Snorri finished producing a new energy core and walked out of the workshop to get some air with a tired face. The anvil guard guarding the door hesitated but quickly reported to him.
"Blockson? Have you had enough wine and are you ready to start working?" Snorri muttered and walked to his office. Making cores is also a great burden for a demigod.
"Your Majesty, my father passed away five days ago!"
"What? Bullock's longevity is shorter than that of my father. What's going on? Speak slowly."
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Broxon wearing a white scarf on his head and his eyes were red and swollen. The news he told made Snorri couldn't help but narrow his eyes and subconsciously put his hand on the hammer at his waist. The president of the Engineers Guild cooperated deeply with Snorri and had been given an energetic buff for a long time. How could he suddenly die?
"Alas, my father drank three times in a row that day, and wanted to go on to inspect the test site of the Colossus. As a result, alas, he accidentally slipped and fell from the high platform!"
"My condolences! President Bullock has made such a great contribution to our mountains, and he must have a place in the halls of the ancestors and gods. Have you investigated the situation at that time?"
"His Majesty Serentin arrived immediately with his ranger captain, and we investigated together. Huh, it should be an accident."
A few days were far from enough time to heal the pain of losing his father. The talented engineering master couldn't help but shed tears when he talked about his sadness.
"Is the site still protected? I want to take a look and pay my respects to the president."
"Not moving at all, mother said, if you know the news, it must come!"
We boarded the train and rushed to Torrent Pass. This large fortress that was still in a sea of joy when we left was now in mourning. The president of the Engineers Guild was the second most influential dwarf even if he was not the de facto second in command here.
"Please see, this is how the president came over. These tribesmen can testify; after turning this corner, they both said hello to him again."
Although the gray-bearded ranger captain was very confident in his own judgment, he still remained humble in front of the great demigod chosen by the ancestral gods. He summoned all the tribesmen who had come into contact with President Bullock along the way, and tried his best to The scene was recreated.
"Perfect, too perfect, too perfect!"
The more Snorri investigated, the tighter his brows became. He did not believe that there was a real accident, especially if it happened to a key person at a critical time.
With nothing to gain at the moment, Snorri allowed Torrent to unexpectedly close the case. Out of respect and gratitude to Bullock, he took the initiative to serve as one of the four pallbearers during the burial, which made his reputation grow further.
"I think I know what the problem is! The Riptide Pass shouldn't be so clean!"
(End of chapter)
