The huge building made of stone and wood projects a greenish-white light. Combined with the green light tubes that are scattered on both sides from time to time, the industrial area of the Skrye clan has become the brightest light in the areas of many rat clans. The most complete one.
The buildings connected to each other on both sides are Skull's factories. Factory buildings one after another have been built in the past thousand years with the demise of the blind clan.
The clanking sound of the forging hammer hitting the metal, the grunting sound of the warpstone boiler, and the buzzing sound of electricity have become the main theme here.
In the tight streets, rats were wandering back and forth without even the clothing to cover their bodies.
These are the slave rats of the clan. They are busy taking out the sorted packages one by one. Even the blood marks on their bodies by the overseers cannot stop them from working.
It's not that they love this job, but if they dare to stop, they will be whipped again, so their chances of survival are even lower.
When you are alive, you will eventually have a chance to escape, but when you die, you are really dead.
Rats never take it for granted that becoming a slave is a matter of course. Therefore, no rats have ever found beauty in the life of a slave. There is no need to worry about whether living a rough life will change their nature.
Some of the packaged products are sent to the land transportation center in the eastern part of the magic city and provided to the clan representatives indicated on the order. The other part is transported to the dock in the south and transported by the Scurvy clan by sea to those who are more difficult to contact through the underground network. client.
These products, which no one can tell are part magic and part technology, are the masterpieces of the engineering sorcerers of the Skryre clan.
As the leader of the engineering warlocks and the leader of the entire clan, and the chief engineering warlock of the Skry clan, Mosquita does not enjoy his short life crazily like other clan warlords.
Decorate your room underground with precious wood and the pleasure paraphernalia of hairless monsters? Keeping rare breeding rats ready to mate with you? Let a specially trained chef create amazing food for you?
It's really low-level taste. The chief engineering warlock never disdains those lowly things that the rats who call themselves warlords are crazy about.
Most of his body was replaced by mechanical parts, and his brain became a bionic structure as early as the fourth hundred years.
There is a room with huge transparent glass hanging on the roof of the largest factory building of the Chief Engineer Warlock. It can barely be regarded as his "rat's nest". Mosquita always observes his factory here in his spare time. .
But today, the Chief Engineer Warlock did not have such leisure. A white-haired rat with a height of only over 160 centimeters and obviously not an adult came into his rat nest.
"You are already an engineering warlock at the age of three. Maybe next year you can become a great engineering warlock?"
Unlike other rat-men, Mosquita, who had mechanized his entire body, did not have the nervous excitement of ordinary rat-men. He spoke clearly and slowly, giving the white-haired rats a different sense of oppression.
"Eski Ivo. You also gave this name yourself... You and Alklin..."
The metal head holding various pipelines was raised, as if examining the young white mouse.
"Ar-Arklin Engineer Warlock, jealous-jealous of me-me."
Eski's voice seemed very stiff, and the muscles on his cheeks were trembling, causing his white beard to tremble.
The white rat immediately realized this, which made him even more afraid to look up at the Chief Engineer Warlock.
===
Instance: Mosquita
age:? ? ? age
life value:? ? ?
Magical wind reserves:? ? ?
Armor Strength:? ? ? +263
leadership:? ? ?
Moving speed:? ? ?
Melee attack:? ? ?
Melee defense:? ? ?
Weapon power:? ? ? +394
Charge bonus:? ? ?
Troop range:? ? ?
Ranged kills: 338
Ammo capacity: 1124
Individual characteristics:? ? ?
===
When Eski looked up before, he clearly saw a small but clearly visible panel staying in front of Tin Can Rat.
As a time traveler, he couldn't believe that this was a golden finger that belonged to time travellers.
After all, this is the high-stakes world of medieval Warhammer.
What exactly is this panel? What's the ever-changing thing, or what's the dark thing? Does the Horned Supreme know it? Does Mosquita know it?
Questions like this appeared again in Eski's mind.
Even the names of the Chaos Gods do not dare to come to mind. The white-haired rats are afraid of attracting their attention, so they need to use pronouns to replace them in their thoughts.
These questions come with fear, and the excitement that underlies the fear.
Excited, he recalled the past.
In those days in the breeding pit, these inexplicable emotions were not strong yet, and all his energy was spent fighting with the brown or black rat pups.
Because the Skaven give birth too quickly, all Skaven clans will throw the babies born from their mothers into breeding pits to kill each other.
Only after a certain period of time, intact cubs can be selected by members of the clan.
During that time, the white-haired rat was driven by fear and fought with the pups of the same batch. The panel allowed him to effectively avoid the relatively powerful pups and easily eat the weak pups.
During that time, he didn't have extra time to think about these unnecessary problems.
The days of fear and death threats continued until the big men of the Skryre clan came to the breeding pit, and Esky ushered in a life completely different from other cubs.
An extremely rare white rat. The number of these rats is comparable to those gray rats with horns on their heads.
If he was born into an ordinary small clan and didn't have horns on his head, he might just become one of those parliament guards who had their tongues cut out.
In the Skry clan, the situation is quite different.
Eski was immediately sent to the clan and adopted by the engineer warlock Alklin.
Although it was said to be an adoption, the white-haired rat pups were actually thrown to slave rats who had at least part of their bodies mutilated.
Out of fear of their master, the slave rats did not dare to use their dirty thoughts on their master's adopted son.
The stable environment during this period provided Eski with space to think. It was also from this time that inexplicable emotions and problems began to entangle Eski's thoughts.
"Fear, excitement."
Mosquita's toneless voice came from behind the iron mask, bringing Eski back from his memories to the reality of the Chief Engineering Warlock Factory.
The Chief Engineer Warlock's words were inexplicably ambiguous, but they made the white-haired rat think of the gods he was familiar with in his previous life.
But Mosquita has never been a god, and Esky knows this clearly. At least, Mosquita, a metal head, is not as talented as Ictor's claws.
Thinking of this, Eski fell into fear again. Mosquita didn't know what he was thinking. He looked up at the chief engineer warlock uneasily, but he couldn't see anything unnecessary in those metal structures. thing.
After a while of silence, Mosquita finally made his final decision.
"Your conflict with Alklin hindered the clan's production of frontline supplies and deprived you of all real estate in Skaven Mordor. You yourself will also be included in the next batch of support troops."
The chief engineer warlock mercilessly confiscated most of the white-haired engineer warlock's property and transferred him to the front line. Then, the sound of the metal sounder suddenly increased.
"Do not return to Skaven Mordor until the Necromancer is destroyed."
What about Alclin? No punishment? Just because he is in his forties and I am only three?
For a moment, negative emotions flooded Esky's brain.
The war in the south has lasted for more than fifty years, with Nagash's forces engaged in an endless war of attrition.
He knew very well that the first Hundred Years War would only end with a peace agreement between the two sides, and that only the second war could eliminate Nagash.
In this case, wouldn't it be possible for him to become the "member of the Skryre clan who cannot resist Nagash's magic" mentioned in the original history?
The more he thought about it, the more Eski resented Mosquita.
These thoughts can only be kept in his heart now. It is impossible for him to defeat this powerful engineer and mage who has lived for thousands of years.
The white-haired rat silently excused himself with body language, left the metal room, and stepped onto the metal stairs going downstairs. Esky only felt a chill in the whole province.
Most of his efforts over the past two years have come to nothing.
Looking at Eski's leaving back, Mosquita let out a low laugh under the mask.
Resentment, of course. A genius with a high spirit has been suppressed indiscriminately by the chief engineer warlock. Even the pointy-eared things and human things can't stand this kind of thing, let alone the rats who are full of conspiracy and jealousy. .
But, Rat Man.
Despite the fact that he has lived for thousands of years and remains young forever, the rat people are actually a short-lived race. After reaching adulthood at the age of five, they only have a young adult period of just over four years, and the longest natural life span is no more than four years. to twenty years.
The production of the elixir of life is in his hands, and he has no fear of any genius rat disobeying his orders.
====Separating line====
"Esky Engineer Warlock."
The sharp rat sound vibrated in the dim corridor.
The white-haired engineer warlock looked up. He was a guy with yellow fur. He was wearing a vest made of animal skin. This was probably considered armor?
There is a sharp knife in his hand that is not rusty and polished to a shine. This is a clan rat.
===
Individual: Mokubu
Age: 7 years old
HP: 130
Magical Wind Reserve: 0
Armor Strength: 12
Leadership: 10
Movement speed: 37
Melee Attack: 25
Melee Defense: 27
Weapon Power: 18
Charge bonus: 10
Troop range: ~
Remote killing: ~
Ammunition Capacity: ~
Individual characteristics: Rats are overwhelming in numbers, rats scurrying around holding their heads
===
Esky raised his head and glanced at the panel of the rat in front of him. It seemed that he was a loser. There was greed in his eyes, and he was a loser who had heard some news.
"Go away."
Eski didn't want to communicate with this kind of waste, so he slapped him away and walked straight to his room.
Not far from the Mosquita factory, Eski asked the slave rats to dig a basement for themselves as a living room.
It won't be confiscated for the time being, and Mosquita must be eager to take over his factory.
The white rats returned to their rooms and allowed the slaves who had their limbs amputated, blinded and castrated to lick their well-maintained fur - this was the most useful thing in Skavenmor City, where there was almost no clean water. Efficient bathing.
"Engineer Eski, Engineer Alklin want-to see you."
The high-pitched voice sounded familiar.
Esky looked up and saw that he was still the same loser as before.
Alclin's people?
Boom--boom--
Before he could respond, footsteps came from the side. The familiar sound of banging something was Alclin.
Sure enough, as the slaves licked him, a brown-haired rat man with his head covered in metal appeared. He came to his adopted son holding a metal staff with green electric sparks flashing above it.
"All the efforts of the past few years belong to Mosquita. How do you feel now, my son, if you had given me a little more earlier, at least now you can keep the biggest part."
The engineering warlock Arclin laughed at his son. After transforming his body, he was not as excited as his son.
"The frontline is a very dangerous place, especially for a spellcaster like you. Don't be killed by Nagash, my dear son."
Then there was another burst of high-pitched laughter.
"Are you here just to laugh at m-mine?"
Esky jumped up angrily and excitedly, and the electric light on his right paw flashed.
"Of course not, my dear son. In fact, I need your new forging machine. I know that this thing is not on your real estate."
Alclin said firmly.
"In exchange."
He stamped his staff, and the slaves who heard the sound brought in a baby rat with white fur, which was quite rare, but Eski had no intention of adopting a white-haired rat.
Seeing Esky's suspicious look, Alclin walked behind the young mouse and lifted its tail.
"Is this a female rat? A female rat with white fur?"
It was quite a rare thing, which made Eski's expression become uncertain.
Maybe Alclin really came to make a deal, but it was Alclin who got him to where he is today.
"Yes, my dear son, it will be very useful. If we continue to quarrel, Mosquita will have to take advantage of him again."
The engineering warlock, who also had a metal head, but was obviously simpler than Mosquita, smiled and said to his son.
The values of a special breeder rat and a new technology that can monopolize the market for ten years are obviously not equal, but value has always been a relative concept.
The value of the coffin of a person whose mother has just died is different from that of a person whose mother is still alive.
For Eski, who was going to the front line to fight a long-term war, the value of a special breeding rat was undoubtedly greatly increased.
"I'll take the deal, Alkrin be damned."
The white-haired rat slapped away the metal head that wanted to shake hands with his paw, and started counting bricks along the floor of the room. Suddenly, he stopped.
"What you want is down there, dig it out yourself."
"Okay, my dear son, I still keep your childhood room for you."
