The loyalty of the witch spirit? Eski gave up on the illusion.
Skaven are not loyal people, and dark elves are also known for their intrigues and cruel murders. It is better not to dream about expecting the loyalty of the best among them - Kane's bride.
The remaining six people made Esky feel at ease.
"And these three, it seems that you are all followers of the Dark Prince."
After the impact of chaotic energy just now, the skin of these three people has obviously changed color. Except for the skin of the previous one that has become better, the skin of the other two has begun to glow with a light purple color.
The white one and the purple one seemed to have no desire to resist, but there were blood marks on their hands from struggling with their compatriots.
Is it because you enjoy the process? Or do you simply not want to appear unsociable?
The male elf with lavender skin raised his head and looked at Eski.
Individual: Rako
Age: 36 years old
HP: 246
Magic Wind Reserve: 3
Armor Strength: 0
Leadership: 30
Movement speed: 60
Melee Attack: 0 (72)
Melee Defense: 0 (6)
Weapon Power: 0 (72)
Charge bonus: 48
Troop range: ~
Remote killing: ~
Ammunition Capacity: ~
Individual characteristics: Dreaming, Disciple of Slaanesh, Corruption of Slaanesh, Achievements in Killing
The Slaanesh believer, whose body had mutated, stretched out his long and bifurcated tongue. He looked at Esky greedily. Saliva dripped from the long and flexible tongue, dragging a few silver threads.
"Hmph, the Dark Prince's lackey, I finally realized that everything is part of fate."
It's really interesting to be such a young elf and become a follower of Slaanesh, though.
"Crucio"
The weakened version of dimensional lightning struck the body of the Slaanesh believer, but he did not suffer as much as the shaman who had been tortured before. It seemed that his tolerance had exceeded that of ordinary mortals.
After looking at the other person for a while, he saw his trembling face.
Esky's mouth twitched in disgust.
"Isn't this just boring to you?"
As he spoke, he increased the intensity of the current.
The other person's tremors became more intense.
The engineering warlock stopped his spells speechlessly, and then really killed this thing.
The followers of Slaanesh are the weird ones among the followers of the four gods. It is relatively easy to kill them and torture them because they think that beating and being beaten, killing and being killed is a happy enough thing.
Therefore, when faced with a situation that they cannot handle, many believers will lie down and let others manipulate them.
This does lead to a question, is there any way to benefit from the followers of Slaanesh?
Should we peel off their skins and sell them?
Obviously he hopes to get something from them.
While he was thinking about it, he heard the Slaanesh believer begin to use his softer voice.
"I'll give you the spell, you go ahead."
"WTF?"
The engineer's eyes widened.
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The Screaming Bell has struck one round, and Eski has completed all the "work" that should be done to the followers of Slaanesh.
It can be regarded as a clear understanding of the desires of the three believers, the desire for expression, the desire for revenge, and the desire for self-worship.
Rakko, who was tortured by him, learned how to read other people's thoughts, so he finally made such a request.
Although it took a lot of disgusting efforts, I finally got a lot of Slaanesh spells and languages, which can be easily processed into runes.
Interestingly, these recorded pages were exactly sixty-six. It was obvious that the followers of Slaanesh were playing tricks on him.
After removing one of the legs of the scheming Rakko, Esky left the clanrats to watch over the slaves while he himself left the room where the slaves were kept.
The engineer warlock is so busy that there is not enough time to use it, and now the research on the runes of Slaanesh can only be postponed.
After waiting for several hours, the people of the Scurvy clan were obviously a little impatient. They had already sent several groups of clan rats to ask the engineering warlock when they would continue to study the runes in the bottom cabin.
Those runes about power also take a long time to study.
This kind of research lasted for several more hours, and Esky was immersed in the language called Anoquian.
This language is what most elves' runes are made of.
The runes of the ratmen are mostly composed of the claw marks of sharp claws, the runes of the elves are mostly composed of their own characters, and the runes of the dwarves also seem to have their own characters.
Eski guessed that there was racial consciousness projection behind this, which allowed the power of magic to be mobilized along with these things.
There is another possibility behind this conjecture. If I remember correctly, the language of elves does not come from the mortal world, but from the world of magic.
There are also parts with similar shapes in the dwarves' runes. It may also be that the magic runes of order follow the same set of rules, and only a small part is the projection of racial consciousness.
The engineer warlock had no time to verify his conjecture. He needed to make a decision as soon as possible to make the ship function.
He smiled at the group of Scurvy Clan rats behind him.
"Oh, Scurvy Clan, thank me. Other engineering warlocks will probably modify your ship's boiler and add some messy steam pipes."
Esky deliberately slowed down his tone so that every ratman of the Scurvy clan present could clearly hear what he was saying.
"But I'm different."
The power of the eight magical winds began to slowly rise and fall along with the chaotic energy.
Although the clan rats do not have the second vision that only those with mage talents can have, and cannot see the obvious fluctuations of magical energy around them, they can also feel that something is coming.
Taking in the expressions of the clan rats, Eski laughed secretly in his heart.
In fact, he cannot resume operations here for the time being.
By looking at the runes just now, he already understood that the runes here used three of the eight types of magic, the wind of shadow, the wind of sky and the wind of metal.
Even the orthodox mage of the elves needs a long time ranging from hundreds to thousands to control the three winds of magic at the same time.
But he could make the Scurvy clan think his work was working.
With the control of chaotic energy, under the mage's second vision, the blue sky wind began to slowly approach the runes that echoed them, and then slowly changed its nature according to Eski's will.
Different from the previous runes that only emitted faint fluorescence, azure light shined on the sporadic runes, which made the scurvy clan rats excited for a moment, and then they became hostile to each other.
The eyes of the brown-skinned rats were all flashing red or green, and they all understood each other's meaning. Who was going to report the good news to the big shots?
At the same time, after finishing the pretense, the engineering warlock continued to guess that the three elven mages should be rare. There must be other convenient ways to control ships. Otherwise, how would these pirates use them?
There really should have been more torture of the Slaanesh followers just now, Eski thought with some regret.
