"Secretary, do you still remember the plan I mentioned?"
On the way back to the cabin, Esky suddenly said to the secretary.
"With your status, you will never be able to come into contact with the research of magic, and the elixir of life is even more impossible. If you accept the things from the Dark Prince's lackeys, you may be able to get rid of the shackles of this short life span."
"Owner?"
The clerk did not expect his master to say such words, and he was a little confused.
His master glanced at him and continued.
"Always pray to the Horned Rat. If the two forces of chaos come together, maybe you won't completely corrode your will."
This was an experiment, but the clerk had no choice.
Archaon, chosen by the Four Gods, can maintain his own power. As long as he does not become a demon, there is no need to say which one he must be loyal to.
The premise is that the chosen person's will is firm enough and the blessing of fate is always with him, otherwise the worst outcome is to become a chaos egg.
In other cases, even if Mobrier is completely corrupted by Slaanesh, it is not impossible to continue cultivating him.
In the Age of Sigmar, there was a great demon of Slaanesh who reformed his evil ways. Among the demons of Slaanesh, there were also pure love warriors like Ciel.
Slaanesh does not want the whole world to end, otherwise Slaanesh will not be able to continue to develop and grow, although he does not mind that the whole world becomes the demonic realm of Slaanesh.
Arriving on the deck, Eski saw a figure wearing power armor from a distance. It was a model that used a warpstone boiler to supply energy. It was extremely bulky. Eski had never liked this thing.
The man had a muzzleloader pistol strapped to his waist, and a halberd flashing with lightning in his other hand.
If you look closely, you will see that it is Mirza, the engineering sorcerer of the clan.
Mirza saw Eski's signature white fur and respirator mask and immediately said hello.
"Eski, I didn't expect you to be on the ship too. Long time no see."
"Long time no see, Mirza, it's my turn to say this."
Mirza's enthusiasm made Eski a little unexpected. This was not Mirza's usual character. Before he could react, Mirza said.
"Come to my cabin and have a drink."
"Then go ahead."
After entering the house, Mirza immediately poured Eski a glass of special beer produced in small quantities within the clan.
Mirza said as he poured the wine.
"This is the second batch of support this year. The Skaven Demon City mobilized 15,000 reinforcements and escorted 200,000 sets of armor and matching weapons to the front line."
"At the same time, reinforcements from various clans are on their way via the underground network tunnel."
Eski hesitated even more. This was no longer a problem with Mirza's character. The Ratman's inner nature was challenged by these actions, so he asked tentatively.
"You are willing to share this? Mirza."
Mirza pushed the glass towards Esky, his green eyes showing hatred, and the smell of the glands showed it.
"No matter how you offended Mosquita and were sent to the front line, I am also helping myself by telling you this."
Eski looked surprised, and seeing his expression, Mirza explained.
"It seems you don't know yet. Nagashzar's bone gadgets launched a raid in the past two weeks. The battle report came out yesterday. We lost more than 20,000 rat lives in the tunnel and one on the ground. Mando.”
"More than forty warlord clans were destroyed, and one hundred and thirteen warlords died in the battle, including a gray prophet and two engineering warlocks."
At the end of the sentence, Mirza's deep voice stopped immediately.
The atmosphere in the cabin became quiet. After a while of silence, Esky, who looked gloomy and uncertain, took a sip of beer from the glass.
Mirza also drank, as if this gave him the strength to continue talking.
"So this time, six battalions of Storm Rats were mobilized directly from the Skaven Demon City, and the Moss clan promised to dispatch another seven battalions."
"However, I don't think these thirteen battalions can last long. The Necromancer wants to be undisturbed. It seems that he will strengthen his counterattack this year."
"We have enough rat life to accompany them, but..."
More than 10 million Skaven have been killed in the past fifty years. The Council obviously doesn't care if another 10 million are killed. The precious dimensional stone deposits under Nagashzar are a hundred times more valuable than the lives of all the Skaven killed in the battle. .
Mirza raised his finger and waved it in the air, wondering if these rats' lives included them.
A bell rang from the ship next door, not the sound of a screaming bell, but of a type they all knew.
The two engineering warlocks both leaned toward the portholes and saw on another ship dozens of meters away, dense figures holding staffs boarding the large transport ship following a giant bell that was more than ten meters high.
"Is that the Gray Seer?"
Eski's postwar position at the back is not very clear.
"Two Gray Seers and eleven Gray Seer apprentices, their bells will also be put on the ship and taken away."
Mirza's face completely tensed, and he turned to Esky and continued. .
"Including the two of us, there are a total of six engineering warlocks this time."
"With so many mages, Mosquita also deployed a batch of imitation dwarf cannons. I heard that it was due to your improvements to the forging production line."
Speaking of this, Mirza's tone did not contain any hint of ridicule.
"With so much support, there will be big moves on the front line."
Eski also understood what Mirza meant. Everyone was in the same boat. It seemed that they were all in danger, so they had to work together.
After drinking all the wine in the glass, Esky turned around and paused before going out.
"Thank you for the wine. I'll give you a bottle of wine later."
=Separating line=
Three bells rang, and it was already dark in the Skaven City. All the lights on the ships had been extinguished, and there was only the only lighthouse left on the pier.
Eski imprisoned his slaves in a cage that originally belonged to the elves that he had just purchased from the Scurvy clan.
After placing the young female rat and the lead box on the bed and in the corner respectively, he called the clerk, whose hands and feet were temporarily locked, to prepare for bed.
Just then, someone knocked on his door.
Pushing open the door, the man entered quickly. Just as Eski was about to retreat to guard against his possible attack, a complex mechanical token stopped in front of Eski's eyes.
"Is this the engineering order from the Chief Engineer Warlock?"
This man has eyes. It seems that he is a clerk like Mobrier. Does he belong to Mosquita?
Just as he was wondering, the slave rats filed in carrying the boxes. Most of them were placed on the open space in the room, and a smaller one was placed in front of Eski.
"Twenty boxes of elixirs, and here are the matching injection devices. These are enough for the engineering warlock Eski Ivo to live to be close to two hundred years old."
"The Chief Engineer Warlock also said that you will not be allowed to return to Skaven City until Nagash dies."
What's the meaning?
For a moment, Eski's brain was a little confused.
"You're not allowed to go back to Skaven Castle. Does that mean I can go anywhere?"
"have no idea."
The clerk's eyes were filled with jealousy, but Eski was staring at him and lowered his head.
Before Esky had to wait long, the slave rats finished their work, and the scribe and the slave rats quickly disappeared at the door.
