One night passed, and the sound of the Screaming Bell woke up Eski, who was still sleeping.
After opening his eyes, Mosquita's operation last night was still lingering in his mind. He punished him by confiscating his property to support the army, and gave him the elixir of immortality by giving him the elixir. He hinted that he would run away when he got there.
After thinking about it for a long time, I still didn’t understand what Mosquita was.
Could it be that he was hinting that he would go to other areas to further his studies? Like Ictor Claw?
Not understanding the true meaning of Mosquita, Esky could only give up thinking and let him guess at the completely unfathomable hint?
Rather than wasting time in endless thinking, or even turning into the dangerous state like last night, it is better to get up and go to work immediately, whether it is continuing to take care of the slaves or continuing to study runes.
Thinking of this, the engineering warlock immediately started a busy day.
=Separating line=
While the engineer warlock was busy with his own affairs, on the other side, the Gray Prophet who was invited to the Scurvy Clan's flagship, the Screaming Deathstroke, started secret talks with the Scurvy Clan warlord Brandy Crooked Claw.
"The bell has rung thirteen times. I am only a Gray Prophet and I am not worthy of such a grand welcome."
Gray Prophet Sakui looked at Brandy Hook calmly. The welcome ceremony just now had completely exceeded the maximum limit for welcoming a Gray Prophet.
Of course he was happy for such a welcome ceremony, just like all rat people are extremely narcissistic, which complements the rat people's inferiority and jealousy.
However, even so, Sakui could tell what kind of flattery was wrong, so even after accepting several boxes of Dimension Stone coins from Brandy last night, he still said after Brandy drank in silence.
"What you do is disrespectful to God."
After asking the clan rat to fill the Gray Prophet with a glass of brandy in a wine glass made of rat skulls, the brandy spoke slowly.
"Your Excellency is about to go to the front line to fight for precious dimensional stones for the descendants of the Great Horned Rat. At this moment, Your Excellency is like the incarnation of the Great Horned Rat. Of course I should welcome your arrival with the thirteen bells that greet the Great Horned Rat."
At this point, he changed the topic again.
"However, I do hope that you can give me advice to Lord Prophet, and I hope that you will not waste my kindness."
Brandy looked at his right claw, which was already an iron hook, with a greed in his eyes that was no different from that of ordinary rat men.
Saqué immediately understood that Brandy was different from other fools. His greed would not be reflected in the violent anger of the inferior rat people. He was really smart.
"You can pay a remonstrance fee to the parliament and then personally remonstrate to the members in the parliament hall. If it is reasonable, the prophet lord will listen."
He clearly rejected Brandy's request. An ordinary Gray Prophet's status in the Gray Prophet clan was not high enough. Gray Prophet apprentices and fellow Gray Prophets wanted to kill themselves all the time.
Especially now that he is about to embark on the battlefield, he hopes to avoid all risks.
However, Brandy is obviously very patient. The order to set off is in the afternoon, and he still has enough time now.
"Your Excellency Gray Prophet, since our fleet is not strong enough, we can only transport troops and supplies in batches to avoid attracting the attention of the pointy-eared things. I think we must at least seize control of the Tilea Sea."
Taking out a chart made of unknown leather, Brandy pointed to a point west of the junction of the South China Sea and the Tyrell Sea and continued to speak to the Gray Prophet.
"If the Council of Thirteen can increase funding for the Scurvy Clan and allow us to capture these three islands in southern Estaria, we can no longer worry about the safety of the waterways."
The Gray Prophet narrowed his eyes and looked at the map.
If I remember correctly, there seems to be a stronghold of the Pointy-Eared Things nearby. If sea transportation is so important, this means that the Scurvy Clan can more easily plunder the Pointed-Eared Things and the Dwarf Things. trading.
"By taking these three islands, you can safely plunder passing ships."
There was a hint of rejection when he opened his mouth.
This made Brandy react very fiercely. He stood up straight, which suddenly made his height more than 190 centimeters.
Holding the map in front of the Gray Seer's eyes, pointing to the three islands and a clearly drawn line to the south, which was the trade route for the pointy-eared things, Brandy said sharply.
"Sir, that's not what I'm saying. Even a sneak attack by the pointed-eared dragon ship will be useless. These three islands can be turned into our unsinkable warships. Even the main battle magic of the dragon ship Indra Gurnir can't help us." Can’t sink it.”
"In this case, if we use these three islands as ports and send out a squadron to attack the pointy-eared stuff's trade fleet, we can attract the main fleet of the pointed-eared stuff in the Middle East to the South China Sea, so that there will be no more ships in the Tilean Sea. There is nothing that can threaten our transport fleet."
This obviously has considerable strategic value. Even if the Scurvy Clan will gain a little benefit from it, isn't it still benefiting the entire Skaven?
Saqui looked silently at the lines and ink dots on the map, as well as the names written beside them.
The Gray Seer didn't know what the Dragon Ship Indra Gurnir was, nor did he want to know.
Even if their threat is so great, the descendants of the Horned Rat have always been good at avoiding it. He believes that the Horned Rat continues to protect his descendants, and the fleet will not be discovered by the pointy-eared things.
But, in the end, he really couldn't afford to be sorry for those dimension stones. It wasn't that he didn't want to default on his debt, but that there were still many parts that needed to cooperate with the Scurvy Clan in this war.
Just give me some help.
So, he spoke.
"You can slowly dig under the seafloor rock formation. I will coordinate with the Skryre clan to provide you with digging equipment."
As soon as these words came out, Brandy was dumbfounded and just looked at Sagui blankly.
After an unknown amount of time, Sakui had finished drinking the brandy in the glass. After the clan rat filled him up with a second glass, the brandy finally regained consciousness and knew about Hui Xian.
"If we can ensure that warships with pointy ears are attracted to the northeastern part of the South China Sea, we can allow our fleet to leap from the South China Sea into the ocean and enter the Sea of Fear."
"The fleet can then cross the Nagash Strait and assist the ground troops in the attack in the Sour Sea. This will also be very helpful for the front line."
Suddenly he remembered something and said again.
"If the Prophet Lord can give us the positions of the redundant warlord clans in the parliament, we can donate 30% of the profits from the route to the Prophet Lord."
After hearing this, the Gray Prophet obviously lost his patience. He stood up and said.
"Brandy, I think I have to remind you that your mission is only to send soldiers and supplies. Other than that, the fleet is of no use. In your current situation, there is no way you can enter the Council of Thirteen."
Sacqui never believed that the navy had any role. There was no need for ships anywhere except for the islands held up by the maelstroms of the pointy-eared things.
The descendants of the Horned Rat can dig tunnels under the ocean floor and dig anywhere.
Seeing the warlord's oily black fur explode completely, he softened his voice a little.
"If you want those three islands, I can use my personal relationship to help you contact the Skryre clan. Instead of going through the council, I can save you a lot of dimensional stones."
