Underground river?
Pirate Cave?
Esky was surprised that the Scurvy clan had grown to this point.
The Pirate Cave is okay, Nehekhara has been a powerful country in the past thousand years, and it is not surprising that the Skaven built underground cities in it.
But the person in charge of the underground river should be another clan that is proficient in navigation. The Scurvy clan is only proficient in shipping.
Are those underground rivers and ports prepared for this hundred-year war? Or is it that the Scurvy Clan wants to compete for the transportation channels of the underground river to monopolize the water transportation industry of the entire underground empire?
What's especially strange is that this port is in the wrong location. It's right next to the military port that the Scurvy clan built for this war.
If it is just to supply the front line, there is no need to build two ports, especially a port with an underground river. The underground river is not as large as an ordinary river to carry ships, and the natural material flow is even smaller.
All the details were filled with an uncomfortable atmosphere, but Eski couldn't think of any useful conclusions.
These things are not recorded in the military books and there is no chance to come into contact with them in the industrial area of the Skry clan.
It's hard to tell what the Scurvy clan's situation is.
but……
The speed of twelve knots is actually not slow. Just between talking and thinking, the transport ship in the distance has become smaller and smaller, the engineering warlock said hurriedly.
"My slave rats and clan rats are still on the other transport ship."
Esky was a little anxious. He had no idea what this black-haired thing was going to do.
There is no remote calling device in this era. If both parties leave the line of sight, there is no telling how long it will take for them to meet again.
Maybe, all his slave rats will be lost.
Brandy took a sip of wine and gestured to the temporary captain under the mast to stop the ship.
Looking around, we can see that we have just left the port of Skaven Mordor and entered the canals and rotten swamps controlled by the Scurvy Clan.
Most of the rat people's fields are distributed in these swamps. The Scurvy clan sends ships to bring slave rats through the water network to each field for cultivation.
No, there are groups of slave rats harvesting food in the distance.
Crops imbued with the magic in the land grow quickly, and slaves are always busy harvesting new food.
These things are not delicious, they are just used to fill the stomachs of low-level ratmen who will be hungry at any time.
Suddenly, an unlucky guy fell down, and the supervisor immediately directed other slave rats to pack him into bags. If there were no salt and containers here, the pickling would begin now.
If slave rats do not produce value, they will turn themselves into food. This is an iron law for all rat clans.
Dried slave rats and pickled slave rats have always been one of the sources of food for the rat people.
Seeing that Brandy still had time to appreciate the tragic fate of the slave rats, Esky immediately opened his mouth to say something, but was blocked by Brandy who spoke first.
"Send your slave rat to the pirate cave first. I'll pay you whatever the price is."
The Scurvy Warlord made a promise.
He had noticed before that the engineering warlock's expression was a little bad, and even under the dim green sky, it seemed a little obvious.
The loss of slave rats and clan rats will indeed make any rat lord feel bad. The greater cost is not the warpstone spent on purchasing slaves, but the time spent on training (blessing of the horned rat) and teaching the slaves.
For example, if a bath slave has not received special training, it will be difficult for him to use his tongue to serve you to your satisfaction.
There are many more situations like this, he suddenly thought, as if the engineer warlock did not bring slaves on this ship.
"You can use the slave rats on the ship as you wish, as long as they don't die."
Having said this, he thought about it again and continued.
"I will call Rum here soon. If you have any other requirements, you can tell him directly."
"Thanks."
The two parties did not continue to be polite like humans, and separated immediately after ending the conversation.
==Separating line==
"Deploy three Stormvermin battalions and fifty Marine leaders from various places."
The messenger rat was grabbing the side net to disembark when he heard the scurvy warlord give a new order.
"With this scale of deployment, small-scale rebellions may break out in the underground cities in the north."
The adjutant who was already on board immediately objected.
The rare Stormvermin are the ruling core of the entire clan.
Their number is so small that the entire Scurvy Clan has less than eight battalions of Storm Rats.
If the number of storm rats suppressed in various places is too small, it may cause the three lower-class rat people, brown, yellow, and red-haired, to have some thoughts that they shouldn't have.
"The supplies in the Claw Sea are indeed very important..."
Brandy struggled a little. In the land that was not yet called the empire, furs and high-grade wood that could be sold at good prices were being produced at any time.
After a while, the warlord decided not to dwell on it.
"Executing the order and moving the two main fleets to the north to suppress them can solve these problems."
"If those despicable things really want to be turned into food reserves, let them be."
The paws with shiny black fur touched the sea animal leather armor under the linen robe on his chest. The scurvy warlord did not think that the rebellion of the vile things would cause much trouble.
==Separating line==
The bell rang, and a new commotion began in the engineer's cabin.
"Just bread? Or this kind of bread."
The witch spirit in the cage shouted to the engineering warlock in dissatisfaction.
Damn dirty rats eating barbecue and drinking rum right in front of their eyes.
Although it was cheap meat from lower races, and even the engineering warlock said bluntly that it was deformed meat from the Skry clan factory, for her who had been hungry for several days, the aroma of barbecue was really arousing. Greedy.
They were also forced to eat the cheap meat of lower races when they were on the beach in Nagaroth.
When the hunting party returned, they brought with them the first food available for consumption.
What she got was mammoth meat, and even after nearly a thousand years, she still remembers the taste of the meat that made her cheeks hurt when she bit it.
But the mouse in front of me ate something different. The thing in his hand looked very tender.
"Hey, noble Druchi wants to eat something good? Doesn't he not eat the meat of lower races?"
The nasty rat was taunting her.
But, yes, when I want to eat, the words come to my mouth and they become:
"There is a place to store fruit at the bottom of the boat."
"In that place, the runes have failed and the cabin is empty. Where can I find fruit for you to eat?"
Of course, she knew that the fruit on the bottom of the boat couldn't be left behind, but... yes, fruit. If you don't eat fruit on the boat, you will get sick.
"You guys, if you don't eat fruit, will you still get scurvy?"
Seeing the expression on Wu Ling's face turn ugly, Eski suddenly thought of this.
Elves are also afraid of scurvy? Can't this thing be treated with magic? If I remember correctly, the Dark Elf's ship, at least the Black Ark, would carry High Elf slaves who could use healing magic.
"In the cabin where food is kept, there is a bag of seeds in the storage cabinet above it. Use the wind of life to ripen it, and then you can grow fruits. The seeds are poisonous, and your dirty tribesmen should not eat them all."
