"Then do you know how to release the spell? Which words to use? How to deploy the wind of magic?"
Eski took out the toothpick, turned sideways, and glanced at the elf with one eye.
Ripe crops? To put it lightly, there are dozens of phrases about growth in Anoquiali. How should they be matched, and how should the shape of the magical wind change? Do you expect him, an engineering warlock who plays with chaos energy, to understand?
"You ask me? Didn't you just use the wind of life last night?"
The witch spirit didn't seem to know this magic, which made Eski's body slump toward the recliner moved by the slave rat.
"You think I'm a high elf? I've systematically learned your magic, right?"
The engineer warlock is baffled by the knowledge of the wizard.
He just wanted to learn the magic of elves in depth in the future, so he studied Anoquayan and Druzil in advance. Among them, only the former was a magic language in the true sense.
Relying on magic language, you cannot automatically release spells. Yesterday's healing magic was just mentioned in the book when introducing the root words related to the wind of life.
He himself didn't believe that he could be released successfully.
I don’t know what happened to yesterday’s state. He believed that he could release it, and then he actually released it. Was it the influence of the panel? Or not?
If the wizard spirit couldn't... damn it, why did he fall into this kind of thinking again.
The engineering warlock noticed that he seemed to have entered the same state as yesterday. He quickly stood up and moved his paws, hoping to use exercise to stop himself from thinking.
Moving, moving, he stayed in front of the wizard spirit.
Carefully read the new information revealed on the previous panel:
Kane's Bride:
Witch spirits are born with...
…To dig out the still-beating heart from the victim’s chest and roast it over the fire, coating the struggling flesh with scarlet runes…
Scarlet, rune?
The engineer warlock remembers that he seemed to have said yesterday that Druchi could do nothing but kill? Is this a joke? Isn't it mentioned somewhere that Druchi doesn't know how to build, so he still needs to catch high-level people?
"Speaking of which, I also want to ask you. When you sacrifice, you draw runes, so why don't you use them for construction? I remember that you elves have second vision."
Thinking about yesterday's possible joke, the engineer warlock asked carefully.
The blood-red eyes stared at the Witch Spirit under the white hair, making the Witch Spirit feel a little uncomfortable.
"Duluqi doesn't need to build, we just need to hone the skills of killing."
Hecate's voice dropped to a whisper.
"Stop, I'm sorry for disturbing you."
The engineer warlock paused for a moment, enjoying the service of the slave rat for a while, and then continued.
"Then why are you not a mage, but this thing? Isn't your first Bride of Kane, Moras, a mage?"
As long as you have second vision and enough time, anyone can become a mage.
In theory, any elf can become a mage, but the reality is that not all elves are mage, which is very strange.
"You mean the warlock?"
The witch spirits are a little confused. The spell casters in their place are called warlocks, not mages.
"I'm also called the Engineer Warlock."
Eski complained, waiting for her next words.
"My talent is not enough, Grond will not accept me as an apprentice."
The engineering warlock unconsciously pinched his chin.
This answer is really interesting.
In other words, the fact that the elves cannot have all mages is a problem of the system, not other reasons.
It's just like something forced by the military book to balance the various races. Otherwise, if everyone else has all mages, other races will be in trouble.
But wait, what did he just hear?
Grond?
The engineering warlock suddenly realized that the person he called Grond yesterday was a bitch (blessed by the horned rat). Although it was true, but aside from the fact...
"It seems that my sowing discord yesterday was just a joke to you."
"whispering sound."
A mocking smile appeared on Wu Ling's face again.
The engineer rolled his eyes, this was what he meant by putting aside the facts.
"Slave rat, come here and put this thing on me."
Eski waited for a full two minutes, but the slave rat still didn't come.
"Dirty thing, do you want to die? Come here and put this thing on me."
The engineering warlock shouted dissatisfied, his tone full of rat-standard threats from the upper class to the lower class. Only then did the slave rats realize that the engineering warlock was indeed speaking to them.
The Engineer Warlock just now was talking about Druzil, but suddenly it was changed to Queekish (I don’t know how to transliterate it). It was really hard for them not to react.
Resentment and dissatisfaction spread in the heart of the slave rat, but it was quickly suppressed.
Clan rats can make them want to resist. After all, many rat people were clan rats before they became slave rats, but engineer warlocks, just like warlords, prevent them from resisting.
The smell of rat-men's fear wafted in the air, which made Eski frown and silently put on the breathing mask.
"What are they doing?"
"Give me some disinfectant and repellent, there's always disease and bugs in those damn bastards."
Having long hair on your body is very bad. Bugs such as lice and fleas like this kind of environment very much. If you don’t pay attention to deworming and disinfection at all times, you will not be able to keep your beautiful white hair.
However, the ratmen of the scurvy clan seem to be very clean. Unlike those in the underground city, perhaps because they have been in a high-salt environment for many years, they have no other despicable things except scurvy.
Even so, Eski is still not careless. This white hair is very valuable.
While wiping it, he glanced at the elf slaves, and the engineer warlock began to think about whether they needed this thing.
"The witch spirit has Kane's body protection, so there is no need for it. The bastards of Slaanesh might like it."
The engineer warlock glanced at the normal elves placed in the left corner of the room, then at the now lifeless Slaanesh followers in the right corner, and finally back to the left.
"Do you want the other three? Deworming and disinfecting."
The elves watched indifferently, and after a while, they uttered a word.
"toilet."
"Slave rat, carry it over to them. Toilet, remember to empty it after use."
As he spoke, Eski silently tightened his breathing mask.
"Do you still have that thing?"
The witch spirit suddenly spoke and moved away from the cage holding three normal elves next to him with some disgust.
"You mean the respirator?"
The engineering warlock pressed it, shook his head, and explained.
"You can't use these things. The energy used for air circulation and filter cleaning is all dimensional stone. Do you want to have long pliers and long tongues like those three things?"
"Speaking of which, if I feed them a dimension stone, they will stop growing tails."
