The ship's bells tolled once, and the chaos caused by the followers of Slaanesh was cleaned up by the slave rats.
At this time, the engineering warlock was holding a bag of seeds and competing with a pot of soil.
While the slave rats were cleaning just now, the engineering warlock had already gone to the bottom cabin to find what the wizard was talking about.
The bag was unopened, and it seemed that the cabinet, which looked like a support structure on the roof of a ship, was not discovered by the Scurvy clan.
Originally, the engineering warlocks did not believe that poison could stop the greedy clan rats. Even if someone died immediately after eating it, other clan rats would snatch it and sell it as poison.
However, as if their luck had run out, the plan of the wizard and the engineer to ripen the fruit trees was blocked at this step.
Eski stared at the saplings in the soil, the white hair on his head already soaked with sweat.
The obviously turned soil in the pot indicates that this is not the first sapling.
Under the growth spell, the germination spell was successful, but during the growth process, the saplings quickly withered.
He once again tried to mobilize the emerald magical wind to form on the saplings. This time, Esky replaced the recited Anoquayan with a few phrases that didn't feel very good just now.
The wind of emerald life is full of green light,
"Fuck you, why?"
The engineering warlock held his head and rubbed his ears. The sweat mixed with the oily layer of his fur was rubbed and thrown to the floor.
Anoquiyan's wind of life phrase combinations can change in ten to the Nth power. Coupled with the environment and guidance of the magical wind, etc., the magnitude of the changes is already an order of magnitude that even engineering warlocks cannot calculate.
If you understand the principle and core phrases of the spell, it will be a lot easier, but...
Eski looked up at the wizard with longing in his eyes.
However, the Druchis have no idea how to use the wind of life.
"Be careful, don't waste all the seeds."
The unhelpful Wu Ling continued to stand and talk without pain in his back.
"No more, I'm going to take a rest."
The exhausted engineering warlock was not even in the mood to ask the slave rat to lick him clean and fell down on the bed.
It seems that it takes a state like yesterday to release such a spell.
"Isn't this possible? The concentration of the magical wind has not dropped too much."
"Fuck you, I am using chaos energy. What kind of bullshit magic of yours, Ba Feng, has been used to this extent. My talent can kill you elves. Who calls me a white-haired rat, hehe."
The engineering warlock didn't even want to open his eyes. He just retorted and taunted the Witch Spirit angrily. But such a conversation made his brain, which wanted to rest, still feel pain.
Wu Ling obviously didn't care about this, and she continued to ask.
"Where's that rat that's been following you? The one that was corrupted by Slaanesh yesterday."
"You mean my clerk? He went to copy books. I asked him to copy your books. The damn Scurvy Clan even charged me six hundred dimensional coins for copying books..."
As he spoke, the engineer warlock's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally he started snoring directly.
The engineering warlock was woken up from his nap by a knock on the door. When he opened the cabin door, he saw a clerk with purple eyes.
"Master, the copied books are all in the box."
He shook the box in his hand as if to show off.
"So fast? Let me count."
Feeling the weight of the box, the engineering warlock felt a little moved in his heart. He just asked the scribe to copy the books last night. Does this thing never sleep?
Even if he just wanted to ask for forgiveness from his master, this action was enough to move him.
"One, two... seven, eight, nine. Nine books. Nine books cost me six hundred."
After counting, Eski couldn't help but complain, the damn Scurvy clan are really vampires, they suck the shit out of them even though they are bad blood.
"Nine books..."
Mobrier muttered with the corner of his mouth twitching.
"Nine books? What? There are missing books?"
The engineer warlock noticed that the scribe's expression seemed a little unnatural. Is the Scurvy clan causing trouble again? Or not?
"No, no, Master, the book hasn't been copied yet, they can still let me copy it."
Mobrier lowered his head, his body exuding a strong smell of fear.
"Okay, go ahead."
Considering the hard work of the scribe, the engineering warlock spared him from concealing it. Anyway, if he continued to copy books, he would continue to be tired. The scurvy guards guarding the books obviously couldn't let him sleep well.
"Nine books, so many."
The Witch Spirit complained. She had just seen the number that Eski had counted. These rat scribes were really fast at copying books.
If she goes out one day, she will have to capture some rat slaves to copy the books, Wu Ling couldn't help but think to herself.
"I looked through this book and copied how many, 20, 40..."
The engineering warlock picked up a book and flipped through the pages. These books were quite heavy, and the scribe had really worked hard.
"...980, 990, 991..., 996, 997, 998..."
After turning the page here, Esky stopped. No matter how you look at this number, it looks a bit ominous.
"Wait, don't turn it over."
Wu Ling realized something and reminded him.
As if Eski didn't hear it, he suddenly turned to the next page.
"999"
This is the last page.
The next second, a blue light lit up, and complex runes began to spread throughout the cabin.
"Fuck, damn clerk, you hurt me."
Dimensional stance.
In desperation, Eski immediately cast the only magical protective spell he knew, covering his four normal elf slaves.
If the slaves were corrupted, all this time would have been in vain.
The runes gradually gathered together, and all the eight magical winds floating in the air were mixed with a little bit of perhaps the scattered chaotic energy that had not dissipated just now, and turned into a huge amount of blue-purple chaotic energy.
Damn it, is this the power of the Lord of Change? Creating chaos where there is none? This is also a change, right?
The engineer warlock cursed in his mind.
The energy gradually took shape, and Esky gradually saw the shadow clearly.
A bird head, isn't it Tzeentch himself?
With wings, a staff and a bird's head, this seems to be a Tzeentch demon?
A divine messenger or something?
"I offer my humble respect to the Supreme Being, the incarnation of all flows, the source of magic, and the bringer of all changes. I don't know what your purpose is in coming to my house."
The engineering warlock pretended to be polite, but was immediately interrupted by the demon in front of him.
"You have disdain for Him in your heart, I can see it, and your actions are not going to follow His will, I can see it."
A group of blue runes quickly formed in the hands of the Tzeentch demon, and then dissipated. The surroundings of the room suddenly turned into an endless starry sky.
"Everything in the universe is changing, and the sky full of stars will eventually become dim."
Following its words, the stars in the starry sky ejected all their matter at an extremely fast speed, spreading all the matter evenly across the universe, and the entire universe became dim.
"You are just a small part of it, everything about you is insignificant, your disdain, your thoughts are all like this. He can make you brighter than any star."
"As long as I'm loyal to Him? Or not?"
There was a mocking smile on the engineering warlock's face. At the same time, he was surprised that after being exposed for so long, nothing strange appeared on his body.
"No, no, no, your shallowness surprises me. You don't need to be loyal to my master. Everything is part of the plan. You just need to move forward with your destiny. You will have choices ahead, and you will choose the right one. Or not."
After saying that, the big bird, with a strange cry, suddenly disappeared from the first and second vision, leaving only a room full of runes in the second vision for the engineering warlock.
