Blue runes are spread all over the surrounding space.
The runes affixed to the oak bulkhead were densely packed with countless runes. Even the windows at the stern were covered with these runes, making it impossible for the engineering warlocks to see clearly outside the windows.
Among them, you can see many other phrases that belong to the space in Arno Quayyan, and there are also some unique runes, which are probably unique to Tzeentch like Slaanesh spells?
"Can you see this?"
The engineer warlock asked the wizard spirit.
Under second vision, the degree to which everyone can see is different depending on their perception ability.
"You mean, what? These runes?"
Wu Ling looked at the engineer warlock with some doubts. The big demon was so obvious just now. She could see it very clearly. She could even see the poreless skin wrinkles on the birdman's body. What was he still asking?
Are these words still glowing? Is her concentration that bad?
What did this mouse think she was?
"Is your second vision so sharp? Are Grond's enrollment requirements so high?"
The engineering warlock was very puzzled. Wasn't she not talented enough? Then there are not many things that can be seen with the second vision. As long as the mage can perceive it with the second vision, theoretically, he can control what he perceives.
"This thing belongs to that evil god. Of course anyone can see it, as long as they have second sight. Don't you have any common sense?"
The lazy and hoarse Druzil of the Witch Spirit not only did not appear lustful at this moment, but instead made the engineering warlock detect a hint of ridicule.
When did this world have this kind of common sense? Why didn't he know about it in Skaven City?
"Damn it, you are so arrogant. Have I fallen under the halo of wisdom?"
After casually releasing his dimensional stance, the engineer warlock patted the white hair on his face, trying to cheer himself up.
Thinking of this, Esky looked at the nine books that the devil had left behind, or at least had influenced.
"Hecate, with your more than nine hundred years of experience, do you think I should read these books?"
Wu Ling rolled his eyes and started calling names without saying a few words. Are they familiar?
And this question is idiotic enough.
"Based on my nine hundred years of experience, whether you should watch it or not, you want to watch it anyway."
Regardless of whether there are any future problems with the books revised by Tzeentch, the quality is definitely top-notch.
I haven't collected such good books in many years.
The worst case scenario is becoming a birdman?
"Then I'll watch it."
Looking at the wizards and elves, the engineer warlock rarely wanted to gain a sense of recognition.
"If you want to see it, go see it quickly. It looks so vulgar."
Wu Ling waved her hand and signaled the engineering warlock to stay away, lest any accident happen and affect her.
Maybe it's because I haven't looked at it carefully before, maybe it's because Tzeentch's demons activated the magic after they arrived. The covers of the nine books all have blue runes, so that even the engineering warlocks dare not touch the pages with their hands.
Eski, oh Eski, what are you struggling with?
Didn’t you touch them all just now?
After making up his mind, the engineering warlock opened the pages of the book and began to talk.
"I'll look through the catalog first. There won't be any problem in looking through the catalog. Yes, let's take a look at the Wind of Life first."
"The wind of life...there is, the wind of life, page 439."
The title of "The Wind of Life" was dyed in green, not Tzeentch's blue. The Engineer Warlock breathed a sigh of relief and continued reading.
——The growth of all things is closely related to the wind of life. Birth, death, continuous cycles, everything is constantly changing...
stop--
The engineering warlock stopped reading. He was a little confused. This was only the first page. Is the inclusion of private goods so obvious?
It stands to reason that if it is Tzeentch's personal belongings, he should be allowed to subtly transform into a Tzeentch believer. This would be more in line with Tzeentch's style.
So obvious, will he be able to easily eliminate the influence soon? Can't understand.
Why, does He really like to tell the truth to convince me? Or not? Does He have other plans?
No, not only that, the doubt this time is also very questionable. Did He lead me to doubt this?
That's enough. The engineering warlock stopped his confused brain, temporarily put aside these thoughts, and continued to read.
It’s really embarrassing, just because this book is related to Him, just because of an obvious and private word, it became like this.
"etc."
The engineer warlock suddenly remembered that something was still wrong.
"What are you going to do again?"
Wu Ling sat on the ground and asked impatiently.
Because the clothes are not covering the body, no, to be precise, there is nothing hanging on the body at all. Although I am blessed by Kane and do not feel itching or cold, I still feel the pain due to direct contact with the cold cage. And feel uncomfortable.
Because of this reason, she didn't sleep well at all last night. Even in the dungeon of the Scurvy Clan, her sleep would have been better than now.
The engineering warlock is still asking endless questions, which is really annoying.
"What books did you bring on board?"
Sure enough, it was another pointless waste of time.
"How do I know this?"
"Where are you three?"
The three elves in the cage were stunned for a moment before they realized that they were being asked.
"have no idea."
The pirates obviously have a much gentler tone than the Witch Spirits, and the engineering warlocks appreciate their attitude. Unfortunately, compared to the Witch Spirits, they are indeed useless.
"What's the general scope? Is there any teaching about magic?"
The engineering warlock turned around and asked the wizard.
"Are you crazy? Pirates bring stuff like that."
Yes, why would pirates carry teaching books on spells? Even if they did, they should be carried by the sorceresses of Grond.
In other words, these books are all products of Tzeentch, and not a single word is the original text.
Esky lowered his head and looked at the first spell teaching in the book, which was a healing spell, the healing spell of the wind of life.
Forget it, I’ve seen it all, don’t care about it anymore.
The door was knocked again. The engineering warlock who was seriously studying how to use the wind of life was controlling the wind of magic on a small scale, but he almost made a spell error due to this rapid knock on the door.
Opening the door, there was the clerk again.
I happened to be very angry, but I came to the door myself.
The engineer warlock was about to attack when the clerk handed over another box.
"Clerk, you've copied it again...so quickly?"
Eski weighed the box and found it wasn't much lighter.
This is faster than last time. Last time, I had at least one night for him to copy.
So suspicious.
"Six books?"
The numbers are also fishy.
The engineering warlock looked at the purple light in the scribe's eyes suspiciously, and saw that the scribe exuded the fear of rat men. Mobrier immediately backed away and said.
"Master, I'm going to take a rest, and then I'll start copying again right away."
"Wait, now that you're here, don't leave."
