"What have been gifted to me? I don't know what you're talking about, Eski Warlock."
The brown-haired scribe took a step back with his thin robe, which still had blood stains on it from when he was injured by the engineering warlock.
"Has your title changed now? It seems that His gift has given you full confidence, right?"
Eski asked his clerk, this guy was making him sick now.
How did you do it in Mobrier?
He shouted "Master" very smoothly, but he was not Mobrier's master. Mobrier was a clerk, not his slave rat.
The white-haired engineering sorcerer knew from the beginning that he did this because he wanted something. Just like what was described in those literary works of the late Renaissance, the old rich man with no children suddenly had seventy or eighty filial piety in front of his door. godson.
This means that these godsons are here to seize the old rich man's property.
However, the old rich men in those works are extremely smart characters, and they will not be deceived by these godsons.
The previous white-haired engineering wizard also planned to squeeze out every bit of value from these "godsons" and then kick them away just like the old rich man did in those literary works.
Therefore, Eski had no intention of taking any measures against Mobrier's little thoughts. Everyone was such a shameless Skaven, so no one could tell anyone.
Mobrier's defection to Slaanesh was not really a surprise, and Eski was prepared to deal with it.
But now, relying on this thing, he seemed arrogant in front of him, and he actually wanted to be on an equal footing with the great white rat engineering warlock.
Does a brown-haired bitch deserve it?
The angry Eski had the urge to shoot him a burst of dimensional lightning, but resisted, and continued.
"However, I'm not bored enough to argue with you now. If you don't want to be swallowed by a sea beast, you'd better help me complete this... ritual?"
While Eski was telling all this, he kept observing the scribe's expression, but his expression changed unexpectedly, which suddenly gave the engineer a terrible idea.
"You do, right?"
Followers of Slaanesh are not normal things.
Probably, Mobrier was thinking about how happy he would be to be swallowed by a sea monster.
Otherwise, his eyes would not reveal that he was so excited.
Maru Tun, right? Nuclear, bro, right?
You must quickly ask your friends to take you to the Tyrannosaurus Pit.
"I lied to you. Even without your help, I will not let the ship be swallowed by sea monsters."
The engineering warlock exhaled a cloud of green smoke from his mask and said.
The expression on the clerk's face clearly showed disappointment, which really confirmed Esky's thoughts.
However, this also shows that the clerk cannot be of any help to the current situation.
The white-haired engineer warlock had no choice but to draw a magic circle on the floor. He was thinking about what he could use to control the wind of magic, most of which came from the wind in the sky.
These prophetic runes may allow him to smoothly control every change and let the changes change before they come.
Shaked his head.
The engineer warlock knew that he seemed to be influenced by Tzeentch now, and the above changes appeared in his mind at any time.
Maybe there was something else that could be done to get rid of this effect, Eski thought, absentmindedly continuing to carve runes into the ground with his claws, observing from the corner of his eye that the scribe was observing the writing of the runes.
"Don't look at it, this is the power of Anoqeyan. All this power comes from Ahir, so the spells will stay as if they were born in the wind of magic."
The engineering warlock explained, with a sudden hint of serious sarcasm on his face, and Eski didn't know why he did this.
If he remembered correctly, this expression was one that Alclin often showed in front of him before he transformed himself into a metal head.
Do I really think of this guy as my godson? That's a comedy.
"Spells are made in nature and can be found by skilled hands. Therefore, even if they do not learn magic, wild wizards with second vision can use the surge of magical energy to recite the correct spell."
Touching the runes, the runes lit up one by one. The original brightness was just like a firefly in the dark, but this time it looked like an electric mosquito lamp.
Made up of round and sharp fonts, the entire cabin became like a darkroom for exposing photos, but it was not as completely dark as before.
At this time, the engineering warlock lit up several runes. The golden and blue lights showed that they were not the same kind of runes. This is what Eski showed, the ability to manipulate different types of magical winds.
Under the second sight, the green chaotic energy, covering the two magical winds, is very clear.
Then, the white-haired engineering warlock spoke.
"And because I have systematically studied Anoquayan and other things, I can perform more complex things, like this."
"Originally, I thought you could do it, but unfortunately, you disappointed me."
"Why don't you show what you're really capable of?"
There was malice hidden in Esky's heart, as well as the narcissism and exhibitionism that Skaven always have, and he knew he was lying.
And if Mobrier had the ability he said, then Mobrier also knew that he was lying, but the engineer warlock still chose to lie.
The runes he lit up just now all performed their functions separately and were never mixed.
If the runes in this cabin were to exert their true effect, they should not have such an effect.
The scribe was not moved by the engineering warlock's words, but there was a bit of ridicule in his eyes.
This was exactly what the engineering warlock wanted, and the white-haired rat knew that his judgment was completely correct.
So, he slowly walked around behind the clerk, his voice changing from sharp to hoarse.
"Mobrier, you have never been in contact with the upper class of Skaven at all. You are only serving members of the upper class, such as me."
The tone was as low as a whisper, but the words revealed the engineer's ruthless sarcasm for his stupidity.
This is what He wants.
The clerk thought this, and he continued to listen.
"So, although you were insidious and cunning enough, in front of your colleagues, you were completely unaware of how much of a crime you have committed in the society we live on."
Suddenly, Mobrier felt a sudden push from a claw on his back. He lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Looking back, the engineer warlock took out the magic halberd from nowhere and pointed it at his neck with the pointed blade of the staff that shone with green light.
Under the illumination of green light, the engineering warlock's face showed a sense of compassion.
"Practice His magic and regard it as the most important thing. You have betrayed the Horned Rat. All the rats will despise your behavior. Only some warlords from the fringe clans will use you as a urinal - need Use it when you need it, and kick it away when it smells bad."
As he said that, the engineering warlock saw the familiar expression on the scribe's face again, that sickly, twisted smile with joy. He never wanted to see this on the face of a male ratman.
Although, if you believe this thing, you will soon not be able to tell what gender it is.
"The Council of Thirteen will never allow something like you to exist. You will live under assassination all your life. Unfortunately, you seem to enjoy being killed, so you will be killed."
The feeling of disgust came to my heart again.
Under Eski's second vision, he discovered the strange flow of chaotic energy around him.
If he hadn't seen this strange energy flowing towards the scribe, the engineering warlock would probably have fired a dimensional lightning directly at the scribe.
Following the vague intuition in his mind, but already extremely clear compared to yesterday, he lowered his head and continued.
"As your former master, I am thinking, otherwise, I will execute you with the most cruel method. In this case, at least your wish can be fulfilled."
The sickly flush on Mobrier's face seemed to prove that the engineer-warlock was right to follow his intuition.
However, it is really impossible not to feel disgusted.
"Now, fulfill your worth first, bitch, and I'll break your bones in a moment."
He slapped Mobrier on the mouth, grabbed his scalp and dragged him to the magic circle, making the scribe look like the most filthy and despicable slave thing in Skaven Castle.
It was so humiliating, but Esky discovered that under the second sight, Mobrier was actually using the energy of chaos to mobilize the eight magical winds to control these things.
What a vile thing.
"I sacrificed slave rats for you, and you turned into such a despicable thing to repay me. It's enough."
Even after seeing that this thing was really working for him, the engineer warlock still felt uncomfortable.
He used the tip of his staff to make an opening on the clerk's back, and immediately, smelly blood slowly flowed out.
As the tip of the halberd continued to flow, it turned into a word SLAVE.
However, just like this, Mobrier worked even harder, and most of the runes in the entire cabin lit up under his control.
This, of course, would not make the Engineer Warlock feel the slightest gratitude to him. The white-haired rat clearly knew the reason for all this, and the Engineer Warlock continued to ask viciously.
"What is this called? A slave exchange for another slave? Is this what your Master wants? What does He want to collect? My anger? No, this is not what He wants, this is what His adversaries want. "
As the engineer warlock observed the chaotic energy appearing and disappearing under his second vision, the white-haired mouse continued to guess.
"My sadness? Don't be naive. Things like you are not worth my sadness at all."
"That's my disgust? Collecting this kind of thing? No wonder why I felt the chaos energy was lost just now? What's the meaning of my disgust to them?"
Through feeling different emotions, Engineering finally determined what he wanted to find.
Does Slaanesh think it's unusual for a creature to express an unmistakable disgust for one of his creations? Aren't all the devout believers of other gods like this?
Or is it that the emotions of a ratman are more precious than those of those order races?
Part of the chaotic energy also appeared and disappeared in front of the scribe, which gave the white-haired mouse another guess.
"You've also lost something, so what are they collecting from you? Bitch."
At this moment, all the runes in the cabin lit up, and the green and purple chaotic energy miraculously began to transform toward the Eight Winds of Magic, turning into three colors: gold, blue, and red.
There are more energies of these three colors gathering here from all corners around, making the entire room shine with dazzling light.
Under the guidance of the scribe, they intertwined and blended together, blending into a new kind of sparkle.
The engineer warlock had to admit that this technique of mixing several winds of magic, which is unique to the elves' special magic Qhaysh, could not be fully unleashed even if he had just been fed the knowledge of Tzeentch into his brain. from.
Is it the right choice to keep the clerk?
Library——cha——
There was a huge noise all around, the sound of cracking planks. Fortunately, it was not from this ship.
Maybe it's the assault ship that just arrived?
Thank you very much, scapegoats.
However, this means that the ship must move as soon as possible.
The engineering warlock's claws rested on the scribe's back, covering the bleeding "blood tattoo". The pain seemed to stimulate Mobrier, making the entire spell smoother.
With a shaking in the cabin, both the scribe in the situation and the engineering warlock outside the situation understood that the magical ship had set sail, and the engineering warlock or scribe needed to guide him in the direction.
Eski used his own chaotic energy to induce the wind in the sky, and finally took all the chaotic energy back into his body, controlled it with all his new heart, and then the two connected their consciousnesses.
Esky closed his eyes, and the impact of the ship immediately appeared in his mind.
Ekeqi's judgment was very decisive, perhaps because the sea beast destroyed the assault ship just now. He had already separated the chains on the arrow from the ship, and at this moment, the elf ship was speeding in the opposite direction of the fleet.
This is not the right position.
The wind in the sky of the engineering warlock guides the direction of the ship. This magical wind is extremely convenient. Whichever direction the ship is directed to go, the ship will naturally go in that direction.
Under the guidance of the engineering warlock, the magic ship automatically adjusted its sails. In less than thirty seconds, it had changed from sailing towards the north to sailing towards the east.
The speed was so fast that it was no different from those running sea beasts.
Thanks to the vision at this moment, the engineering warlock finally found out the reason why the magic ship was so fast.
The water flow under the boat and the hull of the boat are pushed by the magic of the wind of fire. The fast water flow under the boat pushes the boat forward, and the hull itself is also pushed by the reaction force of magic.
The wind in the sky allows the ship's sails to sail with maximum thrust from above, and the wind of metal is even more critical. It makes the originally heavy metal of the ship's body light and strong.
How can such a ship not be fast?
