The witch's soul was wailing, but her body was reluctant.
"It's you."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The white-haired engineering warlock laughed loudly, nailed the scribe whose spine had been severed to the mast, and wiped the stains on the paws cleanly on the witch's skin.
Only then did Eski become interested in taking a closer look at the panel that appeared around her.
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Individual: Orillon
Age: 1573 years old
HP: 341/3211
Magical Wind Reserve: 8
Armor Strength: 0
Leadership: 61/82
Movement speed: 47
Melee Attack: 51
Melee Defense: 63
Weapon power: 331
Charge bonus: 10
Troop range: ~
Remote killing: ~
Ammunition Capacity: ~
Individual characteristics:
Special protection 15%, magic resistance 10%, physical resistance 5%, remote resistance 15%
Killing attainments, killing expertise, skilled spellcasting, genius, keenness, self-confidence, enterprising spirit
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So many buffs?
And, strange.
Eski vaguely remembered that on the panel he had scanned during the previous battle, the characteristic bar under this one was exactly? ? ? Now it actually turned into a very specific explanation.
Is it because she already has her soul in her hands? Or is it because of something else?
No, wait, the spell just now was given by Tzeentch, no, it was given by the idea in his mind. Maybe... there was really a backhand arranged by him?
The panel is most likely caused by him, so now, isn't he responsible for this elf's soul?
Another halberd stabbed into the pads of Mobrier's claws. Just now, Esky spotted it sneaking around from the corner of his eye.
"My dear clerk, even now, you are still dishonest."
There was a smile on the white-haired engineering warlock's lips, and anyone could see that there was a lot of anger underneath his cheerful smile.
Doing this kind of work when he wants to sleep really means that he wants to die quickly.
"Why didn't I expect that someone like you would want a mage slave? Slaanesh has really developed all your desires."
Esky slashed downwards with his halberd again, and after piercing Mobrier's body, he began to cut vigorously.
The clerk wailed and shed tears, and made a sound of joy in his love. His long purple-black tongue hung down feebly, and saliva dripped from the tip of the forked tongue.
Because it is a follower of Slaanesh, even though the spine has been severed, the other nerve networks that have grown out can still make it feel pain.
Soon, a mass separated from its body and fell to the ground, turning into a bloody mass.
Excessive sex will cause disaster, and cutting will cure it permanently.
The white-haired engineering warlock drew out his sharp blade, wiped it on the clerk's gray robe, and said.
"Okay, that's it for this punishment. Let's talk about other issues."
As he spoke, Eski used his sharp claws to cut the scars on Mobrier's hands and feet. The wound that originally leaked red blood had grown new skin, but this time, it became more ferocious and open. Sexual wounds.
Cutting meat with claws is different from cutting meat with a knife. The latter just cuts the meat, but the claws are meant to grab every muscle fiber and blood vessel that is still connected, and there is also a little nerve tissue mixed in.
It is not easy to cut the bones, but you can easily remove the clerk's left leg with your claws by scratching off the entire outside of the joint, and then reaching in to break off the tissue structure inside.
At this time, the white-haired engineering warlock raised his head and asked.
"What is the magic you use to control her? If you don't tell me, I will extract your soul and burn it for eternity. You will never let your gods give you any pleasure."
After speaking, Eski smiled and continued to remove its right leg.
Burning souls is also the threat that Slaanesh poses to his followers. This punishment is more serious than anything else for followers of Slaanesh, even though he is completely unable to do so.
But after seeing his method just now, as long as the secretary can't know his inner thoughts, he will probably be fooled. This plan is very good. No matter what the result is, the white-haired engineering warlock will adopt it.
Mobrier, who had lost his legs, had dull eyes and spoke in a voice that had become hoarse. His tone still contained the unique charm of a Slaanesh believer.
"I said, it's in the third volume of those books, in the sixth section about the soul."
"There are no two sixes. It seems you didn't lie to me?"
The engineering warlock still had a skeptical tone in his mouth, but he had no time to chat with Mobrier.
Boom-boom-whoosh-
Explode violently! As well as the fragments caused by the explosion, there were more precise arrows hitting the clan rat who just poked its head.
Seven arrows shot towards Esky like they had eyes, but were blocked by the dimensional stance that had not dissipated.
But this is not something to be happy about. Eski has already seen the tragedy caused by the explosion just now. A gap was directly blown out of the side of the ship next to the deck, and the turbulent sea can be directly seen from the gap.
The white-haired engineering warlock immediately stepped on the body of the manticore at the stairs and boarded the stern of the ship. Sure enough, those elven ships entered within two kilometers.
Why? ! That storm shouldn't have happened so quickly.
In an instant, he remembered something.
Looking up towards the top of the mast, there was a circular gap at the upper end of the main mast. The gap was as smooth as tofu cut with a knife.
That was the spell released by Orilon before he fell into the sea. The woman destroyed the arcane node and tried to obliterate him with the space spell released by the principle of magic imbalance.
But obviously, due to his timely response, Orillon only took away half of the mast and the sail hanging on it.
In this case, it would be impossible to escape by sailing.
However, there is now another way.
Eski looked at the witch on the middle deck who had not made any movement.
A reloading time passed. It seemed that the elves fleet in the distance did not receive any counterattack. The elves did not launch a second round of attacks. So, that means they thought their witches had succeeded?
No, it wouldn't happen. Eski rejected the idea again.
He had experienced the feeling of the elf's weapon being locked, and it was impossible for that kind of perception not to know that the witch had failed.
While he was thinking about it, the white-haired engineering warlock had already escorted his new slave onto the stern deck.
The new clan rats on the deck were greeted by him and climbed onto the mast with a black rope.
Since there is no new blow, then.
"I didn't expect that."
Eski whispered in the witch's ear. He was less than 1.7 meters tall, so he needed to stand on the railing to make such a posture.
It was only at this time that he realized that he was still underage!
Orillon's body slowly moved upwards, and the restraints on the witch were connected to the ropes that the clan rats had just taken.
This was the idea of the white-haired engineering warlock. He decided to hang the witch on the mast to warn the elf ships coming from behind, just like Robinson Crusoe used the body of a wild cat to warn other wild cats.
This is also a good plan. The engineer warlock thought that if the elves give up, then everything will be easy. If the elves don't, he has other alternative plans.
Streams of light flashed across the sea, and the Elf ships opened fire again.
In a hurry, Esky could only melt a few more dimensional stones to give himself and the clan rats on the mast a dimensional stance.
The explosion occurred again on the starboard side, and Esky could clearly feel the ship's hull beginning to tilt.
Although these two explosions, for unknown reasons, did not target the waterline below the hull, the imbalance in the center of gravity caused by the fallen ship plates was enough to cause such changes in the hull.
Esky rushed to the stern of the ship, let out a sharp roar at the distant ships, and also used the scream technique.
This was enough for both ships within two kilometers and two kilometers away to hear his wrath.
The white-haired engineering warlock opened his palm, which contained more than a dozen dimensional stones that had been half melted away.
Eski's staff pointed at the sea in the distance. A green light bloomed on the staff that almost illuminated the entire sea surface. This dazzling light made Eski even under the observer's eyes. Even under filtering, the thirteen synapses on the staff cannot be seen clearly.
Howling war wind!
As the chaotic energy under the second vision thickly piled up in every wisp of air on the sea behind, a violent hurricane was created out of thin air just over a kilometer behind the stern of the ship, only a few hundred meters away from the Elf ship.
The whirlpool caused by the hurricane immediately stopped the elven ship's course.
The energy of chaos is still being input, and such a hurricane is destined to become the same thing as the hurricane on the starboard side of the ship.
The only difference is that that hurricane was released by the female elf hanging on it, while this one was released by the engineering warlock.
After releasing a sticky claw technique, Esky quickly turned back to his room through the windows hanging under the stern of the ship.
Perhaps the elves hoped to continue sleeping in these luxurious rooms for a while. None of the glass in these rooms was broken. They walked to the desk and quickly picked up the nine volumes of Tzeentch.
Holding on to his strength, Eski read through the usage of the wind of life.
Dead wood can be resurrected. This is what the wind of life can do. Even intelligent life that has just died can be resurrected in this way. Of course, only the body is resurrected without the soul.
In the eyes of many people thousands of years later, this resurrected body is just a walking corpse, no different from necromancy.
But this kind of magic is indeed released with the wind of life.
Eski quickly rummaged through the records, trying to repair the missing hull and mast with the wind of life.
As for the method of ripening fruit trees that he has mastered, this thing is indeed possible, but he does not want the people of the Scurvy clan to know that he can ripen fruit trees.
I am getting sleepy. There are ways to restore vitality in the wind of life, but vitality and mental power are not the same. Such spells are not helpful at all.
It's not that there is no way to recover, but that method requires connecting with the earth and borrowing the earth's spirit to restore itself.
"The Wall of Vineman?"
Before his mental energy ran out, Eski found a temporary solution.
Although he knew that as long as he finished learning the wind of life, there would definitely be a better solution, but now, he had no extra energy to squander.
Opening the door that had been locked, Esky suddenly remembered something.
Looking back, I saw that the leg of the Slaanesh disciple was almost repaired, and he might do something like the scribe again.
After returning to the room and cutting off his legs properly, the white-haired rat left the room with peace of mind.
The world outside is still the same as before.
The broken hull, the tilted deck, and... Eski looked up and saw the missing half of the mast.
The clerk was nailed to the mainmast as an artistic statue, while Mirza stood looking into the distance to starboard.
"Hey, Mirza, come here and help me. When the storm comes, at least use a spell to maintain the direction of the ship..."
In the middle of speaking, Esky stopped. He had walked from Mirza's side to his near side.
The white-haired engineering warlock finally understood why Mirza didn't come to help just now.
The shock wave and fragments of the explosion turned the right half of his body into a bloody mess. Two arrows pierced into his head. The pupils of his originally black eyes had dilated.
A wooden board pierced deeply into his flesh, supporting his body from falling.
But now, his body has begun to slowly stiffen.
Speaking of which, if I hadn't seen the black-haired rat, it wouldn't have died.
The development of the matter impacted the brain of the white-haired engineer warlock, making him feel as if his cerebral blood vessels were about to explode. He quickly sent some chaotic energy into his brain to strengthen his body tissues.
Otherwise it would be really funny to have an explosion and a stroke.
The staff was raised and pointed at the sea.
The sea surface under the second vision is no longer black in the night, but has turned into a healthy bright green. This is not the color of the energy of the dimension stone, but the color of the wind of life Ji Lun.
In the sea, these Ji Lun winds formed whirlpools one after another, and the amount of this energy was enough.
Wall of Vineman!
At Anoquayan's call, the power of Guilun's Wind gathered and attached itself to the hull.
The vines grew rapidly, filling the broken space. Looking at the densely entangled vines, Esky finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The blood vessels in my brain still want to explode, but I can't sleep yet.
Returning to the stern deck, the white-haired engineer warlock looked at the witch hanging on the mast, and then at the elf ship in the distance.
The huge purple-black ship is being chased by the hurricane released by Esky. Even if the hurricane is cut off from the supply of chaotic energy, it will be hung up for a long time.
The engineer warlock is not sure. He releases it according to the maximum limit. Who knows what this storm will look like in the end.
but……
Eski turned the viewer's magnification to maximum.
The elf ship in the distance that had not been caught up in the storm had already turned around. It seemed that no elf would come to interfere again in the short term.
