The one who was left behind in front of him was called Squita, and those who were killed seemed to be his collaborators. In the society of the rat people, this was a rare thing.
He felt the cold edge of the engineering warlock against his throat, and tremblingly answered the engineering warlock's question.
"The warlords and senior officials of the Rotten Tooth Clan are gone, and there are still many ownerless candies on his territory."
The engineering warlock glanced at his unwavering eyes, narrowed them, and said with a smile.
"At the same time, there are other powerful forces that want to swallow it up, right? Things like sugar are not important to me at all. I'm not here to conflict with them, and you're not here to play tricks on me."
The staff in his hand pressed slightly, and the blade pressed against Squita's neck, causing a bloody mark.
The smell of fear from the garbage dump merchant immediately mixed with other odors and spread out. His body trembled as he continued.
"There is one more, don't worry, of course there is one more, the upper level, the Broken Foot Clan, they have a lot of slave rats, and the entire clan was finished in the last battle."
He hurriedly rummaged through the trash pile in front of him, pulled out a map, and pointed at it.
"Yes, yes, right here, underground in the port area, under the river."
The map depicts the specific structure of the underground city in a more abstract manner. Conveyor belts and elevators are densely distributed in the center of the underground city. Dozens of power wheels are stepped on and run by slave rats here, providing transportation belts and elevators. power.
The main goods in this city are mainly transported from the port to the network channel on the east side, so the closer to this road, the more valuable it is.
The garbage dump merchant pointed out to Esky is under the river near the port. The only problem is that it is constantly seeping water.
Even if there is a channel connected to the underground river and there will be no accumulation of water, this place will always remain damp.
"The upper level is good. No one is fighting with me? Even if there is a leak, I can solve it."
The engineer thought that maybe lead could be cast to keep the place dry and also to protect it from radiation.
The garbage heap merchant replied.
"Yes, even for a place like this, there are still people who want it. A warlord clan with about half a company of Storm Rats. However, they are obviously new here."
Half a company of Storm Rats, that is to say, there are a few thousand troops at most.
"Okay, thank you, this is your dimension stone."
Esky handed the warpstone to the garbage dump merchant's hands, threw his body aside, and turned around to leave.
The surrounding clan rats who were secretly observing swarmed up, trying to snatch the inheritance of this fat man who had lost his bodyguard, but the engineer warlock had already disappeared from their sight.
===Separating line===
The underground passages extend in all directions, but they are all filled with filth and stench that are unacceptable to any mortal. Even engineering warlocks need to wear breathing masks.
The expressions of the two elves were close to being distorted, especially the wizard spirit. She was not like a witch who could attack the filth and stench with the Dahl energy that could be condensed at any time.
The reason why the witch is also uncomfortable is that even if she uses magic to clear away the enemies on the way forward, she still finds it difficult to accept it psychologically.
The engineer warlock saw it all.
"Speaking of which, can you touch the dimension stones?"
Eski held the young female rat in his arms and poked his head.
"Shut up, rat, I know what a warpstone is."
The witch was in an obviously bad mood, and Eski looked at the other elf.
"I have divine protection and she has a shield."
Wu Ling explained.
The radiation of warpstone can indeed harm many animals in the world, such as humans, but it seems that it is not a problem for advanced order races such as elves.
"Maybe we can get two respirators later."
Eski suggested that it was obviously not a good idea to let the elves endure the stench all the time.
"take?"
the elf asked in confusion.
"There is excess in Mirza's legacy."
The white-haired engineering warlock said.
"By the way, you should also be able to use the observer. It's too dark in the passage."
The almost non-existent light underground may not have any impact on Orilon as a mage, but for the wizard spirit, this is equivalent to abolishing most of her combat ability.
But now we are going to deal with that territory.
"You go kill that warlord clan, Orilon, and I'll get the things."
The engineer warlock decided to divide his troops into two groups so that the situation could be dealt with relatively quickly.
"Where?"
"I don't know. Let's wait on my territory first."
Ace looked at the location of the underground passage and felt a little confused. If he went up to get something and left the witch behind, would people think there was an elf invasion?
But...the Ratmen's alarm network doesn't seem to be that advanced, so wouldn't the whole city be in action?
The witch seemed not to notice the engineering warlock's distress. Her eyes were like swords staring at the filth in the surrounding passages, and she used Dal to dissipate them all, saying.
"Is this your territory now?"
The engineering warlock's arrogance made her unable to help but sarcastically speak.
Although the narcissism and arrogance of rat people are similar to that of elves, but which narcissist wants another similar guy to express his own characteristics in front of him.
"It wouldn't have made any difference to call it earlier."
The engineering warlock's voice was perfunctory and he continued to pinch his white beard.
After a moment of confusion, Esky stopped.
"Give you something to add."
Esky took out a large piece of metal from his pocket, which was a fragment of the previous cannon that had been scrapped.
Under the influence of the metal wind, it was melted into liquid metal and quickly moved towards the witch's neck.
The shape became more and more wrong, and the final form made the witch immediately furious.
"Asshole! You!"
Orilon pointed to the heavy metal object on his neck. The metal that had been melted by the metal wind had formed a collar around the witch's neck, and even had a short iron chain on the side.
Even if the soul is in the hands of the engineering warlock, the witch can hardly bear such insult.
"Don't move. If you don't put a collar on, why would they think you are a slave?"
As the engineering warlock spoke, he stood on tiptoe and used his claws to draw a rune on the witch's neck, which was shaped like the silhouette of a mouse head.
The green rune was extremely obvious in the dark passage. This rune had no magical effect and was only used to indicate the symbol of the Skry clan.
"I don't want to cause any extra trouble. It would be bad if the whole city came to attack."
With that said, Eski and his party have arrived near the upper passage.
There is a staggered intersection in front of you. If you go out from the network road on the left, you will be near the port.
The other passage leads to the new territory that Esky is determined to win.
The engineering warlock handed the map in his hand to the witch's hand, and the observer on his head was also handed to Orillon's hand.
Without the cover of the luminous green lenses, the red light in Eski's eyes was like a will-o'-the-wisp in the darkness.
"I'll go to the boat first and be back soon."
"I know, shut up."
As a result, the engineer warlock and the wizard disappeared into the passage.
A gust of dark wind blew by, and a purple-black light clung to the passage, and quickly disappeared.
The filthy areas were cleaned out, as was the smell in the air.
Waste of energy? It doesn't matter, there is rich chaotic energy floating in the air, and the wind of magic is as disorderly as the paint that has been stirred up.
This is simply a breeding ground for Dahl's energy.
More and more purple-black energy condensed around the elf, rolling like thick mud.
These unstable energies are of course dangerous, unstable and explosive materials for novices, but for experienced mages like Orilon, they are just more active mana reserves.
The witch felt very uncomfortable after wearing the observer. She always felt that this used thing was very oily.
However, I was finally able to see things clearly without using lighting spells. According to the guidance of the map, I only needed to go through three more passages.
The elf's footsteps moved forward slowly, and the purple-black energy also followed her to remove the unclean things she did not want to see in front of her.
The three passages don't take much time, they are just less than ten minutes away.
From time to time, "dirty rats" saw the witch on the road, but when they saw the green glowing runes of the Skrei clan on the collar and the staff in the witch's hand, their heads immediately lowered their heads.
They also don’t know why the slave of the Skull clan came to this place, and why her master is not there. As far as they, the lowly clan rats of the ordinary clan, can neither offend Skure nor offend them. The pointy ears belong to the mage.
Soon, the witch entered those huge connected caves that could be used as factory buildings. The environment inside still contained all the rags left by a clan.
On top of these rags, there are already countless clan rats and slave rats standing on them.
They soon spotted the pointy-eared thing standing at the door!
"Pointy-eared things! Why are there pointy-eared things here!"
The clan rats chirped and screamed.
The slave rats shrank back, as if ready to find an opportunity to escape at any moment.
Hearing the commotion, dozens of tall black-furred rats, at least over 1.75 meters tall, quickly gathered over. Among these 1.5 meter clan rats, their tall stature was particularly obvious.
Through the observer, the witch could see that they were all covered in heavy armor, with strange-shaped decorations such as thigh bones and skulls hanging on them, and the weapons they used were also equipped with the so-called engineering The rune of destruction spoken by warlocks.
These are truly elite combat forces, at least for these mice, they must be elite combat forces. Apart from mages, this is the strongest mouse Orilon has ever seen.
It seems that this clan has never thought that they can take over this territory that did not originally belong to them without any hindrance.
"That one on her neck is the crest of the Skry clan."
A storm rat with a phalange necklace hanging around his neck chirped, speaking quietly so that he could avoid his compatriots to prevent them from stabbing him in the back when they were not paying attention.
Another stormvermin returns.
"The Skullie clan?! There are actually slaves with pointy ears! Could it be that the Skullie clan has taken a fancy to this territory?"
Arguing and arguing, the rat people turned their attention to a storm rat who was not too tall.
This is their leader, also a storm rat. Surprisingly, he is not the strongest among all the storm rats.
"Not even Scully, kill her."
The leader gave the order, but no one carried it out.
"She is a mage, and she has a staff."
The Storm Rats under his command retorted that they were not blind and had already seen the purple-lighting staff.
The mage was not someone they should fight, and he was also a mage with pointy ears. Although they didn't know how the Skry clan caught her as a slave, such a mage was definitely enough to bury their entire clan.
But the leader was so angry at this behavior that he chopped down an approaching slave rat and stood on top of his body.
chirped loudly and seriously.
"We have five thousand rats, but we can't kill a pointy-eared thing? Don't be afraid of casualties. The Horned Rat told us to turn fear into hatred, so the underground empire can gain a foothold. The Horned Rat will protect us from killing this thing! "
As he spoke, the rat-man leader drew out his sword, causing the storm rats to lower their heads and no longer look into his eyes.
Although I don’t know why the witch still didn’t take action, the Storm Rats still knew what to do at this time.
Not long after, a large number of skinny and scarred slave rats came in front of the storm rats with sharp knives that may have been rusty or not. Behind them, there were a large number of clansmen wearing shining armor. mouse.
Turning fear into hatred, turning fear into hatred, the Skaven chant in their hearts the motto that is the foundation of the Skaven Underground Empire.
Maybe the horned rat really showed up, or maybe there was no drop of the gland used to emit the scent of fear, but the rat people actually maintained their formation and were about to charge against the witch.
"madness."
The witch couldn't understand the chattering rat language, but she could understand the behavior of the rat people.
Storm rats may indeed be harder to kill than other rat people due to divine blessing or training. This situation occurs in all races, but for mages, they are only slightly harder to kill.
The ratman leader swung the waist knife forward, and a sharp scream resounded throughout the cave.
"kill!"
Whether they were black, brown, brown, red, yellow, or any rats other than gray and white, they all gathered into a torrent of rats, as if they were about to drown the witch in the next moment.
When the frenzy of the storm rats, clan rats, and slave rats seemed to drown the witch, his voice suddenly came from the hole used for drainage in the distance.
"You guys hold on, I'll call someone."
At the same time, beside the witch, the sticky magic power that could only be seen under second vision separated into a large group and spread out in front of the rat man's formation.
