Sharp bladed wind!
The sticky purple-black magic power squirmed in front of the witch, changing their properties.
The dark space was instantly illuminated by a bright purple light, which was a sudden burst of bright purple gases in the air. They were rotating at high speed in the air, and in them, countless purple blades seemed to be made of air.
The screams of the slave rats came over first. Due to the howling of the wind, the screams were not obvious.
Yellow and brown fur, yellow fat, red and black blood, and the fresh flesh and blood were sprayed in the air by countless high-speed rotating wind blades. But just when they were about to hit the witch, they were blown away by a piece of purple. Ripples block.
On both sides of the cave, flesh, fur and fat were stuck to the walls like greasy ribbons, adding a strange beauty to the originally undecorated stone walls.
The unarmored slave rat was like being put close to a meat grinder, turning into rat sauce that was completely indistinguishable from its original appearance, and was sprayed out.
When the slave rats were almost dead, it was the turn of the storm rats behind them.
Ding~ding~dang~dang~
Did the witch frown? It seems that the rat people's armor blocked a lot of damage, but...
While she was still thinking, several strong rat men had already broken through the purple wind blockade and rushed towards her, the mage.
The storm rats charging forward bore fine marks left by the wind blades on their bodies.
The crimson breastplate was covered with scars cut by the wind blade. The originally crimson armor was chopped into silver-black, which was the color of the armor before it was painted.
The armor of these rats even protected their chins, which was probably an important reason why they were able to rush out.
The heavy armor can resist the damage of spells, but under the impact of the blades composed of the one-meter-long rotating magical wind, the Storm Rats should not feel uncomfortable.
Just as he was thinking about it, a dozen or more rats broke through the blockade formed by the wind blades, but the end of these rats was much worse. Their chins were full of scars, and some even had no chins.
The witch smiled at them. The rats could actually endure such a blow without being defeated. They were really good enough sacrifices.
Purple-black magic power condenses on the staff.
The hand of darkness!
Purple-black sharp claws appeared in the witch's right hand, carrying a spear-like staff. Orilon's whole body tensed up, and the muscles originally hidden under the fat exploded, and purple-red lines illuminated the entire body.
When the rat people rushed towards the witch, the witch also rushed towards the rat people.
===Separating line===
Outside the tunnel entrance, there are buildings in the sun, built of precious wood and moist sand from the south. Since the war on the front line has been going on for fifty years, this city that has switched from shipping to land transportation has been prosperous enough.
But there is no doubt that what can be sold on the surface is undoubtedly the most precious commodity in the Skaven social system.
Just like the Council of Thirteen and the Temple of the Horned Rat both exist on the surface, all buildings that can be on the surface are owned by high-status groups among the rat people.
However, among these goods, when Eski came out of the tunnel, he smelled a disgusting smell.
Following the smell, the engineer warlock noticed a store that had not opened just now. Their goods were... ingredients.
Taking a closer look, there was indeed something familiar to him.
"Damn it! They can actually sell the black corn in Skaven Castle for such a high price!"
There, on the obvious counter at the front of the entire store.
The lousy streets of Skaven Mordor, the clan rats and any other group that is not worthy of a special meal cannot be forgotten. The hateful things are displayed here.
"Black corn?"
Wu Ling was puzzled. The corn tasted pretty good.
"The food in Skavenmordo, this thing... is the only crop in Skavenmordor. It doesn't taste very good. For a while, I could only eat this food all day long. I used to eat too much, and the smell I feel like vomiting."
Eski complained to the elf that in the inexplicable land of Skaven, nothing grows except this stuff. As a result, except for special offers and high-priced goods, the entire Skaven has only This thing is edible.
Although the slave rats in this dungeon are hungrier than those in the Skaven Demon City, they can also eat the green-skinned mushrooms growing in the tunnels.
The engineering warlock actually thinks that these maggots are much happier than those in Skaven Mordor.
But, why are the gadgets that seem to belong to the warlord's personal guards lined up outside the store?
At this time, the ebony door was completely opened, and a fat rat man wearing silk, hanging a warpstone bracelet and eyes came out.
"Dear lords, this is the black corn from Skaven Mordor. Taking a bite of black corn will feel like a majestic breeder rat in Skaven Mordor."
The hawking drama is not new.
Just, huh? Like the majestic breeder of Skaven City! ?
The engineering warlock couldn't help but complain in his heart.
Bah, the high-ranking rats in Skaven City eat barbecue! Eski hasn't touched this stuff since you could afford the special.
However, those people who were suspected to be the warlord's personal guards really swarmed to buy these things that were despised by everyone in Skaven.
There were many gadgets, and he even secretly stole a handful of the black corn he purchased and stuffed it into his pocket.
The white-haired engineering warlock watched their actions with the corners of his eyes twitching.
It's as if you become a Skavenlander after eating the specialties of Skavenmordu. Beier has face, right?
He seemed to remember something and said to the elf.
"I suddenly thought of a way to make a fortune."
While walking quickly to the ship, Esky did not need the goods on the roadside. Those who purchased these high-end goods, even the warlords who purchased precious wood, were just bumpkins in the eyes of the engineering warlocks.
However, country bumpkins always seem to be rich.
"Um?"
The elf didn't quite understand what the engineer-warlock was doing when he just left with her in a single sentence.
Aren't they going to get something from the ship? Is there something else?
The elf held the dagger on her waist. It was not her previous equipment, but something made by the engineering warlock using the wind of metal. It was also engraved with the runes of the dwarves, ratmen, and elves mastered by the engineering warlock.
The Witch Spirit does not need other weapons or any armor. With the blessing of the gods, her body and dagger are the best killing machines of the God of Murder.
"Different things have different values for different people. I have always known this. I just didn't expect that it would reach this point."
The engineering warlock threw out a small piece of iron with runes engraved on it and threw it far away on another street where no one was maintaining law and order. Then he took the witch spirit and hid it.
The smell of battle emitted by the rat men's glands immediately filled the street, and the clan rats hiding in the darkness immediately stepped forward to fight, fight with each other, and even eat.
After a brutal battle but with no fighting skills at all, they all suffered varying degrees of disability and were picked up by passing city guards.
The ground was covered with scraps of skin and flesh left by their fight, as well as traces of the melee.
At this time, Eski said to Wu Ling.
“What is of low value to us can be of high value to others.”
The white-haired engineering warlock tilted his head, with excitement and confusion in his eyes, and pleasure and sarcasm in his voice.
Then he pulled Wu Ling and continued walking towards the ship.
"Have you thought of something to sell?"
"certainly."
The Witch Spirit said nothing more and looked at the sky. It seemed that a long time had passed since he was waiting for the outcome of the melee between these rats. Orilon was underground...
Forget it, what does that little bitch have to do with me?
Hecate thought.
Among the Druzi, if the witch spirit can only stand, the witch sits on the Iron Throne. This is destined to mean that the witch spirit does not care much about Orillon's ending.
After passing through the bustling area of the pier where order was maintained, we quickly arrived at the dirty and smelly pier.
The filthiness here is not due to the pollution of the river water. The rat people's domestic sewage is directly discharged into the underground river.
The stench from the busy slave rats, as well as the foul-smelling substances left behind from time to time, "pickled" every piece of wood and plank on the dock.
The Witch Spirit felt the pain again because of her keen senses.
Having to hold his nose to get through this disgusting place, Wu Ling returned to the other side of the ship and took a big breath of fresh air.
The eyes of the three pirate elves surrounding her were full of curiosity, and they seemed to want to ask her what was in the rat-man city.
But there was deep fear in the three pairs of curious eyes. Kane's bride probably didn't take the lives of her compatriots seriously. They all knew what happened in the city called Hal Ganxi. matter.
Wu Ling noticed their emotions and approached them step by step with his tall figure. His eyes with dark red marks scared the pirates back step by step. When they reached the stairs, Wu Ling said:
"You have lost your soul, are you still so afraid?"
As he spoke, Hecate touched the smooth arm skin of the male and female pirates and said.
"How could that rat allow me to harm your precious possessions? If I did, I would be tortured too."
Suddenly, she slapped the male pirate in the face.
"Aren't you cruel? The black slave raiding team at sea? You have become a slave today, why are you as weak as a child sucking milk? Ever since that mouse was put in the cage, no one dared to speak, your tongue Have they all been cut?"
The Witch Spirit approached them and vented all the anger caused by the stench on the pirates in this way.
"I joined the pirates only because my family was poor."
A female voice retorted.
Wu Ling looked over and saw that it was Wei Lishan, a child in his thirties who had not been weaned long enough to become a pirate.
But the other two, Zoram and Fias, are hundreds of years old pirates.
Just as Hecate was about to continue to get angry at the veterans, the sound of footsteps came from the engineering warlock's room. The wizard turned his head and glanced, then smiled at the pirates and walked to the stern deck.
"Leave the necessary number of people behind, and everyone else will follow me to take over the new territory."
Eski came out of the room after taking things and said to a clan rat with a bare back on the stern deck. The scales on its tail were almost falling off, but it was the best navigator on the ship, so Eski Promoted him to captain.
He immediately blew the whistle hanging around his neck with great discernment, and asked the clan rats who were still alive and had strong muscles to gather the skinny slave rats.
Esky frowned. To be honest, skinny slave rats were not what he wanted to see, especially when many slave rats died along the way.
The serfs in the previous world had to be fed by the gentlemen on the charity farm.
The real inequality is mainly reflected in the priority of mating rights and the priority of all other rights.
Engineers and warlocks have always believed that they only need to realize their privileges. Starving slave rats to death is completely damaging the slave owners' own assets.
It is a pity that few people among the rats agree with Esky. After all, the rat life is short. If they cannot express their power by restricting the slaves' food and whips, the Skaven slave owners will feel that their rat life is short-lived. It's so boring.
Thumb thump——
It was the sound of the wooden planks on the pier being stepped on, as if someone was coming.
Eski looked over and saw a guy with an extremely handsome figure. His protruding belly made Eski wonder if there were clan rats greedy for his meat. His smooth and smooth fur was decorated with metal.
There were three slave rats beside him carrying books and pens for him, and six more at his feet were carrying the sedan chair for him.
It's so impressive, Esky thought to himself, even an engineer like him has never done something so grand.
However, this person's strength is low. On Esky's panel, his ability is clearly visible, and he may be slightly worse than the average clan rat.
Looks more like civilian staff.
"The minions below don't know that the engineering warlock is coming, and they are not welcome from afar."
The fat ratman twisted and exposed his neck, although the Engineer Warlock doubted whether he had a neck, as a sign of respect and obedience to the Engineer Warlock.
Although Esky did not deploy anything that could prove his identity, the existence of the engineering warlock itself was evidence.
"Stop talking nonsense. You are not qualified to be the master of this city. What did your master ask you to do?"
Eski said impatiently. He had no patience to talk to civilian staff. In this world, only force is the basis for respect.
"The master asked me to ask Mr. Engineering Warlock if you are interested in becoming a member of the underground parliament of Port Rotten Mushroom. If you are willing, we can kick out some freeloaders right away."
The fat rat man smiled flatteringly.
The Underground Council is a political structure established in every Skaven city. It has the same thirteen seats as the Skaven City, except that the seat of the Horned Rat is no longer set up.
An engineering warlock is obviously more qualified than those warlord leaders. It just so happens that in this city, the previous engineering warlock councilors have been transferred.
