"You caused me to lose a second-level ship, and now you give me a third-level ship?"
The witch said without any expression on her face.
"Don't get me wrong, this isn't repayment. You and the ship belong to me."
Eski's shrill whisper in his ear hit Orillon's heart like a whip.
Yes, Eski was right, she was a slave, a slave without even a soul.
Other slaves had the option of suicide, but she didn't even have that option.
"Druqis, go to the sea and continue plundering, and plunder all the wealth and slaves for me."
The engineer warlock said to the surrounding elven slave pirates, the elven Druzil hissing in the Skaven vocal cords.
After thinking about it, the white-haired rat said with some worry.
"Stay clear of your fleet and don't sink my ship."
The elves nodded expressionlessly, and the attitude shown deep in their eyes was naturally not good.
Of course they heard what the engineering warlock said just now.
The formerly aloof witches are also soulless slaves, and of course they have no hope of breaking free.
Although it is said that dark elves have unspoken rules of obeying the strong, this is for elves.
To the Druzi, all non-elven races are nothing more than beasts.
These feelings of self-loathing do not arouse the Engineer's sympathy, and he knows very well what elves are.
According to the Rat Man, he is not just a giggling brat.
Turning back, Esky observed the slave rats being whipped by the clan rats with whips made from the scaly tails of the Skaven.
The brand on the back caught the Engineer Warlock's attention.
The engineer warlock seemed to have remembered something. He used his four claws and quickly climbed to the helm of the rear class A.
Here stands a large brass bell that had just been moved to the ship.
Eski jumped on the bell and used his weight to swing it, causing the piercing sound to be heard throughout the harbor.
This was the signal for the build-up that had just been laid down over the past few hours.
Every rat that heard was mustered on deck within fifteen minutes.
Rats with greasy hair and tattered clothes scurried over quickly.
The rats who came over all looked at the rat hanging on the big clock in confusion. Obviously, now was not the time to eat.
The engineering warlock took in their expressions, and his eyes fell on their clothes.
It was uniform, the color of Clan Scurvy, not the white of Clan Skryre.
The engineering warlock spoke.
"You are Clan Rats of Clan Scurvy and have never joined Clan Skryre."
Seeing that all the clan rats turned their eyes over, the engineer warlock climbed onto the bracket at the top of the big clock and unhooked a glass bottle from his waist so that everyone on the ship could see it.
Inside is a shimmering green potion, not the kind of green that rat people are accustomed to. Even without the mage's second sight, it seems that one can feel the vigorous vitality in it.
"This is a potion that can cure scurvy. I will sell them to the scurvy clan for twenty-dimensional coins a bottle."
"And the clan rats of my clan will get a quota of one bottle per year."
The rats below were in an uproar. Although the engineering warlocks like to exaggerate the prices of their products, as long as the real price reaches one-tenth of what the engineering warlocks say, then all the rats will receive a reward that is approximately several times their own worth.
And, every year.
A limited supply of the drug would guarantee that a rat would be free from scurvy for a month.
Of course, this cannot guarantee that every rat will be cured of scurvy, but it can guarantee his competition and loyalty.
Rats must have a class, a strict class, in order to satisfy the desires of rat people. Every rat yearns for a slave who can let him vent at will.
There was a perfect class division between sick and non-sick rats. Eski looked at the rats with shining eyes below and smiled gloomily.
"Then, all slave rats will be promoted to clan rats, and you will be loyal to my slaves from now on."
Esky said, grabbing the chain around the witch's neck and pointing to the still glowing runes on the collar.
This is a brand new collar, both in thickness and material, it is lighter than the previous one, and the runes on it give it the function of eternal cleansing.
There were no longer the runes of the Skryre clan on it, but the glowing letters "IE".
Letters emitting bright green light were engraved on the silver-white base, which was completely different from the green color of the Rat Man's Rune of Destruction.
"Seeing this collar is like being there in person."
The engineer warlock said, pointing to the new creation.
"Okay, that's it, you will be incorporated into my command. Tomorrow, you will throw away this red clothes and put on the white clothes of my clan."
The Skaven chattered with the Engineer Warlock for a while before dispersing to finish their work.
Although Orilon couldn't understand the rat language, he understood the general meaning from Esky's disgusting actions just now.
"You want me to use them? None of them know Druzil."
The witch asked, her tone extremely resistant. These smelly beasts were not qualified to be with the noble witches of Grond.
Even Esky is just a lucky rat. One day...
"Use it as you like. Just give this thing away. If I have enough warpstones, none of them will survive."
Esky ignored the malice in the witch's mood and continued.
This is true. If he had enough warpstone, he would buy a batch of slave rats for sailing instead of using the hidden dangers of the original scurvy.
Then, he continued to speak.
"I need an army of harpies."
And was immediately refuted by the witch.
"That requires a beast tamer. They are actually a type of beastman. You don't know that."
The white-haired engineer warlock recalled the description of the harpy, and it was indeed as the elves said, they were the sons of chaos, a type of beastman.
Thinking of this, Eski waved his hand and said.
"Let's not talk about the rumors that the harpy is an ally with you. If you need a tamer, go back to your compatriots and find a tamer for me."
"Give his soul to you again?"
The witch's tone was close to provocation.
Eski narrowed his eyes. It was not that he was unaware of the witch's malicious intent. It was just that the witch's profession was very precious.
It can be said that a hundred dark elves are not worth as much as this witch.
It is always easy to destroy, but always difficult to build.
But is there a punishment?
Esky understood that when the witch built that altar today, in addition to remembering her past, she was also digging a hole for herself.
No race can accept the existence of alien altars in its heartland.
"Do you think I would do this? Even if my soul is in your hands."
The witch continued as if she didn't notice.
It’s just that the engineering warlock’s good looks no longer exist.
"I know your ways, you bitches of Grond (Blessed by Slaanesh), and I know you will."
Eski tilted his head, moved closer to the elf, and hissed out one word after another.
"Bring me my trainer and my harpy before my patience runs out and I burn your soul. This is the master's order to the slave."
As he said that, Eskidu's hand lit up with a green light and he said again.
"This is the punishment for your disrespect just now, conceptual conception!"
A burst of green light flashed, and a rich emerald magical wind appeared under the elf's belly. It was the wind of Ji Lun, or the power of the wind of life.
The power of the spell does not disappear after the spell ends. The witch's second vision is very keen. On rare occasions, she can still see the future in Grond's chaotic storm.
Orilon immediately discovered that she seemed to have established a connection with all things in the world. The energy of the wind of life poured into her lower abdomen continuously, but she did not feel the energy strengthening.
"what have you done?"
The witch asked, she couldn't help but guess that the dark elves also have similar spells, but...
The engineer's answer immediately shattered her luck.
"With the spell of the wind of life, any life that can be fertilized will be conceived under this spell and give birth to the child in a very short time compared to the normal pregnancy period."
The white rat's eyes showed a cold look.
This spell, recorded in the Nine Scrolls of Tzeentch, is a modification of the "Spring Warm Flowers Bloom" spell.
"Give birth to this child as proof of your loyalty, then I will not burn your soul in two years."
After saying that, Eski walked towards the second level of the cage without looking back.
The former followers of Slaanesh are imprisoned underground.
They were all hung on chains in the cage, and Mobrier was particularly miserable.
Mobrier, whose legs had been amputated, was hanging in the air. Even the amputation opening had been sealed with a red-hot iron plate.
The palms of the two claws were also fixed on both sides by spiked iron chains.
If he hadn't been fed regularly every day, Eski would have suspected that this place was a dead Skaven.
"Mobrier, your master needs you again. He forgot to take out your soul last time. Is your soul still in his hands?"
The white rat spoke, but the former clerk didn't respond.
The engineer warlock immediately got to work and began to extract the soul of this disciple of Slaanesh.
Not long after, a complete rat-man soul that had mutated into the shape of Slaanesh appeared in the cage.
Eski raised his eyebrows and said.
"It's still there, then, my slave, continue to control the wind of metal for me."
Eski said, regardless of whether Mobrier answered or not, he put his paw on it and opened the cage.
Carrying the former secretary on his shoulders, Esky walked towards the new territory under the tunnel.
Not long after, Mobrier, who had retained one right paw, was carried on a sedan by the slave rats to view the goods in the warehouse-several piles of metal ore.
"Without your magic ability, I would need to build a temporary forging factory here."
The engineering warlock spoke and handed the scribe a stick inlaid with dimension stone on his intact and twisted purple right paw.
This is enough for the scribe to channel the dimensional energy in the air.
The white-haired engineer warlock thought.
"Dear Master, of course, I will do it."
The former clerk's voice was indescribably coquettish. Eski turned his head and stopped staring at the rat face that had become neutral to avoid being further stimulated.
Just listen, Mobrier continued.
"The wind of metal is the magic of change, logic, and creation. It omits the process of forging. In fact, any mage who understands the structure of metal can do it. It just takes a long time."
The coquettish voice seemed to be questioning his master.
Why don't you do it?
"I don't know anything about austenite, pearlite or the like. There is no such knowledge in Skaven Castle, and I haven't learned it systematically. If you can, that's fine."
Esky spoke.
The use of the wind of magic is a rigorous discipline, and the metal method will not transform nonexistent substances out of thin air.
The metal method condenses arrows out of thin air and shoots them at the enemy. It does not really create something out of nothing, but rearranges and combines the atoms that originally existed around it.
The same can be said for the cannon assembled before. Although the metal method cannot forge it out of thin air, it can turn existing metal into a cannon.
Of course, mages are a valuable resource, and allowing metal magic to produce these things is a luxury in any social system.
Because the engineering warlock has no knowledge of the properties of metal materials, and his metal magic has not received any bonus from the gods? Or not?
That's why relatively stable talents like Mobrier are needed.
Smelting, smelting, the K ore on the ground is getting less and less, while the remaining ash and metal ingots in the cave are getting more and more.
At this time, several Storm Rats and their clan rats suddenly broke into the cave.
"We received a report that the Eski Engineer Warlock violated the rules of the dungeon?"
The largest Stormvermin questioned the Engineer Warlock, and they received a "report" from a passing Clanrat.
So I came to this place that can produce a lot of wealth - metal ingots to see if there is anything I can swallow.
"What is this, Engineer? Are you worshiping a heretical god?"
The leader of the storm rat asked again.
"It's the altar of the Horned Rat, no doubt about it."
After putting away the new metal that had just come out of the furnace, Esky replied without looking up.
"The Horned Rat?"
Just as they were questioning, Eski jumped up and quickly reached the top of the statue.
The engineering warlock caressed the sharp horns on Kane's helmet and said affectionately.
"Look, these two kidneys are strung together. Will they soon be the horns of the great horned rat? The horned rat that I admire is responsible for the murderous side."
Hearing this, the Storm Rats looked at each other.
Does the Horned Rat have such a side?
have no idea.
Most of the Rats are just lay believers of the Horned Rat. Strictly speaking, only the Gray Seers can tell whether the Rats believe in the Horned Rat or not.
The Engineer Warlock was also happy to force Kane to be the Horned Rat.
"Yes, yes, this is the blood cauldron blessed by the Great Horned Rat. As long as we bathe in the boiling blood cauldron, we can extend our short life span."
"The cost of soaking it is two hundred..."
Before Eski could finish speaking, a reckless guy jumped in.
"Ahhhh——"
The clan rat screamed.
The glowing red magical runes can be seen in the second sight as mana threads connecting them together, just like the ones usually used by engineering warlocks.
There is no fuel to burn, but the blood in the pot is already boiling.
Steam is rising in the pot.
