The holes above the head were not opened by Esky on his own initiative.
The engineering warlock looked up and saw that the rats of the unknown clan that had been sealed off were constantly gnawing, and the heads of those rats could be seen through several more holes.
The largest one among them had black hair all over his body, and his scratched body had a hint of madness.
Stormvermin, however, was not wearing armor.
The engineering warlock narrowed his eyes, but did not release any spells.
For some reason, Eski always had a strange feeling, wanting to cut open their bodies with the sharp blade in his hand and let the blood bathe the entire body.
However, what is even more strange is that with the emergence of this bloodthirsty impulse, part of the mental power lost by the spell just released seems to have been restored.
If the situation just now was equivalent to being in the office at eight o'clock in the evening, now it is almost noon just after lunch.
Can more be gained by bathing in their blood?
Eski raised his hand to cancel the spell, and the thorn vines that were generated out of thin air suddenly turned into green brilliance and disappeared.
The rats who didn't have time to react fell down, and the rats below hurriedly avoided. They all saw the consequences of the engineering warlock's last spell.
The drop of more than 20 meters caused the fallen rats to become tattered, and various sauces and parts ground by gravity were scattered near them and even further away.
Although they still don't know how they plan to get down, it is obvious that the battle is about to begin.
The engineering warlock glanced around and after reorganizing the line, there were about six hundred rats still intact, of which more than three hundred were on the right wing.
The game's practice of slashing when faced with a situation goes horribly wrong the first time it is used in reality.
Esky never imagined that these mortal armies, even though the engineer warlocks themselves were mortals, would be as fragile as paper.
Maybe my own soldiers equipped with rune Kopis daggers won't? God knows.
"I should have some beasts too."
The engineering warlock looked at the corpses of Tregara greedily. This kind of beast was good, but it was only good. A leopard-sized beast could kill so many rats.
If there were enough Behemoth troops...
"I hope Orillon can bring me enough trainers."
Eski murmured, but was immediately interrupted by the wizard spirit.
"There are too many troublesome roads in this kind of underground passage. Even the best horses can't pass it, so we never take the underground passage."
Wu Ling looked at the surrounding roads and said with certainty.
Although the roads they have taken so far have been relatively wide for vehicle traffic, once they encounter the enemy, those precious livestock are likely to be consumed.
"You actually have the time to chat while fighting."
The engineer warlock looked at her, then back at the rats on the ceiling.
"You started it."
After saying that, Wu Ling picked up his short knife and turned it in his hand, and said again.
"I rarely maintain a clear consciousness to fight a war. In the madness given by Kane, my body only has the instinct to fight. And now, even though my body is covered with all kinds of blood, I still don't have that kind of excitement. Feel."
"Kane?"
Thinking of this, the engineering warlock raised his right paw and looked at the white runes on it. He asked the girl who might be paying attention to her all the time.
"Speaking of which, after drinking your bath water, I shouldn't be a living saint? What about my willpower bonus? Why is it still the same difficulty to cast spells?"
There was no response. Probably, the girl god would not pay attention to a rat generation all the time.
It's so heartless, he drank that thing simply, the engineer warlock sighed.
Humans who drink the liquid in the Holy Grail may die directly because they cannot withstand such energy, so they need to undergo sufficient tests to strengthen their physical bodies.
But after all, the engineering warlock is a white rat favored by the gods. The horned rat embodies the divine power. It is naturally highly adaptable to magical energy, so it has nothing to do with adapting to the divine power.
"A few thousand, which is about the same as what Orilon killed that day. You should be able to handle it. Aren't these guys the same as you that day?"
The voice of the wizard whispered in her ear, and following her line of sight, the engineer warlock saw these rats climbing down a giant stalactite.
Perhaps they often engage in activities such as rock climbing. Their bodies seem to be strong enough, even those who are not black-haired rats.
Facing the Witch Spirit, Esky raised a finger and said.
"First, my strength was not as strong as Orillon's before, and you are at best unparalleled."
As he spoke, he raised his second finger and said again.
"Secondly, they had been fighting for a long time that day. When I fell, I blocked the passage and used bloody methods to scare away the backup. In addition, Riel was originally with me because of the God of Murder. That will be the effect."
"Do you mean you can't win?"
Wu Ling raised her eyebrows and asked, "Then she needs to think about how to run away."
"How is it possible? Look what your Moonlight Girl and Bloody Hand God gave me."
Eski raised his right paw in front of the wizard spirit and continued to look at the rats that were still gathering, but there was an uncomfortable feeling on his paw.
The staff in his hand became increasingly uncomfortable. Even if it was modified into a halberd, it felt uncomfortable to hold it.
The consciousness in his mind is longing for a two-handed sword.
The engineering warlock sighed in a low voice, let's see what the two-handed sword can do.
"Hold the staff for me. If I get stuck, remember to throw it to me."
"Am I your squire?"
Hecate took the ominous object decorated with dimension stones and said dissatisfiedly.
"No, lower than that."
The engineer warlock smiled and patted the Witch Spirit on the shoulder, but only hit the Witch Spirit's back.
He smiled awkwardly to himself, without even the Witch Spirit noticing, and then carelessly touched the metal on the ground.
The liquid metal was quickly transformed by the flowing fine energy into a strong enough sword. The blade was a full 130 centimeters, and the entire sword looked almost as tall as Eski.
Lifting his paw with green light and skillfully carving runes on it, the engineering warlock carried the thing and walked to the opposite leader, the Storm Rat, who didn't even have armor.
"You actually used this method to get down. If I had known, I would have broken the stalactite."
The engineering warlock arrogantly exploded all the white hair on his body to make himself look more convincing, and then said.
"Give you a chance to surrender to the great engineer warlock of Clan Skryre, or prepare to be hunted to the ends of the earth by the Council."
"Parliament! We don't care about Parliament! If we do, we won't take this road."
The shrill voice of the stormvermin echoed throughout the tunnel.
Also, plundering the Ratmen's own supply channels during the war was considered a capital crime for these people. However, the guy's face was not as confident as his words.
Looking at the underground river below, with several small boats floating on it, and the slave rats of the Slippery clan rowing incessantly, Eski seemed to have realized something, and said to the leading storm rat.
"The Slippery Clan must be in contact with you. The supplies of the big shots are transported to the front line through the Slippery Clan, but we are just poor people who don't have money to take a boat."
"I just accidentally intercepted the big clan and wanted to kill them. After all, although you lost those Tregaras, we only have more than 700 people."
"Even if there is an engineer warlock among them, he will be surrounded by a large number of armored rats."
"But don't you know that any spell caster can eliminate thousands of rats in this environment?"
Every time Eski said another word, Storm Rat's expression became worse. He let out a violent scream to stop the engineering warlock's words, and then took out his waist knife and dagger.
"Do you think you can scare me with words like this?"
"Stubborn."
The engineer warlock stopped talking and just placed the newly made rune two-handed sword in front of himself.
The waist knife attacked, but it was quickly deflected by the engineer warlock's two-handed sword. Although he had never learned anything, the engineer warlock was surprised to find that he was unexpectedly very proficient in close combat.
Two-handed weapons have the fastest attack speed among all weapon types.
Under the siege of so many ratmen, Eski, who was still a newbie, was inevitably stabbed by a spear from the right.
As the first breach appeared, breach after breach appeared, and more weapons fell on the exposed white fur of the engineer warlock.
The rat who had stabbed the engineering warlock with his spear from the beginning suddenly felt something was wrong with his hand.
"It hurts, you bastards."
A glimmer of light seemed to flash between Eski's hands, and the green light on the sword flashed around for a while. The chests of the four approaching rat men were cut open, and their living and beating hearts leaked out. .
At this time, everyone realized that all the attacks on the engineering warlock just caused wounds the size of rice grains, and the wounds were still healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Another burst of green light flashed around Esky like a storm, and the chests of the approaching rats were cut open to reveal their precious organs.
Seeing such a scene, even the bravest rats were frightened and backed away.
The engineering warlock took out the still-beating things from the chest of the rat that collapsed on the ground with his heart exposed, raised it to his head, and crushed it.
The white fur was bathed in blood, but at the same time, the engineer warlock also felt the power.
There is no altar of Kane on the ground, but the activity and joy of the red runes on his hands still tell the engineering warlock the joy of the God of Murder.
Before Eski could continue fighting with them, a large group of objects shot out of the air and struck towards Eski.
Perhaps the previous strengthening gave the engineer warlock powerful dynamic vision. He immediately saw that these were stones thrown by the rats from behind with slings.
But those stones seemed to be possessed by something, and none of them hit the engineering warlock.
The engineering warlock didn't understand what was happening at first, but the burning white runes on his right paw made him understand that maybe it was the effect of Lilith's bath water.
"Is it invalid remotely?"
Is it a battle shield in Grail magic or a special protection on the table?
Eski, who no longer thought about those things, went straight to the leading storm rat. He could already smell the fear secreted by the rats around him.
The Storm Rat was still retreating, blocking the Clan Rat in front of him, but the Engineer Warlock was obviously faster than him. The charging Engineer Warlock was like a white stream of light.
The red light in the scarlet eyes remained in the eyes of the clan rats. The next moment, they only felt pain in their waists, and the entire rats fell downwards.
The rats standing in front of Storm Rat were quickly cut in half, and the white figure had already arrived in front of him.
The contents of the gland had been sprayed out, and he remembered to take out the waist knife in his hand to block the giant sword in the monster's hand, but as if the sword was not a mortal existence, it passed through directly. He resisted the waist knife.
There was a sharp pain from his left shoulder to his abdomen, and the Storm Rat fell down weakly.
The severe pain made his consciousness clear, and he saw his body still standing on the same spot.
It turned out that he was split into two pieces by a sword from his left shoulder.
Before he lost consciousness, the green rune sword came straight towards his head.
"Your leader is dead. Surrender, or die?"
The engineering warlock raised the head of the storm rat high and looked around at the rats around him.
Esky twitched his nose. The smell of fear here was so strong that a fear smell contamination factory could be opened here.
Sure enough, with the appearance of this smell, the surrounding rats put down their weapons one after another, and there was a sound of metal colliding on the ground.
A flash of contempt flashed in the eyes of the white-haired rat. These rats were really funny, but it was the wild beasts that caused more casualties.
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Dividing line
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"Who sent you here?"
Continuing on the way to the Slippery Clan's stronghold, Esky boredly whipped the largest black-haired rat he had just captured. The newly captured slave rats around him were licking the blood scabs on his body that had dried into black.
He didn't really intend to ask anything, he just enjoyed beating the prisoner.
However, the prisoners did not seem to agree with his approach.
Soon, a black-haired rat spoke.
"We have been robberies here. Due to the light here, all the teams will stop, which is very suitable for ambushes. The armies of the big shots always use underground rivers and will not use land passages."
Of course, the engineering warlock knew this. He had already said it when he was fighting the Storm Rat. That guy's head was still stuck on a pole in front of the convoy.
So Eski continued to whip his former subordinates with the scaly whip, or rather the severed tail of the leader of the Stormvermin.
"Nonsense, you are clearly hired by someone with malicious intent to attack the great engineering warlock."
So, this game, which was more like deliberate torture than interrogation, continued like this.
When the three rats, who were kneeling with their backs to the engineering warlock, were covered in bloodstains, and the black-haired rats were about to turn into red rats, the entire marching team finally saw, no, to be precise, smelled civilization. Mark of.
Esky's sensitive nose has followed the breeze swimming in the underground passage and smelled the smell further away.
The unique stench of the fur of unbathed rats, the smell of roasted rats, the smell of metal, the smell of rusty metal, and the alluring aroma of burning warpstone, all indicate that the Slippery Clan's stronghold is not far away.
Sure enough, after passing three more forks in the road, green lights of civilization appeared in front of Eski's eyes.
Warpstone powder is mixed with fuel to make illuminated braziers. Engineers, no, all engineers of the Skryre clan have always been saddened by such wasteful behavior.
But after walking in underground passages with no traces of civilization for such a long time, this clumsy thing seemed familiar.
After showing his engineering order to the rat guarding the gate, Eski led his men straight to the slave market.
In other words, it is the only market in this small place.
Since slaves are the only currency in rat society besides warpstone, although it is said to be a slave market, it is actually a place where slaves are used as currency to exchange everything.
Except for the more than thirty specially selected Storm Rats and the strongest Clan Rats, the Engineer Warlock planned to replace the other captives with something more practical.
After a period of searching, Eski finally found a store with a large inventory before the slaves starved.
Although the shop is located in a cave on the rock wall and is located in a relatively remote place away from the port, the weapons and shields stacked at the door are the best proof of their strength.
The engineering warlock said as he woke up the clan rat sleeping soundly at the door of the shop.
"I will sell these slaves in exchange for spears and shields."
"A shield for one slave, and a spear for two slaves."
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, the clan rat stroked the pain on his cheek and said to the untouchable white-haired rat in front of him.
"Take a good look, my slaves are all so strong. I just caught them, and you're offering such a price!?"
Esky's high-pitched voice of hidden rage echoed throughout the store.
After a while, a dozen black-haired rats appeared inside. They looked at the larger number of rats outside and stood there with trembling legs and feet. The whole room was full of fear.
"The price has nothing to do with me. It's all set by our clan leader. If I sell it too low, I won't be able to keep my skin."
The clan rat trembled and squirted out all the fear liquid, exposing his neck to show respect to the engineering warlock, but still firmly finished his words.
The engineer warlock looked at the lines on their faces and saw that they belonged to an unknown clan.
Although it is not impossible to rob them directly, it is not easy to cause trouble on their territory if they have to hire ships from the Slippery Clan.
In the final transaction, more than 1,700 slaves were exchanged for almost all of their weapons inventory. Eski then went to the store where the dimension stone was traded and also exchanged all the remaining captives at a price that cost Eski a heartache. Became a dimension stone.
On the pier, the Slippery Clan-style boats, rowed by slave rats, could only carry about fifty rats each, but for the comfort of navigation, Eski decided to carry twenty rats per boat.
This cost almost half of the price of the slave just sold.
For the Slippery Clan, the fifty boats needed to be turned around for a while. By the time the boats started moving, Eski had already fallen asleep in the cabin with the young white rat due to exhaustion.
