"Okay, then I'll accept it."
The blue space door flashed past, and a lead box fell in front of him.
Eski opened it, counted thirty-five dimensional coins from it, and handed it into the hands of the slave owner.
Then the engineering warlock took the chains around the slave's neck from his hand and pulled it into his own hand.
"Then, from now on, these slaves belong to me."
The engineering warlock said, and the other party put away the bag containing the dimension stone, showed his palm and slowly backed away, and suddenly disappeared into the crowd at an extremely fast speed.
Esky raised his eyebrows, no wonder this guy didn't bring a guard.
As the ships of the Slippery Clan came in one by one to unload their cargo, the number of clan rats and slave rats belonging to Eski became more and more numerous on the dock, so much so that they soon blocked the rat pack for trade.
The leader, the Storm Rat, who had just surrendered to the Med clan a month ago, immediately followed the engineering warlock.
"The troops have been assembled and are just waiting for the order from Master Engineer Warlock."
However, his flattery did not go down well with the engineering warlock.
"Go away, I need you to report?"
The engineering warlock put the staff on his neck, and the sharp blade on it almost cut his skin.
"Where are the original leaders?"
The white-haired rat, which is a head shorter than the storm rat, speaks rat-human language with a cold murderous intent.
"They are just clan rats. The weak should obey the strong by nature."
The Storm Rat was frightened by the powerful magical energy and showed an aura of fear, but hesitantly answered the Engineer Warlock's question.
He was immediately slapped on the face by the engineering warlock, and the sharp claws left blood marks on his face, but this made him cover his face and become more submissive.
"Yes, yes, humble slave, immediately find the original slave for the great master."
After returning to the team, it seemed that after communicating with the other Storm Rats for a while, a dozen Clan Rats who looked physically injured were pointed at the Engineer Warlock.
Then, they all took out their whips and began to vent the humiliation they had received from the Engineer Warlock on the other clan rats.
The engineering warlock didn't bother to care about them, and gave new orders to the clan rats who were used to it - to lead the team to follow the engineering warlock to the headquarters of the Skrei clan in the city.
While walking on the road, Wu Ling suddenly spoke, her body getting closer to the human slaves, and her eyes staring directly at them.
"Why did you buy these monkeys?"
The wizard asked the engineering warlock, but his eyes continued to scan the human body.
"Monkeys? I thought you didn't call them that here."
The engineer warlock sneered and glanced at the witch spirits - in the world of 40K, the elves always called humans monkeys.
The same attitude is not surprising. Elves have many reasons to look down on humans, but the engineering warlocks did not expect that the elves in the Middle Ages were also called monkeys.
Esky glanced at the bodies of the seven humans again and continued.
"At worst, it can be used as food for feeding young rats. Although I am not sure whether human meat has a fortifying effect in this era, but as a good neutral carrier, they are an indispensable material for many experiments."
Squeezing the soft long white beard on his chin, the engineering warlock shrugged.
"Furthermore, as a race created by the Ancient Saint, the upper limit of this race is quite high, and it may have many other uses."
Having said this, Eski glanced around at the dirty and pale faces of the human slaves.
Other uses - such as Sigma or something, I wonder if it is possible to create a rat god among humans?
The elf's attention was attracted by a noun.
Ancient Sage?
The birth year of mice is definitely not as old as elves, but...
"I don't know many of the things you said. Although this is knowledge that most elves don't know, they should also be unknown to the ratmen."
There was a questioning flavor in the wizard's words, but compared to him more than a month ago, Druzil's words had become quite tactful, and his tone had also become quite soft.
Seeing such a tone, Eski smiled and patted the wizard's waist. The wizard was so shocked that he jumped forward more than ten feet and said again.
"Who knows, maybe I am the reincarnation of the Ancient Saint? For example, I said that the Ogre is actually the closest to perfect work of the Ancient Saint. Do you believe it?"
As he spoke, blue light appeared, and a tall blue figure that looked dirty and vulgar appeared in front of the road.
"Ogre? I've only seen this kind of thing in books."
Wu Ling shook her head. She would never think that this kind of thing would be a nearly perfect creation.
"When I have a chance, I can take you..."
The engineering warlock suddenly swallowed what he wanted to say, frowned tightly, and stopped in place.
Listening to the buzzing of the slaves behind, Eski finally realized something was wrong. He had no idea what the humans were mumbling behind.
"Speaking of which, what language do humans speak? I don't know it at all."
The engineering warlock turned to ask the witch spirit, but he only shook his head. After all, the witch spirit didn't even know foreign languages.
Turning his head and staring at the slaves who had inexplicable expressions of fear and confusion on their faces, the engineering warlock scratched his scalp angrily, leaving a dozen white hairs in his claws.
"If they are mage, I can also communicate with them in magic language."
As he spoke, he looked at these primitive-looking humans wearing simple animal skin clothes and complained in an appointed tone.
"Damn it, I need to go to the slave market specifically."
The marching team, which was preparing to anchor on the spot, immediately changed direction - the slave market and the Skry clan's headquarters were not in the same place at all.
After more than an hour of searching, they passed through the territories of several clans. Amidst the concessions and silent march of the other parties, the engineering warlock and his party finally arrived at the slave trading market.
Many rats are bringing slaves here to exchange the goods they need, and there are also many shops with thin and slaves who have not yet become thin in front of them.
Walking to the area where the slaves were most densely packed, Eski called on the Storm Rats to lift themselves up.
At the same time, the engineer warlock has set up a dimensional stance for himself. Who knows whether these newly cast Storm Rats will make a sneak attack.
The business of the rat people in the square was affected, and most of the eyes were focused on this side. The engineering warlock who saw this situation came out from the mouth of the magic amplified sharp rat language.
"I am the engineer warlock of Clan Skryre, the great Eski Ivo. Who can speak the language of these hairless monsters? I need a clan rat."
Many slave rats' eyes shone brightly, and they lowered their heads as if against their master's wishes.
With the help of the wind of heaven, this series of details were noticed by the engineering warlock. There were about thirty people in total, and the clothes on their bodies were also intact.
Perhaps their clan was destroyed in the war, and they were caught by other clans on the way back and treated as deserters before being made slaves?
The strongest one is a clan rat who is a little over 16 meters tall. His owner is preparing to trade in a fabric store.
Under the gaze of the slave owner, Eski took out a handful of dimensional coins, about twenty or thirty.
The slave owner heard what he just said clearly.
His eyes intersected with the slave rat several times, and then his eyes flashed across the engineering warlock's staff and the huge army outside. Although the greed in his eyes did not shrink at all, he finally accepted the money.
After buying three more less strong rats, in the silence of the engineering warlock, all the rats were silent together, but their tails lashed restlessly as they continued on the road to the Skryre clan's station.
"How did you learn?"
On the way, Esky suddenly asked, and the relatively small one behind him spoke first.
"Before, my tribe represented the Supreme Council of the camp to negotiate with these hairless dogs, and I learned a little bit."
Have you learned a little?
The engineer warlock looked at him deeply and withdrew his gaze from him.
The learning ability of the rat people is actually very strong. Their short life span and eternally exciting hormones allow them to absorb information at the fastest speed among many races.
On the one hand, due to physiology, and on the other hand, rats are eager to master, or possess, more gadgets, and knowledge is also one of these gadgets.
Although most rat people do not have the opportunity to receive cultural education.
"Very well, help me translate with them. Ask them which tribe they are from."
Eski's "reuse" of this rat immediately aroused the glares of several other slaves who were already dissatisfied with him for being the first to flatter him.
The engineer warlock looked at that posture, hoping to give him a good look after all the slave owners were gone.
The short slave didn't seem to notice this, or maybe his attention was focused on questioning or translating.
After a brief exchange of lips and tongues, the short guy turned around, tilted his head and exposed his neck to the engineering warlock.
"He said he was from the tribe of Ammon, and so were these three males and this female, and the two females were from the tribe of Tulayman."
The engineering warlock's expression remained unchanged, and he slowly uttered a word.
"ability?"
Only this time, the slave rat did not go back to communicate with the human slaves, and immediately responded to the engineering warlock.
"One storm rat, the others are clan rats."
"WTF?"
The engineering warlock almost choked on his own saliva. He had never heard of such words to describe human beings. Perhaps it was out of the mage's instinct. He quickly calmed down and asked again.
"What does it mean that one professional fights and the others are drafted during the war?"
"Yeah."
The slave rat buried his head deeper, almost as if he wanted to stretch his neck to express his respect for the engineering warlock.
The engineering warlock moved his neck and pinched his beard from time to time.
Ratmen are always very excited due to hormones, and human slaves seem to be useless, so the engineer warlock is already quite irritable.
but……
Eski took a long breath. Thinking about it, if there was a mage among them, the price wouldn't be this much.
At this time, his hand was always on the engineer warlock's shoulder.
"What are you going to do?"
There seemed to be some other purpose hidden in the Elf's Druzil, but Eski didn't care about that, he just patted the hand and said.
"Keep one male and choose the strongest one to make seeds. Pull the others to make food. Keep the female to propagate the population. If you can't give birth anymore, pull them to make food."
Having said this, the engineering warlock lowered his head again as if thinking. He paused for a while before continuing.
"No, the number is too small. We should keep them all, otherwise there will be inbreeding problems. When the number of waiting females is almost there, we can also pull more to make food and eliminate the inferior species."
The wizard's eyes wandered and turned to the slaves again.
she said.
"Monkeys are good as pets and slaves. It would be a waste to kill them for meat. Let's make them my slaves."
The engineer warlock was so frightened that he almost broke his neck, and he shouted repeatedly.
"Monkey, slave? What's wrong with you?"
Noticing his gaffe, Eski rearranged his appearance. After finishing, he softly spoke to Wu Ling.
"Let's go see my colleagues first, the people of the Skry clan."
Hecate lowered her head to look at him, then raised her head again, as if nothing had happened just now, and continued walking beside Esky.
After passing through several paths hanging on the rock wall, we finally came to a wide area downstream of the river. There were unknown white objects and stones here, which should be regarded as the factory buildings of the Skry clan. s things.
Next to that, there is actually a small pier and a dozen berths large enough to berth ships. However, perhaps because of the dozens of storm rats guarding the pier, there are no ships that do not fly the flag of the Skryre clan. Dare to come near this place.
Beside the identical factory buildings, Esky found a rock wall enclosed by a metal gate. When he walked there, he saw guards.
"I am Esky, the Engineer Warlock."
He took out his engineering order, and the guard immediately lowered his head and exposed his neck.
This is what makes the members of the Skullie clan unique. Their residence must be in a special place in the factory area, such as the upper floor of the largest factory or the strange-shaped building next to the factory.
It seems that only in this way can the great and unique characteristics of the engineering warlock be imprinted in the hearts of every passing rat.
"Great Master Engineer, Great Engineer Trabb allows you to go in alone."
After waiting for a while, there was a loud and harsh sound of movement between metal parts, and the door on the rock wall slowly opened.
Eski finally waited for the passage permission, but the army and slaves could not follow him in.
"Can."
Esky waved his hand, holding his staff and stepping onto the carpets that seemed to be made of rat-man furs. After he was completely inside, the door suddenly closed.
The engineer warlock immediately clamped his tail and used his claws to confirm whether it was still alive.
There is a lesson.
All mechanical doors produced by the Skullie clan have one characteristic: they open very slowly and close very quickly.
Many unknown rats lost their tails because of this series of similar speed changes when they first came to the highly mechanized building of the Skryre clan.
From then on, he became a tailless rat that was looked down upon by the rats.
After entering the door, you are greeted by a stone passage, decorated with green electric lights.
There were not many electric lights that were not enough to illuminate the passage in the distance. Even through the observer, Esky did not know how deep the passage was and how many rooms there were behind it.
However, it seems that he doesn't need to know.
The rats who led the way pulled him to one side of the passage, where there was a completely hollowed-out passage.
Looking along the observer, he found an elevator, which he would probably take to go to the private domain of the Great Engineer Warlock.
The guide mouse's etiquette was relatively good. He asked the engineering warlock to get on the elevator first, while he stood outside and controlled the thing alone.
As it pulled the lever, the environment in the elevator immediately changed from a lot of light to almost complete darkness.
After the dark, claustrophobic, and uncomfortable elevator ride, the smell of rotten, musty wood became as if it was highly toxic.
The entire elevator shook violently.
The number of floors above the elevator showed that it stayed at 39.
Everything in front of the engineering warlock also became extremely bright, just like daytime on the surface of the earth.
The drastic changes in the intensity of the light made it temporarily impossible for the engineering warlock to open his eyes, and he could only walk out slowly with his legs.
Then, he heard a voice that didn't sound old, a powerful and sharp voice of a rat.
"Eski, the last time I saw you was at Alclin's place. You were still an engineering apprentice, and now you are sent to the front line?"
As soft footsteps covered by fleshy pads approached step by step, the engineering warlock opened his eyes and saw clearly the great engineering warlock in red robes before him.
His body was full of the smell of chemicals, and the strong smell of metal on his body made Eski suspect that he had just finished some experiments before coming down to negotiate with him.
"The decision of the Chief Engineer Warlock."
Esky tilted his head and said.
"I had a conflict with Alclin and caused some minor damage."
When the great engineering warlock heard the words "not very important", he glared at Eski with a bit of anger and coldness in his eyes, and then immediately stopped and said.
"Really? It doesn't matter."
As he spoke, he walked over to a circle with intertwined claw marks drawn in the middle, and the names of many clans written in pencil on both sides.
As for why it is the name of the clan, it is because Eski clearly saw the name of the Skry clan.
"I want you to serve as a member of the Supreme Council of the camp, so that the position of the Skryre clan will increase to three seats."
Pointing to the seat at the bottom, the great engineering warlock of Trabb said to Eski.
"Being a councilor? The clan is so short of people? Then we won't be needed for frontline support?"
Esky frowned. Engaging in politics would consume a lot of his energy. Moreover, if engaging in politics could not avoid going to the front line, he would suffer twice.
"Of course we will support it, if everyone in the parliament agrees."
The tone of Trabb's great engineering warlock revealed seriousness and a hint of gloom.
The implication seems to be that if the engineer warlock does not go, he is likely to be targeted by the Supreme Council.
"Is that so? Then I'll go."
The Eski engineer warlock immediately lowered his head and then stepped back more than ten feet.
The Great Engineer Warlock patted his robe, as if dusting off the red robe, and said.
"I will help you prepare for the duel ceremony tomorrow. What you want to fight for is the 7th seat. That is a newly filled warlord. I will have someone poison him. You can kill him easily."
There was no negative opinion at all about the despicable method of poisoning, but when the words came to the next sentence, the tone of the great engineering warlock suddenly became heavy.
"The problem is the challengers."
The green eyes of the Great Engineer Warlock were fixed on the green observer lenses.
The duel ceremony is not just about killing the original members, but also requires defeating some guys who dare to challenge in the next 13 hours of the horned rat.
"The 7th seat, this kind of position doesn't matter at all. I thought it was the 3rd or 10th seat."
Esky raised his head, his tone was frivolous, and he did not take any possible challenger seriously.
The rat man's seat ranking is not based solely on numerical order, but on which seats are farthest from the 13th seat on the round table.
Although the local assembly does not leave a seat for the Horned Rat, the 13th seat is still a symbol of the most distinguished chief, and the 6th and 7th seats are the two least important seats on the round table.
Esky even began to wonder if the old man was deliberately retaliating.
"First get the position of a member of parliament, and then you can manipulate the ranking later."
The engineering warlock stomped the staff in his hand heavily, and pressed his fingers under the statue of the horned rat on the staff. As he spoke, he suddenly took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket, covered his mouth and coughed violently.
It’s like you’re about to die. You’re old and immortal, are you acting with me?
I don't believe that a great engineering warlock with the elixir of life would behave like this.
The Eski engineer warlock cursed in his heart while continuing to behave well on the surface.
"Yes, yes, great engineer warlock, I will win the 7th seat."
As if he couldn't stand the frivolity in Eski's tone, the sharp horn of the Great Horned Rat statue on the staff in the hand of the Great Engineer Warlock was pointed at Eski Engineer Warlock.
The frivolous expression on Eski's engineering warlock's face immediately disappeared, replaced by the same numb expression without any emotion as the great engineering warlock in front of him.
"You should show me respect."
The great engineering warlock continued to push forward.
Eski exposed his neck and forced out a few drops of fear from his glands, but this was enough to satisfy this senior engineering warlock.
