Seeing the engineering warlock's obedience, the great engineering warlock nodded with satisfaction.
"Okay, go do your thing, and the three factories in the Southwest District will be yours."
With that said, he returned to the cushion made of fine linen that he had placed far away, and he lay on it, as if he didn't care about the existence of his subordinate Eski at all.
The engineering warlock turned back and curled his lips.
Under his second vision, he could see clearly that the Great Engineer Warlock's whole body was exuding fluctuations of chaotic energy, and he had obviously set up a defense for himself.
Test? It's really a low-level method, making him look like he's not a mage.
Just as the engineering warlock was thinking this, a black shadow suddenly appeared next to the great engineering warlock.
The dark green blade stagnated in the air, and the great engineering warlock caught the uninvited guest.
Eski's brain was in complete confusion.
What a professional assassin! But doesn’t it take more than a thousand years for the Essin clan to return?
His mind was confused, but the engineer's body acted before his mind. The light on the staff flashed, and a split-body destruction immediately hit the assassin's right leg.
Different from the same spell that tortured the prisoner before, this time, the sharp electric blade seemed to be rapidly disintegrating livestock, shaving the flesh of the assassin's leg into a piece of white bone.
"Great Great Engineer Warlock, are you okay?"
the engineer asked.
"No, you go down first."
Eski had no intention of disobeying the Grand Engineer Warlock's order, but still stared at the assassin curiously.
Esky has faintly smelled the smell of fear, which was emanating from the rat, which meant that the rat was not a member of the Essien clan, but why did he have such superb assassination skills?
Walking into the elevator, this question still lingered in the engineer's mind. It wasn't until he saw his subordinates that he calmed down a little.
Following the rats who led the way, the group came to a part of the downstream area. The lights here were still bright, but the river water beside them was filled with various pungent smells.
The elf seemed to be going crazy, and immediately ran to the supply truck to look for the breathing filter that had been left there.
Eski couldn't help but laugh out loud. There was actually an inexplicable and strange expectation in the city of the Skaven - the Skryre clan just wanted the streets to be tidy enough. That was to prevent the transportation of goods. The odor was not one of the factors that had to be removed. .
The three factories were still brightly lit, but Esky didn't feel much distress.
Although the burning dimension stones are already his assets.
Inside the factory, there are several rows of machines arranged neatly.
"The production line is being kept. Is he so conscientious?"
Eski worriedly asked the clan rats around him to check the other two buildings, and the report back turned out to be that the other two buildings were in the same situation.
This great engineering warlock really doesn't fit in with the character of ordinary rat people.
The engineer warlock pinched his chin and thought.
Suddenly, he thought of something. He took a strong, but not too young-looking rat with brown hair, and asked the engineering warlock.
"How many factories did your master leave behind?"
Eski asked.
He suddenly realized that some engineering warlocks had died here, so maybe this factory was left behind by them.
"Sixteen seats."
Really?
He pushed aside the clan rat whom he didn't know very well. He didn't have a pen or paper with him, so he was probably neither an accounting talent nor someone who could copy books.
Looking at the production systems in front of him that seemed to have been running for a long time, the engineering warlock smacked his lips.
"Tsk, are you trying to get a lucky number to give me these? Forget it, anyway, I got three factories for free, which is not bad."
As he spoke, he looked around at the factory that already belonged to him.
Since the Ratmen's use of warpstone is still very crude, the factory's mechanical power supply cannot use warpstone energy.
The Rat Sect still uses a boiler, which is different from the ones used to boil water in human history. It uses a magic circle to "ignite" the dimensional stone to convert the energy it escapes into something like dimensional lightning, and then Use this part of the ability to drive the factory machinery through the transmission structure.
Although the instantaneous output of energy is enough to run the factory, most of the energy is actually dissipated, and the speed at which the warpstone is consumed becomes extremely terrifying.
Even the richest engineering wizard would have difficulty affording such a machine.
So, so far, the Skaven machines are actually powered by slave rats.
The engineer warlock now also saw several slave rats running in the large "hamster wheel". As their speed increased and decreased, the indicator lights on the side also flickered on and off.
The skinny body of the slave rat makes the engineer warlock doubt whether he will soon lose some of his slave rat assets.
Thinking of this, Eski picked up the staff and waved it, and the green air gathered into the belly of the running slave rat.
The substances continuously generated by these winds of life are enough for them to not be hungry for three days.
More power sources must be provided, Esky thought.
He could not replenish the slave rats' ever-hungry stomachs every day.
Windmill or waterwheel? There is no wind underground, and the flowing river water is full of waste and waste. The blades of the vertical waterwheel will soon get stuck, and the efficiency of the ordinary waterwheel is too low.
Do we still have to rely on slave rats after all?
Human slaves have entered the vision of engineering warlocks, humans? No, human power is not as good as rat power.
Putting aside the worries about the power system, the engineering warlock started to worry about another thing.
There are no hanging rooms above the factory like in Skaven City. These slaves need to find another place to live, and there is no time to dig a basement.
He casually melted the iron filings on the ground and turned some finished metal ingots into liquid metal. The engineering warlock took them and dropped them on a relatively flat area in the corner of the factory building.
As Anoquayan resonated with the winds of fine metal, they were quickly shaped into two prison cells with fixed wire beds inside.
"Go get some brown fur mats and put them on them."
After giving instructions to the clan rats, the engineering warlock looked at the wizard who kept shaking his body and was obviously quite restless. His white scaly tail whipped on the ground and said.
"You like these slaves so much, do you want me to lock you in too?"
As he spoke, the engineering warlock's hands lit up with yellow light.
"I'll waste some more metal ingots and I'll give you an extra bed."
Eski's mood also became very bad, so he said.
"You're such a bastard."
The elf turned the short knife in his hand and said coldly.
At a glance, such words did not cause any fluctuation on the Engineer Warlock's face. He only saw the Engineer Warlock staring at the runes on his claws and asking.
"How far have you learned magic?
"I can use magic now. I have always been able to use magic tricks skillfully."
As she spoke, the elf condensed a small white ball of light in her hand. Under her second vision, she only slightly changed the nature of the magical wind flowing through her hand.
"Magic?"
Magic in this world refers to spells common to all factions of magic, such as magic bullets. This woman's talent is already considered good for other races.
Is it because the elves' resources are integrated into other better individuals?
The engineering warlock withdrew his gaze from the witch spirits, and suddenly a surge of jealousy and anger toward the elves surged in his chest.
Although we have such good conditions, we waste all our resources on unnecessary things.
Lilith is just pessimistic. From the perspective of the engineering warlock, the main problem of the elves lies with Asuryan and Kane.
pain!
He raised his right paw, and the bright red runes on it were bright red.
Want to kill something! Or not? Irritated, wanting to ruin everything, or not?
"Hey, your condition is so dangerous! The red and blue colors on your body are flashing!"
The Wu Ling's voice seemed to be separated by a layer of liquid in my ears. Although I could hear it clearly, I felt a buzzing noise.
"Blue, Xin Liji. Red, is it Kane? It can't be Khorne anyway."
The engineering warlock's eyes turned blood red. In the blood light, Esky raised his right paw. On it, in addition to the bright red that kept flashing, white light was also shining.
"Since I can be affected by gods, why can't I be affected by magical energy?"
The grumpy engineer took out his whip and began whipping the nearest slave rat.
Even in this case, the cherishment of equipment in the brain still maintained a certain area-those things are very expensive-but the desire to commit violence still could not be controlled, so this desire was vented on the slave rat. On the body.
It is also the slaverat's duty to accept the vents of all classes of ratmen except slaverats.
The smell of blood was smelled in the nose, but it was not a fishy smell. Esky could only smell a strange aroma. The energy in the body began to surge. It seemed to arrive in a surge, the brain?
Then, the thoughts in the brain were constantly changing, and even Esky himself couldn't react.
The speed of such a conversion was too much to cope with, so Esky simply stopped thinking.
At some unknown moment, the white-haired rat felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his body felt cold. The wind that passed through the factory building blew against his body, moving all the hair on his body.
Where are my clothes?
Before Eski could check, he only heard the elf's voice in his ears.
"Stop it, stop it from now on, Eski Ivo, thinking is a very dangerous thing."
After dazing for a while, the engineer warlock realized that his eyes had been open all along, but now they were back to focus.
Glancing around, he saw that the human slaves had been put into cages according to gender, and the rats were far away and did not dare to come forward.
Looking back to the elf, Esky understood a little bit.
Those rats were wary of this "loyal", powerful, pointy-eared bodyguard who had no idea what he was talking about, so they didn't dare to come up and assassinate their master.
He lowered his head and found that his clothes were taken off at some point.
The white robe was thrown on the table of the machine tool, and it felt like it was stained with engine oil made from rat man's grease, as well as iron filings.
What's more important is that something is painted on the chest with a red rune, drawn by cutting the skin. This rune looks like Kane's rune no matter how you look at it.
The engineer warlock, who was easily identified, once again turned his attention to the wizard spirit.
"The power of the Lord of Change is too strong. It's in your brain. Only after drawing this magic circle, the bright red energy that should belong to Kane can suppress that power."
Wu Ling spread his hands and explained.
Hearing this, the engineer warlock suddenly discovered with some hindsight that although the panel still existed, most of the data had become? ? ? With such words, only the column of Hecate's age is still displayed in detail.
Is it the result of Tzeentch being suppressed or even eliminated?
But in this way, it was impossible to clearly judge the strength of the enemy. Thinking of this, Eski even felt a little distressed.
Suddenly, the engineer warlock felt his wet nose twitching, and a foul smell spread to his nose.
Follow the location of the smell, it is a human prison.
Looking at the excrement piled in the corner of the cell, the engineering warlock twitched his eyes and opened the door of the cell, beckoning the slave rat to go in and clean it up.
"Give them two buckets."
With that said, Esky made two more iron toilet seats in the prison and directed the slave rats to place simple iron buckets underneath.
Looking at the slave rats rushing in and out, Eski thought for a while and melted the door of the cage again.
Pulling over the group of rats who understood human language, the engineering warlock said.
"Tell them the translation and say that I have ownership of them and can provide them with this condition. But if they run out of this factory, they will be killed and eaten by other rats."
The engineering warlock observed the expressions of the humans, but found that their attention was not on the translators at all.
All humans are staring at the machines that are still running in the factory.
The engineering warlock turned his head and saw that it was the forging machine that was producing the clan rat breastplate reserve.
Since the power of slave rats is actually much weaker than the power source of human factories in the previous world, this not-so-large machine is continuing to forge what seems to be the embryonic form of a breastplate.
This continuous production capacity seemed to shock the humans in the cage.
Also, most of the human slaves in the underground empire worked as miners until they died. It is estimated that no human has ever been able to observe the factory of the Skryre clan before.
These production equipment are actually quite backward. Except for the electricity generated by rat power and the dimensional stone furnace that did not exist in that world, other things are similar to the machinery and machine tools that humans used in the previous world from the 13th to 15th centuries.
Most of the current ratmen's mechanical knowledge was learned from the dwarves after they conquered the dwarf cities. They have very few inventions of their own. Most of the engineering warlocks are reverse engineering the dwarf technology.
Geniuses like Mosquita who can turn their entire bodies into machines are really rare.
