"In this case, I will give you a happy experience."
Eski looked at the many rats in pain and raised the sword in his hand.
As if taking a walk, he walked to the side of the Storm Rat with a long sword stuck in his neck. The magic sword gradually dissipated under Esky's touch.
Looking at the twitching rats on the ground, the engineer warlock strolled up to them and held the dagger curled on his tail in his hand.
Lifting the scalps of those rats, blood would flow out from the unresisting heads.
"Dead souls have no value. Your souls cannot rest in peace. They are devoured in the eternal realm of the horned rat. Being born as rat people is already your original sin."
Seeing this appearance of the Rat Man's body, one can not only feel the Rat Man's physical pleasure.
A rat like Eski can still imagine that if his head is cut off, he will look at the blood flowing on the blade as if it will never dry up.
The engineering warlock also understands the current situation.
The thirst for killing is getting stronger and stronger. The Klan will not be interested in the caster, so it must come from Kane.
but.
They couldn't do more delicate work, and they couldn't take out their hearts and sacrifice them to Kane under the watchful eyes of the Gray Prophet.
He carried more than twenty heads and piled them on the ground to form a cushion made of heads.
The Gray Prophet squinted his eyes and looked at everything below. This behavior was really similar to a certain group recorded in books.
But that kind of group will not favor a mage, especially a rat mage.
But in the second sight, the young engineering warlock just borrowed some magical wind.
That's not unusual.
All rat mages have some knowledge of something other than their own magic.
For example, their Gray Seers will study the stars and related winds of heaven on the high tower.
Forget it, it doesn't matter, even if it was the one who took action, he, a little gray prophet, wouldn't dare to offend him.
Otherwise, there will be no explanation for having your head chopped off.
As for reporting it to the Prophet Lord? Don't be kidding, the Prophet Lord always likes the governor to solve the problems in the jurisdiction, and his good students who have long wanted to be Gray Prophets will also support this decision very much.
On the skull base, the figure of the engineering warlock looked quite thin.
Previously, Eski, who would only reach adulthood in two years, was only 1.6 meters tall, which could not arouse fear even among clan rats.
But it is this engineering warlock and the head under his tail that make many rats afraid to enter.
Time passed little by little, and no new challenger entered until the bell on the tower rang.
The round table of the parliament on the high platform was filled with stacks of papers.
While Eski's duel ceremony was going on, the congressmen were not idle, rushing to pass possible bills.
Although this approach made the great engineering warlock look very unhappy.
"As for the task of conquering the human tribe in area N36, leave it to the engineering warlocks of the Skry clan."
This is the 11th Councilor, Nogloost, the commander in charge of frontline operations. Since his clan is just a warlord clan, his rank is not too high.
The target of Nogloost's words was directed at the great engineering warlock in the first seat. Looking at Trab's unkind expression, he continued.
"It just so happens that the Skryre clan also needs industrial raw materials there."
The warlord's red eyes stared closely at Trabu's artificial "green eyes", which were the lenses of the observer, but he could not see the emotions of the great engineering warlock from behind.
He didn't mean to observe these freaks, it was just a personal habit.
However, this feeling was the same as the cold feeling brought to him by the sword and shield.
In a daze, the engineer warlock said in a voice that had almost no emotional changes and even lacked the rat-man's unique refrain, as if he was making a statement rather than responding.
"The Skryre clan only provides combat support. This is decided by the thirteen-member council. We should not be responsible for frontal combat."
Nogloost narrowed his scarlet eyes, and a bright red light appeared from them, and then refracted towards the 13th seat sitting at the head, which was the Gray Prophet Staden.
The previous temptations relied on the attitude of the Gray Prophet.
But now, the Gray Prophet said nothing, and continued to look at the various details on the bill as if nothing at the round table had anything to do with him, and from time to time he would pick up the dimensional stone snuff and take a puff.
There was nothing he could do, his mouth had already been opened, Nogloost turned around and said to Trabb again.
"Maintaining the front line and maintaining the offensive against Cripple Peak has occupied most of the troops. Shouldn't the engineer warlock at the rear contribute to the Horned Rat?"
The great engineering warlock stopped talking. After the engineering warlock was killed on the battlefield, Skulli was alone in the camp council.
A clan leader who is loyal to Skulli and the Great Engineer Warlock himself only have two votes. The Gray Prophet now has four votes. For reasons of faith, the advantage of attracting other votes is greater than that of Skulli. .
Previously, it was because of this that they were not allowed to send troops to fight in parts of the northern part of Nagashzar.
Nearly a thousand of the elites under the Great Engineering Warlock have been lost, not to mention the cannon fodder. Even the Great Engineering Warlock is distressed enough.
The legacies of other engineering warlocks that he had swallowed before were almost half consumed.
Now in the meeting, because the great engineering warlock wants to replenish members of his clan, he cannot raise objections.
The other eleven bastards won't be able to defect until tomorrow.
As the meeting continued, a lot of time passed below.
The tail under the engineering warlock's skull seat has begun to slap the ground and the flesh of the heads extremely impatiently, but these dead things obviously cannot bring Esky the response of living things.
The imitation Screaming Bell seems to be ringing soon.
The parliament above was still chattering, chattering vaguely about something.
This irritating noise forced Esky to temporarily block his ears with magic to slightly reduce the irritability in his heart.
But, hasn’t the time come yet?
On the round table, the Gray Prophet was still reading what he was holding.
Suddenly, as if he noticed something, he raised his head and looked at the servant serving on the left.
The slave rat, which was well taken care of, had soft hair, and tasted tender meat, held a tray in front of him, with a faint fluorescent green funnel on top.
Among them, there was no gravel left at all.
This also means that the engineering warlock has completed most of the ritual.
"Congratulations, Trabb."
The Gray Prophet stood up, looked at the Great Engineer Warlock, and said.
"If there is no challenger in the next eleven days of the Horned Rat, the position of the 7th Councilor will belong to Skuri."
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===Sorry, I haven’t finished it. It’s been a long time. It’s been three days. I still have 2,000 words left. I’ll write it during the day tomorrow.
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