"The former leader Ikrit is about to launch a coup."
The magic claw tip wrote this sentence in the secret language of the Skry clan, and Eski put the letter paper back into the mailbox.
Seeing the two people still arguing, the engineering warlock pretended that nothing happened and let the mouse go.
Even if he doesn't say it, the great engineering warlocks will have other channels, at least to ensure the unity among the frontline engineering warlocks.
"Engineer Warlock, I don't know if you are willing to serve in the War Council. Let that fool's Camp Supreme Council go to hell."
Ikrit, who was talking to the leader of the Plague clan, suddenly turned around and asked.
"certainly."
The white-haired rat replied quickly.
Ikrit patted his shoulder with satisfaction, and Esky glanced over. A mark belonging to Rickeke was placed, no, it seemed to be engraved on the robe on his shoulder.
"Six thousand elite clan rats will be sent to you soon, as well as a storm rat camp."
As soon as the old warlord finished speaking, he was immediately involved by the leader of the Evil Epidemic Clan.
He took the old warlord's paw and pointed to the battle on the distant hill.
"The Staden people can't hold on any longer, and the Match Monster will bring their matches down."
Looking at the mountain top again, the scene there is still the same as before.
The soldiers of the Gray Prophet continued to gather on a front line, and then dispersed like beans scattered on the ground. They were defeated, retreated, gathered, and were defeated again, and this process continued.
However, it is still different from before.
Although those undead soldiers could not inflict more casualties on the fleeing ratmen, they relied on their mechanical marching movements to take advantage of the time when the ratmen fled again and again to push the front line down the mountain step by step. go.
Now their front line is the last line of defense near the foot of the mountain.
"There are enough slaves to escape."
Ikrit asked.
"No problem. Staden's failure will be reported all the way back to Skaven Castle."
The Plague clan rat scratched his scalp, temporarily stopping the itching that was about to start at any moment.
He had just seen enough and strong rats escaping underground from the surrounding tunnels. Among those people, there must be mercenaries brought by Staden.
Given how cunning these things are, they will definitely slip away and spread the information on the battlefield to all the Skaven along the way.
"Preparing to take over the battle, Storm Rat drives away the fleeing minions and attracts Stickman's stick figures into the newly created killing hole."
After waving his hand, Ikrit pulled out his saber.
The green runes make it still look like brand new. This time, we will use it to dismantle the match skeletons.
Stickman Monster's men have breached the Eighth Mine, which means that more than half of the left wing's path to the Skaven underground fortress has been opened.
Nowadays, many underground tunnels are crowded with stick figures.
However, it was at this time that Nagash would not have thought that dear Ikrit had prepared a killing cave for him, a burial place for his stickman.
"Great Ikrit, I will resign first. I still have purchasing business to do before the camp council convenes."
Eski lowered his head and resigned first. He did not want to get involved in a large-scale battle with Nagash.
Ikrit did not respond to him, but the leader of the Plague Clan made a gesture for him to leave.
The old warlord's eyes focused on the figure sitting in a sedan on the hilltop opposite.
Nagash, your old friend is back.
The leader of the Evil Plague clan was so excited that he called on the mouse to send a message to the troops that were about to join the battle, and sent it to the little warlord who had prepared pickaxes and shovels to ambush around the killing hole. That was a reliable mouse.
Time passed little by little, and during this period Esky kept hearing the bells of the Parliament and the constant coming and going of corpse transport teams.
There were no wounded soldiers in this war. Although the war between the Rat Men would not leave any serious casualties, this time, there were not even minor injuries.
By the time Eski saw the old warlord again, he was already on his way back from shopping, escorted by an entire Stormvermin battalion.
Under the escort of the Storm Rat Battalion sent by Iklit, the engineering warlocks and the Witch Spirits advanced slowly. More, a full two thousand slave rats used simple triangular wheelbarrows to push heavy goods to the Skryre Industrial Zone.
The face of the old warlord was stained with a lot of ashes for some unknown reason, turning its originally shiny black fur into gray and dirty.
"I can probably rush out enough full-body armor, but if you need sophisticated enough armor, you need to set up a heat treatment workshop before I can."
Eski hinted that maybe the old warlord's money could allow him to build a heat treatment workshop on the front line?
"It would be great if there was any weapon that could suppress that stickman weirdo."
Ikrit did not reply directly, but instead made a request.
"If I could create a weapon against Nagash, it would be time for me to join the Council of Thirteen."
The engineering warlock shrugged and said that as far as he knew of the equipment so far, there was really no equipment that could kill Nagash.
There is no way he can destroy God.
"The stickman?"
Ikrit was a little skeptical, but he still remembered the engineering warlock's evaluation in his mind, and at the same time lowered the priority of a plan to kill Nagash in his mind.
It is really unreasonable for him, a warlord who just wants to use Cripple Peak's wealth to join the Council of Thirteen, to deal with something that can only be dealt with by the Council of Thirteen.
Let the Council of Thirteen deal with this kind of thing.
However, with that stickman monster existing, can they take away all the dimensional stones under the mountain range?
"You have a lot of dust on you."
"This? This is the ashes left behind by the match thing."
Fire attack? No wonder those corpse transport teams just now had a strong smell of burnt smell on their bodies.
Esky stopped and said again.
"I have received your promise. I will join the War Council and assume all the obligations required by the Council."
"That would be perfect."
With that said, Eski and the old warlord separated at the next intersection. Before parting, the engineer warlock saw a man shrouded in black robes.
No matter how you look at it, it looks like the sewer-running rat of the Essien clan.
However, this group of people is obviously still far away in Cathay and will not return until a thousand years later.
Everything is because I am too young.
Esky sighed inwardly.
He has only been in this world for more than three years. Even though he knows many settings and plots, and can even memorize the timeline, such a short time is still not enough for him to understand even the society of Skaven.
Back at the factory, his mind was still occupied by mixed emotions.
Fortunately, the slave workers have followed his plan, turned the purchased items into finished products and slowly started to install them.
Time is no longer so urgent.
Although he could tell at a glance that most of the clan rats provided by Ikrit were former slave rats and former mercenaries, considering their prices and his own financial situation.
This can be regarded as a timely help.
There is no need to be picky.
It’s just this factory…
"The number of slave rats has been maintained at two thousand, and the factory needs more slave workers and skilled workers."
The engineering warlock ordered, and after speaking, Eski gave instructions to the clerk.
"Within a month, let these new production equipment operate at full capacity, otherwise, the responsible slaves will be thrown away to feed the animals."
After saying this, he felt inexplicably happy. Is this the pleasure of exploitation? Or is this caused by the sadistic desires of the rat people?
His slaves didn't care what mood their master was in giving the order. Such an order immediately caused suffering to the slave rats - the overseers immediately slapped the whips harder in their hands. , as if this can improve the work efficiency of slaves.
This approach actually slowed down the progress of the slaves. For slaves who were more seriously injured, not to mention serious attrition, their work efficiency also began to drop sharply.
On the eve of Eski's second meeting, less than one-tenth of the work was still completed in the empty new factory.
It's just that the engineering warlock has no time to take care of the situation here. He himself has been invited to the room of the great engineering warlock.
The great engineering warlock was holding a round-bottomed cup made of glass - glass is an expensive material that only engineering warlocks who conduct experiments can afford, and it has become a symbol of nobility - which was filled with black liquid.
Esky smelled it, feeling a sour feeling in his stomach.
That thing seemed to be wine brewed from the black corn in Skaven Mordor.
To be honest, Esky would rather drink the Skaven beer waiting for others than have his senses tortured by black corn again.
"We need to pass those bills."
The great engineering warlock took a sip of wine and pushed a document in front of Esky.
"Frontline Military Industries Promotion Act"
It was written in green rat characters.
Esky briefly opened a few pages, and after discovering that there were only some trivial quotations, he quickly turned the document to the last pages.
Sure enough, there are many tricks here that were not found before.
Many trivial things that Scully needed were unified and summarized in this document called the "Frontline Military Industry Promotion Act."
The content involves various data required for frontline military production in detail. They are all real data and there is no fraud.
However, such data is really too dazzling, so in the last few pages, it has the following proposals: Parliament should provide additional manpower and material resources for mining sites, and strengthen the construction of industrial zones.
At first glance, there is no problem.
But in fact, only the Skuli clan and the vassal clans of Skuli can operate according to standards for mining operations and industrial operations.
It is indeed a very important bill, but at this juncture, is the bill passed by the camp's Supreme Council really still effective?
The transfer of power among the rat people is always full of violence. Even if the clan completes the replacement of the leader in some "peaceful" way, subsequent bloodshed is still inevitable.
"I told you, about Ike..."
Eski reminded him. Unexpectedly, the great engineering warlock just widened his eyes and looked at Eski as if he were looking at a rare animal.
He drank a large gulp of black liquid and spoke in an erratic tone that smelled of alcohol.
"Even if he succeeds tomorrow night, it will take some time to take control of the military and political affairs on the front line. We can just reach a fait accompli during this period. First, we need to obtain parliamentary privileges."
"You are a brainless slave who only knows who is in power now and will only follow the current power."
As he spoke, the great engineering warlock showed a sarcastic smile.
"I see."
Eski lowered his head respectfully and exposed his neck to show respect for the great engineering warlock.
“Aspects about fait accompli.”
The white-haired rat raised his head slightly and asked.
"I will be responsible for this, so you don't have to work too hard."
The great engineering warlock spoke quickly.
Does that mean you won’t even get a sip of soup?
Eski's scarlet eyes flashed slightly. This kind of thing seemed to have happened last time.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Great Engineer Warlock."
The engineering warlock's mouth twitched as he finished speaking, trying hard to prevent the white hair on his body from exploding.
When he left, the stiff smile he had just tried to maintain was still on his lips.
Regardless of any further reaction to the actions of the Great Engineer Warlock, the imitation screaming bell rang once, and the second meeting was about to begin again.
Dragging his staff, the white-haired engineering warlock was the first to come to the parliament. Here, there is only one gray prophet.
The Gray Prophet had completely lost the calmness he had during the last meeting. He held the snuff bottle next to his wet nose with his right paw and sucked it in. However, he did not notice that the dimensional stone snuff powder seemed to have been completely exhausted.
The robe made of gray rat wool also looked messy, as if it had been damaged by the owner of the clothes himself.
In this era without remote calling devices, it would take at least a month for the Skavens to know what happened in the past few days, and it would take about three months for the orders issued by the Skavens to be sent to the front line. time.
But even so, Staden knew very well that he was finished.
After the old guy abdicated more than ten years ago, the position of obtaining the heavenly dimension stone has been competed by a large number of prominent figures.
He, Staden, had only been favored by the Horned Rat a few years ago, so he could stand out among other rats who were not weaker than him and serve as the chairman of the Supreme Council of the camp in the past few years.
Unexpectedly, that old guy...
He completely failed and ruined tens of thousands of elites that even the Council of Thirteen would feel a little heartbroken about - even if many were hired with money, they were still elites.
And that old guy saved the crisis he caused.
He didn't need to step out of the council hall now. He knew that there were countless clans outside plotting his position, his head, and everything about him.
It's like his good students in Skaven City are plotting against him.
When all thirteen members arrived, the Gray Prophet was still immersed in his own world. It was not until the first member shook him that he woke up from a dream.
"Okay, it's time for this meeting to begin."
