Green sparks crackled in the cables, illuminating Esky's protective mask. The engineering warlock stiffly pulled up the cables and connected them together, and then heard the newly purchased attendant outside the door announcing that someone was visiting.
Walking to the entrance of the warehouse, a short storm rat, about a little over 1.7 meters tall, seemed familiar.
"Long time no see, Eski Engineer Warlock."
Storm Rat said hello, and the Engineer Warlock frowned and walked behind him, suddenly smiling.
"You're from the Slippery Clan, I didn't even ask you what your name was at that time."
Eski saw the elixir injection device on the back of Storm Rat, and a newly fallen drop of white liquid was integrating into his blood vessels. Seeing this rare thing, he immediately remembered who this person was.
When he saw the mysterious Storm Rat from the Slippery Clan in the military port, he guessed that this guy was the leader of the Slippery Clan.
"Frisch, Frisch of the Slippery Clan, engineer Eski Ivo."
"I thought that after so long, as an engineer and warlock of the Skry Clan, and as the first councilor on the front line, you would forget about me, a little person from the Slippery Clan."
Stormrat's words contained a rare humility among ratmen. Normally, ordinary rat warlords would brag about their achievements before talking. This unusual tone alone can confirm that this guy is an extraordinary guy.
Eski took off the mask on his face, revealing his red eyes behind the goggles. In his eyes without magical aura, only a faint red light belonging to Skaven shone on the Storm Rat. At the same time, the engineering warlock spoke in an unkind tone.
"Are you laughing at me? With your intelligence capabilities. Coupled with the fact that you can obtain the elixir of immortality of the Skary clan, I know you are definitely not an ordinary person."
After the Storm Rat made a concession gesture, the Engineer Warlock changed his words.
"However, I would like to know how the council at that military port is doing? Have the 30,000 Storm Rats from the Demon City arrived?"
"Just in time, we still have about two days to go."
"Are there any people with scurvy among them?"
Regarding the Engineer Warlock's second question, Storm Rat just looked at him silently with a small smile and said nothing.
The engineering warlock took a sip and carefully observed the attendant behind this guy.
Although the guy was wearing steel armor, it was rusty and even had some damaged openings. Logically speaking, the opponent's armor shouldn't be like this.
So, the request has been revealed for a long time, but I have to say it myself? A familiar, annoying, bureaucracy atmosphere that is not common among rat people.
Compared to the Storm Rats in front of him, the Engineer Warlock actually found the ordinary Skaven who looked like spiteful idiots to be cuter.
Esky followed his messy white hair and smiled at Storm Rat.
"I see that the equipment of your subordinates is very worn out. Let me help you get 10,000 sets of steel equipment. I happen to have some surplus materials here."
"That's so embarrassing. Thank you so much to the engineering warlock."
There was a smile on Storm Rat's face that was hard to tell as a fake smile, and he moved closer to the engineering warlock.
"The Scurvy Clan is coming. I heard that they brought 10,000 Storm Rats and 30,000 Clan Rats. Including servants and baggage, a total of about 60,000 troops are coming here."… .
"Thank you for your message. In about a month, you will receive the 10,000 sets of equipment."
With that said, the engineering warlock greeted the servants to see off the guests, and then got back into the factory.
The number of troops brought by Scurvy was beyond his expectation. If their purpose was just for the ship, they obviously did not need so many troops. Generally speaking, it would take 20,000 clan members to surround and kill a skilled elite spellcaster. mouse.
Are the 60,000 troops trying to grab a piece of fat from the dimensional stone veins on the front line?
Moreover, on that battleship, Eski said bitterly when he thought of the elf mages who were probably still working as pirates on the sea.
"Olilon...you'd better bring me more rewards."
A few hours later, under the attack of the Rikeke clan,
Notified, Eski put down the work in his hands and used teleportation to rush to Rickake's maze-like camp and found his own place, a stone chair roughly padded with rat skin.
Esky looked around at the rats who were seated one by one.
The gray-clothed lord with a bandage on his chest, Versky, the rebel leader who did not cover his face with a black robe, Esiliga, Rui who was already rarely wearing armor but a green robe and bare feet. The leader of the Keck clan, Ikrit.
He glanced at them and then said.
"Have you all received the message?"
"If you mean the army from the great city, we have already received it."
Eshiliga said that his scouts had discovered traces of the Ayutthaya troops in the underground passage.
This is also the reason why he doesn't look too good now. That army is exactly what Eski said, a huge Storm Rat army.
"Not only that, the Scurvy clan also brought 60,000 troops."
Esky opened his mouth to add the newly obtained information, and the faces of the rats present became even more ugly.
"What are the porters doing here? Are they looking for death?"
Ikrit said angrily that when he heard the name of the Scurvy Clan, he felt that these guys, most of whom had scurvy, were provoking.
If there were no troops from Skaven Mordor, he could ensure that he would use the troops in the underground fortress to defeat and recruit the opponent. Almost all the larger warlords knew that the scurvy guys were not suitable for land warfare.
"Our remaining troops now add up to more than 50,000. Even if we control those small clans immediately, we can raise our troops to 150,000. However, those small clans will rebel at any time, and we cannot fight against the large army coming from the Skaven Demon City. "
Eshiliga said that as a secret agent of the Iklit ruling group, he was very aware of the loyalty of the small clans that now obeyed them.
"Can't deal with it? Nonsense!"
Ikrit cursed, but did not look at Eshiliga, but turned his attention to Versky, the only member of the Thirteen-person Council of Skaven Mordor present.
"Wilsky, you are a member of the Council of Thirteen. In any case, you can also control this army from the Demon City. We can all accept your overflowing as the leader."
Wilsky waved his hand weakly, as if the wound was involved, causing him to grimace in pain.
"Actually, according to the news just brought back by my intelligence network, this army is led by the Gray Prophet and Skryre, and led by the Moss clan. I can't get involved."….
Although he is considered a member of the Council of Thirteen and looks noble in front of other ethnic groups who are not members of the Council of Thirteen, his seat there is only the last one.
Model, who transformed creatures, Skry, who made magic instruments, and Gray Prophet, who was in charge of faith and magic, he couldn't afford to offend any of them.
"Morse? I saw with my own eyes that the leader of those things was a Gray Seer who could ring the bell. And isn't there a Morse's greenskin slicer here?"
Esky retorted, thinking of the weapons and artillery he "developed" to deal with sea monsters during fleet wars, and continued.
"You have to say it's related to Skull, but the chief engineer warlock gave them some new gadgets."
"New thing, listening to this tone, why do I feel that I have something to do with you?"
Eshiliga keenly noticed the change in Eski's tone and pointed it out.
The eyes of all the rats focused on the white-haired rat, but Eski leaned calmly on the rat skin behind him.
"It has something to do with it. The weapon I used to seriously injure the Necromancer was just a weakened version. They don't have rune-enhanced barrels, special gunpowder, or rune shells."
"In general, the impact force is about ten times lower, and the single-target damage is also much weaker. In actual combat, it only killed a sea monster about ten meters tall."
The more he talked, the more guilty and regretful Eski felt.
Why did he help his Skrei clan get this thing out in Skaven Castle?
Ikrit slumped backwards, showing a look of despair that resigned to fate.
"Then we don't have to worry about it. The position of the head of the council and your position as the first member will definitely not be preserved. We can't stop Moss from competing with the new Gray Prophet."
"You can't say that. The human things from the south may soon invade the territory in large numbers, and I provoked them back."
The anger of the rats was focused on Esky who spoke.
"Did you get into this trouble? Could it be that you also caused the Scurvy Clan?"
The white-haired engineering warlock stiffly did not pick up their topic and buried his head in the suggestion.
"They are here to deal with the Necromancer. I was thinking that maybe we can use these human gadgets to weaken the strength of the Dragon Crossing the River."
But this didn't make the rats any less angry. Ikrit opened his mouth to call out a bit of the wind of life and began to soothe his own spirit.
"I've seen the strength of those human things. They have 1,500 chariots. If they charge on a large scale on the plains, the casualties of tens of thousands of clan rats will be nothing more than a trivial matter."
Eski added jealously to them.
He knew very well that as long as his compatriots dug holes in the ground or used other methods to hide themselves, it would probably be the human army that would be hit hard in the end.
Especially when the front line cannot supply so much food and grass for the troops.
Immediately afterwards, the engineering warlock changed the subject.
"But no matter what, I don't have time to do these things. The task of increasing factory production has taken up all my remaining time."
These words were thrown out, making the eyelids of the rats twitch. ….
Finally, Eshiliga spoke up and made a relatively reasonable suggestion.
"You can give it to the people from the Moss clan, the green-skin slicer, and let Moss deal with Moss."
But this suggestion was immediately refuted by Ikrit.
"I don't think it's possible. That fool charged head-on. Before the troops coming from Ojo were consumed, the Moss clan's own troops were consumed first."
After leading troops on the front lines and fighting for so many years, the old warlord still relatively understands the power of the big warlords in the underground fortress.
This Pollock Green Slicer left a particularly deep impression on him. He had muscles as strong as an Orc boy, and his height reached the top level of Storm Rats, reaching 1.97 meters.
His knife is quite good, but the most important thing is that it is said to be obtained by eating some mushroom. It surpasses the speed and strength of ordinary mortals. This combination allows him to cut an enemy into multiple thin slices in a short time.
Although that guy's fighting ability is pretty good, he can fight his way through a field of weak goblins or even a group of orc boys.
But this guy's head feels like it doesn't have anything at all.
Leading his men, he almost let out a war cry at the same time as the greenskins on the opposite side, and then rushed towards them.
Due to the difference in combat power between the Skaven and the Greenskins, he and his bodyguards would be trapped in a tight siege every time, so he always seemed to want a group of things that could accompany him in the charge.
Listening to Ikrit's words, Eski also remembered that he had met this person before, the fourth member of the camp council.
Is it because he likes to charge head-on that he supported the rat trolls of the Model clan in the previous vote of the Supreme Council of the camp.
He thought there was such a dirty exchange of interests behind it.
Weerski felt a little embarrassed and said.
"However, although the people of the Slippery Clan and the Plague Clan are smart enough, they may not be able to withstand the pressure of the big city."
In particular, he himself could not withstand the pressure from the big city.
All he needed was an order from the great city, and he had to return to the council table in Skaven Mordor and continue to lick back and forth between the major clans, becoming a rubber stamp.
In the end, it was Ikrit who made the decision.
"Leave it to the green slicer, we'll follow
Other members of the Moss clan contacted again. Lord Ikrit still had the command of the frontline troops. In addition to the personal guards, the troops under his command were replaced by people from the big city. "
Just like this, after a few days, the rats from the big city finally approached the underground fortress.
At this moment, thousands of miles away, in front of the gate of Astri City at the southernmost tip of Nehekhara.
A slender old man was wearing a battle robe, combing the few hairs on his head while looking into the distance.
Finally, in his expectation, a convoy appeared in his sight.
The dark figure was his nephew, Alkadiza, whom he had seen thirty years ago.
"Good boy, you are finally back. I was still wondering if I could see you in my hometown before I die."
As he spoke, his eyes looked at the strange carriage completely covered by black cloth behind him, and he felt an ominous atmosphere from there.
"What's in that black carriage?"
"You have met the saint of Lahmia, Uncle Quinti, we will discuss these matters in private."
Alkadiza waved his hand and did not explain any more.
"So be it. So, when you come back this time, the Lahmians finally let you come back and prepare to ascend the throne?"
"For that Priest King, look, your brother is so old, but you are still so young."
As he said that, Kunti pointed at the old man who still looked mighty but his slow movements revealed his old age as he walked this way.
From the old man's face, Alkadiza could vaguely tell that this was his younger brother, Asa.
Resisting the sudden sadness he felt in his heart, he turned to his uncle and said.
"These things are actually related to a secret of Lamia. I will tell you when everyone arrives later."
"Now? Your father is planning to hold a reception banquet for you."
How can Tao survive when things perish?
