The representative of the Moss clan had not yet reacted to what suddenly had something to do with him.
But Lord Pollock, who has a green-skin slicer suffixed to his name, is obviously not a rat who likes to wait.
He immediately stood up, took out his machete, and placed it on the table, letting people see the fine dark red stains on the machete that were stained by either red paint or dried blood.
"Of course I haven't seen it."
Pollock's words stopped the movements of the two storm rat lords who also belonged to the Moss clan. Esky looked at them as if he wanted to say something before Pollock.
Stopped after Pollock opened his mouth? It really doesn't look like a Skaven.
Judging from the opponent's tail that was still swaying left and right on the ground, the mood of the two Storm Rat Lords was quite anxious.
In other words, is it some kind of internal discipline of the Moss clan?
After the lord known as the green-skin slicer attracted the attention of almost all the rats in the council, he naturally stared back, and then spoke equally naturally.
"Rules must be followed. If there are no rules, you guys who are less courageous than coins will be as fragile as rotten leaves."
Eski lowered his head, barely able to hold back a smile on his face.
Eski said after calming down his expression a little and trying to suppress the urge to raise the corners of his mouth.
"You? Aren't all the Moss clan descendants of the Horned Rat? Of course, I have no intention of doubting the Moss clan's loyalty."
As the engineer warlock was talking, the two storm rats behind Pollock took a few steps closer, as if they wanted to eat Eski.
Eski raised his paws in front of him, told them not to worry, and continued.
"I was just wondering, could it be that only clans like the Moss clan who know how to abide by the rules are the true servants of the Horned Rat, and some people are just pretending to be so. Of course, this is just an immature conjecture."
"Grey Seer, what do you think? As a servant of the Horned Rat, who is more loyal. I know that gray fur and long horns are symbols of the great god's favor."
"But you see, I also have white fur, and I have self-recovering magic power that almost all rats have. Wouldn't this kind of favor be born in other clans?"
"you!"
"Could it be that because this kind of thing was born in the Skry clan, you can't stand it and want to snatch it away."
Eski stroked the head that belonged to the Great Engineer Warlock and continued.
"What do you think? Trabu? These people want to rob the Skull clan. The chief engineer warlock won't agree, right?"
With that said, Eski took off Trabb's head, put it on his hand and looked at each other.
"Thank you so much. If it weren't for your reminder, I wouldn't have thought of it. If the Gray Prophet can take anything away from Skull, what about the other clans?"
Eski held the dead rat's head, and his voice became gentle.
This move caused a lot of noise among the rats.
"Is that thing crazy?"….
"It's better if we don't deal with crazy people."
The various lords looked in the direction of Eski with fear. Although everyone was a bit crazy, they were not to the point where Eski was talking to himself in front of the dead man's head.
Coupled with the previous record of engineering warlocks suddenly killing rats, it is even more alarming.
On the contrary, few people discussed the content of what Eski said.
Even Esky didn't know whether they cared about this kind of thing.
However, even if these warlords don't care, some rats present cannot help but care.
"Shut up, engineer warlock from Skry!"
Another gray-haired man with horns behind the Gray Prophet, but without a companion wearing a robe, spoke first.
"Isn't it true that every battle is fought by your historian?
Is it the most exploitative of its compatriots? Every high-end arms sale requires small and medium-sized clans to sign an agreement to be loyal to you and serve as your cannon fodder. "
"The Council of Seers will never impose these things. Our loyalty to the Horned Rat is known to all rats from Skaven Mordor to the Chaos Wastes."
Esky corrected his expression and used the dimensional force field to spread the rats between him and the Gray Prophet's apprentice to both sides, leaving a gap between them to look directly at each other.
Touching his beard, Esky responded.
"First of all, those overlord clauses and the practice of making others be slaves and puppets are the foolish actions of some of my compatriots. They are just personal behaviors and have nothing to do with the Skryre clan."
"There are many engineers and warlocks in the library who are not so stupid, such as me. The conditions I offer are much more relaxed."
"The reason for signing agreements with small clans and even accepting servile clans is simply because their lives are not respected, the descendants of the Horned Rat are being wasted pointlessly, and Skryre has the responsibility to help them."
The more he spoke, the more confident Eski became.
"Could it be that our attempt to reduce casualties among the people of the Horned Rat is also a mistake?"
"Engineer, you are trying to be sophistical."
The Gray Prophet gritted his teeth, and the anger welling up in his chest made him even laugh.
Since the great earthquake, their family has become the only clan that can learn magic, and all kinds of overt and covert fights have never stopped. Do they, the Gray Prophet, still know what kind of virtue Skary is?
"Sophistry? I can't take your word for it. Why don't all the clans see the new conditions I proposed, and they won't accept them anymore."
As he spoke, Esky pulled out a rat skin paper roll from the leather roll on his waist and tried to throw it at the Storm Rat Lords.
Now, even the Moss clan, who are relatively familiar with Skull's business dealings, are interested - if you say this in front of them, the discount must be very cost-effective.
The two strong rat men, who were over two meters tall, tried to adjust their position to ensure that they could see the document first.
The Gray Prophet felt something bad secretly and immediately said.
"Since we have to abide by the rules of the council, I think it would be better for those of us who are not involved to leave first."
With that said, he also released the dimensional force field and pushed the extra irrelevant personnel outside. However, with so many Skaven, his mana only made the rats move slightly towards the outside. A small distance. ….
While Esky raised it aside to argue, Ikrit let the slave rat pass him a dimensional stone cigarette, took a puff, and said lazily.
"It doesn't matter. Later today, Skulli's new terms will be sent to every leader with more than 2,000 soldiers."
After sending away all the irrelevant personnel, soon, only the old faces from before the people from the big city were left on the round table.
"So, you Slippery Clan, Moss Clan, and you guys who had no chance of becoming councilors in the big stronghold originally planned to get involved in the Gray Prophet's cause? Or, in other words, there is something else in this. Model’s support?”
"Last time, the Supreme Council of the camp has approved their rat troll experiment. I have already seen that thing. It is very strong, has great potential, and the price is not expensive. It is only 150 dimensional coins. Any warlord, You can buy three or five of them."
As he spoke, Esky even touted the future opponents of the Skryre clan in front of a group of old council members.
"Eski Engineer Warlock. We only have a certain cooperative relationship with the Gray Prophet and Model."
The short representative of the Slippery clan spoke first.
"Every clan has this relationship."
"Indeed, indeed, every clan has, yes, yes, great engineering warlocks. What you said makes sense. Tell me, who will betray the Skry clan?"
Esky picked up Trabb's head and placed him back on the wooden thorn behind his back, strengthening it with magic to make it less likely to fall during the battle.
This made the atmosphere in the parliament instantly
The room became quiet.
Eski looked around. It seemed that pretending to be Quaker could really scare these things. The engineering warlock spat in his heart and planned to act Quaker in front of them more in the future.
Although he himself knows that his current acting skills need to work harder and be closer to that big mouse with an imaginary friend in his head.
Looking forward, Esky threw the roll of rat skin paper that he had been preparing to throw away in the direction of the Pollock green leather slicer.
Looking at the content above, the other party's eyes immediately widened, which attracted other congressmen to come over, and then were also stunned.
Mass-produced standard infantry suits with plate armor and weapons are sold at a price of 1,200 Dimension Stones per 1,000 sets, and Dimension Stone bombs are also sold at a price of 200 Dimension Coins each.
Other types of equipment are also priced at a similar level, which is completely different from Scully's previous price.
"A thousand sets of armor are a little cheaper than when I hired a Skulli engineering warlock to repair equipment."
A Stormvermin Lord whom Eski didn't recognize muttered.
However, this was just an appetizer, and the subsequent agreement surprised them even more.
All of these, there is only one condition. In the war against the Necromancer, the clans need to launch an attack or defense according to the time that Skull wants. At the same time, Skull will also coordinate the attack.
As for the specific details, there is no treaty stipulation on which clan takes the lead and which clan comes last. It is obvious that the new leader of Skryll in the underground fortress hopes that the leaders of each clan will make their own decisions together. ….
"So, you can understand now that Scully's support is the cornerstone for the frontline to be maintained, right?"
Eski showed his white fangs and smiled at the heads of each clan.
Releasing spells to harvest the lives of thousands of mortal soldiers is completely incomparable with the logistics of supplying hundreds of thousands of people.
Even if the Chaos Energy that the Gray Prophet can obtain is enough to cast five spells of that scale, it will only bury tens of thousands of skeletons in the ground forever. For Nagash, who already has nearly a million troops, it is basically impossible. Just scratching the itch.
The new frontline military industry promotion bill proposed by Eski was quickly passed among the lawmakers, and it was a very rare vote of 11 to 2.
This includes terms such as Scully selling technical equipment at low prices, integrating the mines of various clans, and integrating them into Scully's production supply chain.
After the last member of Parliament who was not Scully or Rickeke left the hall, Eski took off Trabb's head from his head.
"Trabb, I really have to thank you today."
Stroking the head of the former great engineering warlock, Esky spoke from the bottom of his heart.
However, Trabb's head was not as responsive as Quark the Headhunter's friends.
Rather, if there was that kind of response, Esky would throw this thing away immediately, otherwise who knows what would be contaminated with it.
Putting his head back like a hat, Eski walked to his colleagues who were still facing each other on the previous battlefield, and stretched out his white claws and said.
"Thank you, Lord Vitrik, otherwise I would not have been able to penetrate the Gray Prophet's defense so quickly."
In response to the white-haired rat's smile, Vitrick also smiled sinisterly.
The many operations such as smashing the barrier set up by the Gray Prophet, killing the Storm Rat Lord, breaking through the dimensional force field, and so on were not purely Eski's actions.
Vitrik has been secretly casting spells since Eski knocked on the table with Skulli's specific code, using hidden resonance spell nodes to enhance Eski's spellcasting speed and intensity.
It's just that the scene caused by Eski was a bit too intense for the rats. None of the rats noticed that the old engineering warlock who was hiding under his mask and robe and secretly chanting a spell was engaging in a righteous two-on-one fight with Eski.
Eski returned to his seat as the first council member, and was about to talk to Ikrit
, Vitrick said something and suddenly covered his chest.
Another bout of angina pectoris.
If we say that last time, he could also explain it as the so-called retribution, or some complicated feelings with Alklin.
This time, there was no warning.
what is going on?
Just as he was thinking about it, Eski began to cough violently, so that the wind of life that had been flowing in his blood vessels began to heal the damage to his lungs, making him feel pain and coolness at the same time.
This made Esky's eyes immediately turn blue-purple, and he used deep magic vision to explore the inside of his body.
However, there seems to be nothing abnormal about the green energy.
"Still unable to detect the abnormality of magic power, this thing looks like a plague??"
A panicked look appeared on Esky's face.
When exactly?
Could it be that he accidentally contracted it when Lahmia fought the zombies blessed by Nurgle?
But Nurgle's diseases usually don't attack the heart in the first place.
"what is going on?!"
Esky raised his paw, and a thick dimensional force field almost completely separated him from the surrounding environment, while he shouted at the warlord and another engineering warlock.
"Don't come near me, I might be infected with the plague."
Just a few kilometers away, in the black coffin with green light, a seemingly dead black bone with green runes was secretly enjoying himself.
That damn little mouse actually showed his cute side, allowing him to find so many damn monster rats.
How can Tao survive when things perish?
