There was another sense of suffocation and heavy oppression, as if he had passed through the bottom of a lake. When the wetness on his cheeks dissipated and he opened his eyes again, Eski had returned to the parliament.
This place remains as it was before, and the slaves who cannot understand Elvish are still in a state of ignorance.
Esky clutched his chest and stood up slowly, as if there was still a phantom pain there.
However, it is true that no new pain is transmitted from the body.
The feeling like water flowing around his body made him immediately understand that Moonlight Girl's divine power had not dissipated in his body. When he looked down, the green runes of destruction on the white cloth robe on his body had almost turned into moon white.
"There's no way to hide this thing?"
Esky, who tried several times to cover these runes with Skaven's green magic but failed, looked distressed at the silver-white marks on his body that were completely different from the snow-white fur.
With this look, any rat would know something was wrong with him, and even the Gray Prophet could tell at a glance that he was a heretic.
"Is this going to spread the reputation of betraying the Horned Rat? I hope Quickwall's agreement is still valid."
Eski thought.
In this case, he himself, like the Mede clan, would have to avoid the sight of the Gray Prophet and the Council of Thirteen, at least until the plague or curse of Nagash is resolved.
"Eski, you're in a bad situation."
The figure in black robe suddenly appeared outside the green protective shield in front of Eski, it was Eshiriga.
He does not seem to intend to participate in the War Council, so until now, he is not a member of the Council.
"I was tricked by Nagash."
Eski patted the moon-white rune marks on his chest and face and said.
"I knew it."
Eshiliga shook his head slightly.
He knew something was going to happen when he heard Eski dueling with Trabu not far from Nagashzar's fortress.
"Then you can't stay in the council during this period. Neither Ikrit nor I will accept the risks brought by the Stickman Monster."
The rat man said in a voice that still lacked any trace of age.
Esky nodded, and the green barrier disappeared.
"Don't worry, the plague has been suppressed and there is no risk of infection for the time being."
Seeing Eshiliga retreating continuously, the engineering warlock said, put his paw on the round table of the council, and erased the runes left behind.
"See you at Scully's factory."
A burst of green mist appeared, and Eshiriga also walked outside.
Outside the gate of the parliament, a group of leaders of small clans were gathered together, observing the parliament hall that suddenly flashed with a green light curtain, and the three-layer steel-armored clan rats outside.
They were all attracted by the strange movement and the rumors they had just heard.
A black-haired rat leader whispered excitedly and fearfully.
"Suddenly it was heavily guarded. I think there was a coup inside. Judging from their movements, it seems that there was a coup. Yes."
Another rat-man leader with round yellow hair, unexpectedly as tall as a storm rat, said sharply. ….
"The legendary white-haired engineer warlock who gave us the agreement didn't come out. It was the old guy who came out."
The words of the two people made the already noisy rats even more noisy.
"The leader of the Skryre clan has changed?"
"Looks like they've changed people again."
"This price is too low. The engineering warlocks in Skry must not agree."
"It's similar to a slave rat thing. He's short and he's still young enough to make such baseless guarantees. He's really stupid."
"Maybe we can go to Scully's and take a bite."
"That's Scully!"
All the rats have different perspectives, anger, fear, and greed.
Greed was intertwined until Esiliga appeared - dressed in black robes, which was slightly blocked by several clan rats, and successfully attracted the attention of the rats below.
"Who is that?"
Several young rat-human leaders asked, and several storm rat leaders who looked obviously much older, and even some storm rat leaders with magic runes on their fur, cursed.
"Ikrit's lackey! The treacherous master, Eshiliga."
The young rats would not have had the opportunity to know Eshiriga in the past.
Not to mention that Eshiliga has always been more accustomed to hiding himself in the dark. In the past time, Ikrit has lost his power for too long, and the presence of Eshiliga, who is responsible for assassination and reconnaissance, has naturally become Lower.
But they are different. They still remember what Iklit relied on to control their small clans when he was in power.
Although the Gray Prophet will turn the rats into coke when they disobey him, as long as the acting is good enough, the Gray Prophet's orders cannot penetrate into small and medium-sized clans.
Everyone can deal with the errands relatively casually, and find ways to find their own clan interests in a place full of dimensional stone mines.
But Ikrit is different.
The rats hiding in the darkness under the old dog Eshiliga will monitor the movements of each of their clans. If Iklit is not satisfied, the poisoned dagger will be found on the body of the clan leader about the next day. superior.
Compared to Ikrit, they still prefer the rule of the Gray Prophet.
"Another Gray Prophet has come to the big city. We must support the Gray Prophet! Ikrit is just a rebellious traitor, and his war council has no effect."
The words of several rat leaders reached the ears of the young leaders.
"The terrain of the parliament is the highest point inside the underground fortress. The stalactites above that can be used to fall have been cleared long ago. There may be traps."
"If you want to fight, you and the people from the big city can go up first."
"What I'm saying is that I will only go to the big city if the people go there."
"No, no, no, I, the slave rat, am here to give you some authority. I won't really let my men fight."
The voices of the mice were still as sharp and arrogant, but the meaning contained in them made the old leaders think that they were just like mouse cubs who were still drinking stinky milk from the breeding pits due to the production modification surgery.
"You idiots! Haven't you seen so many storm rats coming to the big city!"….
An old leader grabbed the scabbard of his waist knife and slapped the young rat on the head who spoke the most spinelessly. However, the latter slapped him directly in response, so that a group of young rats pulled out the weapons either at their waists or behind their backs. .
Several smaller-looking rats pulled out daggers from their hands as if by magic, and when the rats weren't paying attention, they were about to stab each other in the neck.
However, after several rats who tried to plot against each other had their heads dislocated, and a dozen rats were stabbed to death by knives from behind, the two groups of rats widened the distance between each other and returned to the channel of communication. .
"There are indeed many storm rats coming to the big city, so I let them go up first. There is no reason why the stronger storm rats can't go up, so let us go up."
The round, fat mouse wiped a handful of the blood that had not yet solidified on his chest and back, and held the weird purple weapon in his hand with a smooth feeling on his hand.
This product produced by the Skry clan did not disappoint him.
"In the final analysis, we small clans gather here because of the opportunities to make money that are everywhere, and for the dimensional stones that exist everywhere. It is difficult for us to earn much in our lifetime."
He said with greed in his eyes.
"Otherwise, you can go first."
Another brown rat, almost climbing on the rock wall, spoke.
"I know a few people from the Moss clan. I heard that they will not get involved in the political affairs of this place. They care more about the politics of the big city."
"Those tens of thousands of storm rats,
Most are from Moss. According to this, the Gray Seer does not have that many cards in his hand. "
With that said, the conversation among the mice started again. The noise continued for a while, and the sudden sound breaking through the air made them lean together.
Several arrows penetrated deeply from the tail feathers into the chest of an armorless rat. There was no armor or weapons, but none of the rats felt sad for such a lowly creature. However, their attention was focused on those arrows. On the branch.
"Green-skinned stuff?"
Several rats who had fought against the greenskins in the desert said that they were sure that the thing was not something that could be hit with a sling.
"The greenskins use bows, this is a crossbow."
said the old leader with runes on his body.
"I saw this thing when I was a mercenary in the north fighting against dwarf things."
"This thing is not as useful as our sling, but it is too narrow here. The shooter still shoots from the shooting hole hidden in the dark. Things like crossbows are still a little easier to use."
The explosive power of the Skaven can make the stone thrown by the sling become as powerful as the knock of a small warhammer, and the Skaven's body structure is not suitable for using a crossbow.
Therefore, when they were mercenaries, even if they captured these weapons, they would still sell them instead of keeping them for their own people.
Compared with this kind of thing that is difficult to replenish ammunition, he still prefers slingers who can throw accurately, far and hard.
A well-trained clan slinger can threaten ordinary dwarfs wearing armor at a distance of about 50 steps, which is not much worse than the dwarf's crossbow. ….
Especially in the summer, when the heat gets too hot and you can’t wear those cotton-padded clothes.
but.
The old leader looked at the deep darkness where the arrow came from.
If there were a large number of such crossbowmen hidden there, the advantage would still be too great to deal with the slingers who couldn't move at all on this steep hillside.
"How about we retreat first? This is the parliament, not the place we should come."
Looking at the looks of the young rats, the rats looked at each other and said almost at the same time.
"get out."
"You guys get out first."
In the Skry clan, there is still a busy scene 24 hours a day.
Unlike the slaves and clan rats who work in three or even two shifts, the engineering warlocks are also busy.
Esky nervously pieced together a small bearing and carefully carved strengthening runes on both the inside and outside of the ball. This would at least make these gadgets, which often wear out faster due to abnormal discharge of the generator, more durable.
In front of him was Vitrik, who had returned to the clan earlier than him. He had just been called to the factory by Eski.
"I have to move to the south as soon as possible. When the Gray Seers see these things, they will find excuses to ask for things from us."
Eski said without raising his head, his attention still focused on the pile of workpieces under him and at hand.
"Not including these production lines?"
A smile appeared on Vitrik's face.
"Do you want to move dozens or hundreds of tons of stuff? That adds up to several thousand tons?"
Eski said unhappily at Vitrik's knowing question.
These things, even a modern truck, would cost hundreds of trips, let alone a rat-powered vehicle.
If it weren't for the willpower required to put all these things in the Sapphire Arch, which he couldn't bear at all, he would really want to move them all at once.
Thinking of this, Eski was working on his hands and talking, regardless of whether Vitrick was listening or not.
"Seriously, I really want to get rid of these rat carts as soon as possible."
"Look at those small clans, hay cakes, mixed with a little bit of rotten rice. This is actually feeding them as clan rats, but it's still wrong."
"The slave rats pulling the carts cannot be fed like this. At least they need to be fed some beans to have the strength to work. The whips will not really shorten the time."
Those with a long service life are made of rat material and are very expensive. "
"I didn't come here to hear you say this."
As he said that, Vitrick looked warily at the white rat holding on the side, but his eyes were always staring at his pointed ears.
He took a step closer to Eski and said next to the ears covered with white fluff.
"By killing Trabb, you will be promoted to the Great Engineer Warlock, and you will also have the status of First Councilor. After working on it for a long time, in the end, I have to manage the affairs of the Skryre clan."
"This shows that the favor of the Great Horned Rat lies with me, Great Engineer Vitrik, and not with you, your divine favor, who is inferior to me."
As he spoke, Vitrico's face showed a pride that was not consistent with his age.
"That's what you came here to say? Don't you think that just because I want to move most of my family's property to the south, it means that this place is no longer under my control? I came to you just to give you this."
Eski put down a cable in his hand that needed to be strengthened, and took out a piece of rat skin paper from his waist with a sarcastic look.
"This is the contract for the Thirteen Factories of Trabb. This is what I want to give you, Vitrik the Great Engineer Warlock."
"Varied?"
Vitrik said angrily.
With disbelief in his eyes, he cast his gaze on the rat face covered with silver-white lines.
It was full of Skaven's mocking smile towards the lower status Skaven.
"It's just over a hundred miles away. There are so many spells that can achieve long-distance transfer that I don't even want to count them, you idiot."
"Now, use your blood to sign this contract. Then, the thirteen factories will be yours, and you will have enough money to go to the Chief Engineer Warlock to buy medicine that will allow you to live a few more years. I will give you Isn’t it good enough?”
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