"Little boy, I don't need these factories, but I won't leave my blood."
Vitrik showed his sharp teeth and said with a sigh.
"No one understands the efficacy of blood better than engineering warlocks like us. Those exiled guys can work for you because of this, because they have no foundation. If you want me to become like that, there are only thirteen factories, far away not enough."
"Really? Then you don't want to do it."
Eski said nothing more to Vitrick, took back the rat-skin paper and put it back on his waist.
"I have to move quickly. I don't have enough time. It's the same as the mine of the great engineering warlock Vitrik. I won't keep you."
Before Vitrik could react, several thick black tentacles had broken through his dimensional force field barrier and wrapped around his waist. This was officially the black magic plant outside the door that blocked the power of Slaanesh. .
The newly carved runes belonging to the Nagash legal system allow it to constantly decompose the strong Slaanesh corruption inside and transform it into Dar to strengthen itself, which makes its ability surpass Eski to some extent in a short period of time. .
Even though the things decomposed by Slaanesh's corrupt energy were pure Dahl no matter how you looked at them, Esky couldn't help but worry as he looked at the smooth tentacles that were getting closer to some kind of perfection.
However, at this time, Eski was not in the mood to continue taking care of the plants leisurely. He approached the old engineering warlock who had all four claws and even his tail tightly wrapped around him.
"Wittrick Engineer Warlock, maybe you should teleport out of here decently, or I can help you. Being thrown out of Skary's station by this thing is not a good look."
With a flash of green mist, Vitrik, whose face was full of resentment, disappeared into the tentacles, and a green light also flashed around Esky.
About ten minutes later, in the hiding place of the defecting lord.
The engineering warlock clinked a glass of Skaven beer newly arrived from the big city with Eshiliga, and then poured the green-yellow bubble liquid inside into his stomach.
"Although it actually didn't last long, it feels like I haven't had this thing in thirty years."
Esky stared at the glass bottle in his hand and said wistfully.
This thing is the more suitable part of the drinkable part of the Skry beer factory in Skaven Mordor. It is specially used to supply warlords everywhere at a high price to meet their needs that are higher than those of ordinary clan rats.
Those that are not suitable for drinking will be provided to soldiers on the front line as combat medicine.
The power of a large amount of warpstone refining wastewater, and a little bit of alchemy, is enough to make the clanrats who drink the stuff feel the need to die for the Horned Rat, giving them a thirst for battle and slightly strengthening their limbs.
However, the real reason for the low-quality products to sell well seems to be that for some unknown reason, this thing can reduce the dissatisfaction of the lower-level ratmen against the upper-level ratmen to a certain extent and reduce the risk of rebellion and assassination.
There was about a quarter of the wine left in the bottle, and after the number of roasted aberrations had also dropped sharply, Eshiliga slowly spoke.
"The heads of the five leaders were thrown into the pit under the council, and the procedural joints on Ikrit's side were also solved."….
"Then, then I can move with peace of mind."
Eski frowned, and under the influence of alcohol, his words became more intermittent and unclear, so that Eshiriga moved closer to try to hear what he was saying.
"Although I am going to avoid the Gray Prophet, in the final analysis, the spellcasters in your hands are too weak. I am the only one who can fight against the Gray Prophet."
"But I have to find a way to solve this thing. You should try your best to delay the time for the Gray Prophet to take over various places."
"I'll give you something new next time. I still have about 5,000 dimensional coins."
As if he was really drunk, Esky squinted his eyes and took out a lead box.
"By the way, take this thing."
Eshiliga seemed to have suddenly sobered up.
Like, he immediately stood up and took a few steps back.
After so many years of intelligence work, he certainly knows the inhibitory effect of lead on dimensional stone products.
Pulling the lead box back, Esky explained with a swing of his claws.
"There is a short knife inside, which allows your ordinary assassins to penetrate the dimensional force fields of some engineering warlocks and gray prophets. It is the shield-like thing."
"However, there are some risks. With this thing, you need to be prepared for physical mutations."
With that said, Eski opened the box and covered it with a dimensional force field. What appeared inside was a short knife about 30 centimeters long.
The weighted ball spur at the lower end keeps its balance just slightly above the handle. The reason why Esky wrapped it in a lead box was because of the green blade and the approximately ten figures carved on it. Three runes of destruction.
The luminous green color is because of its material.
This material is an alloy created by Eski through alchemy using the dwarves' Grimnir and warpstone.
Although, according to Esky's own estimation, this is definitely not comparable to the Corrupted Blade that the Skaven will later build with the full strength of the Council of Thirteen and the two caster clans.
This alloy material can be regarded as an experimental product.
Although it is not as powerful as the material of the Corrupted Blade, with the destruction runes carved by Esky himself and the enchantment and strengthening with Nagash's spell, it is enough to penetrate the dimensional force field below 100.
"This dagger, and the remaining five thousand dimensional coins are all yours, but I hope to see Vitrik's head in a few days."
Eshiliga looked up and saw that the face above Eski's lips that were flushed had become completely intoxicated.
"Eski Engineer Warlock, you are indeed more valuable than that Vitrik."
The defector took a sip of wine and looked at the green smoke that suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes.
About a few hours later, the Witch Spirit, whose belly was slightly swollen, and the baby mouse in her arms, together with the Med clan, followed Eski on the way to the southern stronghold.
The Mede clan went berserk several times on the road, clearing away several small tribes along the way as well as the rat-hunting predators wandering underground.
Esky even discovered the nine-year-old rat who wanted to live longer. After sighing for a moment about the impermanence of the world, he continued to worry about himself. ….
Asking Wu Ling to hold the mirror and flashlight in his hands, Esky could clearly see the neck he was scratching. Just now, the foreign body sensation here became quite serious. He had to see what was going on.
The energy of magic allowed him to discover the strangeness here earlier than his vision.
Lines containing the smell of necromancy grew on the neck, and the strange green lines also contained the power of life magic. The strange plague intertwined with life and death continued to spread in Eski's body.
The white brilliance still flows between the lines, and the plague that was originally supposed to be suppressed was revived again under the power of Moonlight Girl.
Although this time, they are expanding slowly, but they are indeed expanding.
"damn it!"
Eski angrily used a teleport to the surface, but now was not a day when the white moon would appear.
Now is the time when the sun is about to set, and the moon does not appear in the sky at the same time as the sun. Whether there will be moonlight tonight, especially the white moonlight that is not green, is still unknown.
In particular, engineering warlocks have almost no research on the astronomy of this world. At most, they can remember a few stars that can strengthen the wind of heaven.
Returning to the marching tunnel, using the souls of several slaves to sacrifice the patterns Lilith mentioned in succession only slowed down the spread a lot.
what is going on?
Eski's eyes seemed to have noticed quite naturally some of the large books on the rat cart. They had not been turned over much since he got Nagash's spell book. Female Ganqi of nine
Volume books.
Naturally? There must be some conspiracy here.
Esky concluded with certainty, approaching the nine volumes at the same time, and opened a page very naturally.
This page is quite "coincidentally", it is the treatment method for the plague.
A series of coincidences of things belonging to Nuganqi, of course, cannot be a coincidence.
Although he knew it was a trap, his fear of death made him read it carefully.
At the same time, further south, it was almost dark in Astri's palace.
Arkadiza and his brother sipped the southern spirits, a distilled liquor that, according to Asa, was far more suitable for the Astrians than the beer and wine of Laemia.
"So, you really want an inhuman thing to be your wife? Besides, we all know that she was once another person's wife."
Asa asked his brother, looking as kind as possible.
Although he has always known that there is such a brother, Asa actually does not have that deep feelings for Alkadiza. Instead, he is somewhat concerned about the impact that his actions may have on the family.
"Emperor Settra once made the incarnation of the covenant, the Daughter of the Sun, his wife in order to control the power of the gods."
Alkadiza said seriously.
Until now, he still believes that the current decision is not due to his own selfishness.
"For strength and the stability of Nehekhara? What have you learned over the years."
"Lybalas is quite depressed now. The western Zantari and Ka-Sabai have almost the same power as Astri. Even with the addition of Quarta, Khemri, Lahmia, and Nehekhara, It is far less powerful than it was back then. Even though the bronze armor on your bodies has turned into steel armor."
"Nehkhara needs new strength."
"Even if it comes from an evil usurper?"
"Compared to the evil I've seen, that's even normal."
How can Tao survive when things perish?
