"Ratlin?"
Wittrick asked, as if this was the silver-white thing placed on the finished product table aside.
"That new silver weapon of yours?"
"That thing isn't made of silver. I just painted it on the outside. If it explodes after some random experiment, don't blame me for not warning you."
Eski's words still contained thorns, but Vitrik got closer to him.
"It's an interesting development to miniaturize that kind of weapon and put it on a runner so that it can fire continuously. However, it comes from a mature system. You can't develop an entire system."
"Where did it come from?"
"Who knows, Engineer Vitrik."
The glowing green eye and the scarlet single eye stared at each other.
"This has nothing to do with our plans below. We are all serving the Horned Rat."
"Of course, of course, my friend."
Vitrik's nose sniffed Esky's body.
"But you smell like a devil. Maybe I should tell the Chief Engineer Warlock about this discovery."
"what ever."
"Oh."
The old one-eyed warlock chuckled and placed his paw on the painted barrel.
"This kind of weapon essentially shoots metal. It's no different from a sling. It's just a different way of shooting. The tube can be taken apart separately and made into a weapon that can be used by clan rats."
"Actually no."
Esky pinched his beard and frowned.
"If it wants to become that kind of weapon, we need to redesign a firing system."
"But you already have a plan?"
"That's the secret recipe."
The white-haired engineer warlock gave him a blank look.
"Anyway, let's go on like this. Skary must obey my orders."
"If you damage Skull..."
"If you want to avoid losing something, it's best to hide in your mine for a few days now."
Esky blocked Vitrik's words before he could finish.
"You really dare to say that, young man. Just relying on those heretical lines on your body and your abnormal magic power?"
"Otherwise, Vitrik."
At this moment, a rat in black robe suddenly appeared among the engineering warlocks without warning.
A few timid engineering warlocks almost released dimensional lightning, but were deflected aside by Eski's dimensional force field.
"Lord Ikrit is looking for you, noble First Councilor."
After saying that, the subordinates of the defecting lord jumped out of sight of the rats.
"Your little trick has now caused trouble, hasn't it? Our distinguished First Councilor."
"At least you can't trample the Gray Prophet under your feet, right, Vitrik. Besides, you have also cooperated with Ikrit, so don't act like you are Trabu here."
Eski looked at Vitrik with wide eyes, and then stared fiercely at the engineering warlocks around him.
"Now, everyone, leave my factory if you don't want to be devoured by the cutie at my door."
Before the rats could really leave, Eski moved his claws, and everything on the finished product table was swallowed up by the sapphire arch into the land stripped of time and space.
The green light flashed and teleportation sent Esky to the location of the parliament hall, which was the commanding heights of the entire city and not far from the camp of the Reikek clan.
Several surrounding lanes that were originally relatively noisy have now become quite quiet, and the slave rats and clan rats that were supposed to be distributed on the roads have disappeared.
A city with hundreds of thousands of rats suddenly turned into this, and it seemed that something had indeed happened.
Another teleportation was carried out, and the white-haired engineering warlock who arrived at Rickake's camp went straight to the two sides of the camp.
On the side is a Stormvermin with the emblem of the Rekaik clan on his helmet.
"Take me to Ikrit, or inform him that the First Councilor is here."
Even before he actually reported it, Ikrit, who was already fully armored, walked out of the tent.
"Let's go to the war room first."
The old warlord was accompanied by several Storm Rats who looked familiar to Esky. He remembered that he seemed to have seen them when he fought Nagash underground last time.
On a square wooden table is a map depicting the terrain of the underground fortress.
There were several small green or black flags placed on a large number of lines that were so dense that Eski couldn't understand them.
"The Gray Prophet can't help but launch an attack?"
Esky asked, looking at the barely legible map.
"The Gray Seer didn't come out."
Ikrit put his paws on the table, looked at the small flags below, especially the one with the Moss clan logo, and replied absentmindedly.
"He knows about your masterpiece in the tunnel last time."
"It's just a Scorch Flame Technique. As long as he puts 50 times the mana in it, he can achieve that level. The current situation is not just because he doesn't have that much mana, and he doesn't have the ability to consume a lot of dimensional stones."
As he spoke, Esky's voice became louder and louder, and the sound passed through the eardrums of every Storm Rat.
"Don't be afraid. Although I am far weaker than Nagash, they should all be weaker than me."
The Storm Rats glanced at Esky, but finally said nothing.
"There is no need to encourage them anymore, we all know what we are facing. We are facing nearly fifteen times the strength of the troops, and there are no walls, only barricades and high ground advantages to provide defense."
Ikrit spoke coldly and placed several of his flags near the parliament hall.
There is also the imitation Screaming Bell left by the Gray Prophet Staden last time. If the Gray Prophet gets this thing, they will not have to fight at all.
How to prevent the clan rats under his command from fleeing under such a disparity in strength is already quite difficult.
"Where is the defector?"
Esky asked strangely, looking at the black-robed things obeying Ikrit's command.
"He's still on the way. His scouts will tell him what's going on here when there are probably two Horned Rats left."
"Two horned rats? Not enough time. The offensive is about to begin."
Esky scratched his head, rubbed his claws on his front teeth, and continued.
"Give me a professional messenger who can run as fast as possible."
"Of course, but what are you going to do? If you send orders to the southern stronghold now, it will probably be too late."
A strong, short clan rat followed Ikrit's order and came to Eski. Eski's left paw immediately grasped the clan rat's shoulder tightly.
"Don't worry about it for now. Find me a commanding height on the road they must pass. I'll use it later."
As he spoke, Eski waved his claws, and the thing that had just been swallowed by the sapphire arch lay intact on the floor of the Rikek clan's tent, followed by a burst of green light that made them move in the direction of Skry.
The shadow circle inside the factory exudes a faint shimmer, and there are even footprints left by the engineering warlocks just now.
Before Eski had time to clean it, he had already asked the messenger to stand in the center of the circle. It also takes time to gather the wind of shadows, and what is most lacking now is time. Read the book
A token engraved with strange blood-colored runes that the messenger had never seen before was thrown into his hand.
"My magic power is attached to this token. The place after teleportation is still about 20 kilometers away from the southern stronghold. There is a pathfinding code for rats like you nearby. When you get there, take this token and find a man named Riel. of."
The engineering warlock said seriously with a straight face.
"Tell him, except for necessary occupying troops,
Bring all the other rats to the bunker. "
With that said, before the messenger could ask any more questions, the wind of shadow had already wrapped him up in nothingness, taking him to leap a hundred kilometers to the south.
Without taking a breath, there was once again an obvious green steam residue on the ground, like a pointed straight line. This was exactly what happened after teleportation was released.
None of Ikrit's lords stayed in the camp anymore, leaving only a bunch of stuff left by Ikrit and Eski that the warlords couldn't understand.
Six silver-white tubes are inserted into a complex mechanical structure that cannot be said to be circular or directional. At the back, an energy tube that is still emitting the green light of the dimension stone is connected to a metal can at the back.
He really couldn't see what this thing was for.
This thing doesn't look very reliable, and there are only two of them.
At this time, Ikrit would prefer that the engineering warlock brought the kind of cannon he saw in the tunnel last time.
As long as that kind of thing has eight or twelve doors, their defense work will be much easier.
"So, is the place I mentioned prepared for me?"
Eski didn't pay attention to the not-so-good look on his face and continued to adjust the white jar on the ground, which made the Ikrit man couldn't help but continue to speak.
"Of course, but let me ask, are you going to deploy these things?"
The old warlord pointed to a black spot on the map near the parliament hall.
"That's right."
Patting the barrel of Ratlin's gun, Eski said seriously.
"I have asked your messenger to send a message to the Med clan."
"Let's not talk about defeating the opponent. We have to hold on for at least three days. No matter how fast the Mede clan's reinforcements come, it will take close to two days."
As he spoke, Esky began to recite Anoquayan, and summoned a yellow wind of fine metal from the surrounding metal to wrap around several iron tools, forming a circle under the two trial ratlin doors. Cart with wheels and legs.
"Let's transport these things over first. It's best to allocate some slave rats to me."
"What is this?"
Esky stuffed a steel rod into the white jar and shook it vigorously with his claws. A metal pipe connected to the strange mechanism made a clicking sound inside.
After several cones of the same color as the steel bars were exposed on the chain structure on the left, Eski explained.
"If the weapon that fires the steel bullet we just made works well, we can defeat a full force of 169 people in one minute."
This statement made Ikrit's eyes light up.
If it's true what Eski said, they may really be able to hold on until reinforcements arrive.
Although the situation is already quite tense, preparations are continuing.
But it was about half an hour later that the Gray Prophet really started to show signs of attack.
Eski covered his eyes with the observer, and the green screen showed a distant scene magnified about 12 times.
There are clan rats wearing leather jackets, a few clan rats wearing some iron armor, and a small number of heavily armed storm rats.
This does not look like the troops brought by the Gray Prophet from the big city, and the Gray Prophet's iconic screaming bell that rings on the battlefield does not appear.
That thing was originally supposed to be mounted on a rat-powered cart pushed by slave rats.
"The small and medium-sized clans that were agitated, Moss' people did not come."
Ikrit said while looking at it from a distance.
"I don't really care about that kind of detail. What I want to know is that they will pass by this slope, right."
Esky asked as he glanced at the complete armor of the Clanrats around him.
Although it is possible to temporarily enchant the armor of these rats, such a huge scale will consume all his mana.
for
In order to guard against the Gray Prophet who is still in the dark, these seem to be a lot, but the mana that is far less than Nagash cannot be used completely.
Therefore, in this kind of battle with mortals, if it can be solved by physical means, it is best to use physical means.
"What exactly is the principle behind this weapon of yours? Do these bullets have to be made of such good steel bars?"
Seeing Eski still stuffing steel rods into the white can behind the weapon, Ikrit couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
Just the steel materials that the engineering warlock put in just now can be used to make several helmets.
"Any kind of scrap metal will do, but if you use steel, the service life should be longer."
"Behind this is the bomb pressing machine and the power source. The bomb pressing machine needs to be manually operated by soldiers. You slaves, please shake it up for me."
As he said that, Eski's tail acted as a whip and hit the back of the slave rat waiting behind him.
Some new wounds were added to their already scarred backs, covered in blood and other mucus of unknown origin.
Ikrit was not angry because his slave rat had become like this. He could also see that this seemed to mean that Esky was also quite nervous.
This made him feel the same emotion. Looking at the Skulli creations on the ground, he still asked again unceremoniously.
"There are only two doors in this so-called Rat Lin. Is it useful?"
"If it works well."
Esky replied immediately.
These two Rattrins are still just experimental products. They don't even have an aiming device installed. Afterwards, adjusting the ballistics has to rely on the trajectory of the bullet after it is fired.
If they didn't work, Eski would be drowned in a sea of rats.
Even if he used all his mana to cast the Scorch Flame Technique, he would be able to burn less than 10,000 ratmen to death at most.
Facing the observer, the opponent's first batch of clan rats appeared at the end of the street. Esky pressed the fire button, leaving bursts of green flashes in the air.
