Eski knew that Mosquita was talking about his own warpstone reactor. Once that thing was completed, the ratman's technology would rise to the level of three thousand years later in less than a hundred years.
But, how did Mosquita know the advanced nature of that thing? He didn't see it when he was in the big city.
"The combat tasks and production tasks on the front line are too heavy. I can't deal with that stuff for the time being."
After speaking relatively perfunctorily, Esky changed the topic and said again.
"Remote callers are not a thing of this era. Can you get in touch with Ictor Claw?"
"If possible, wouldn't it be better to ask Ictor Talon to send back the drawings of the warpstone reactor?"
As he said this, Esky's paws couldn't help but sweat, and his tail swept around behind him uneasily.
"if it is possible."
Mosquita repeated these words in a mechanical voice without any fluctuation.
Eski felt relieved. From this point of view, the Skaven Demon City was not really connected with Ictor Claw.
This phone is probably a specialty made in the Chaos Demon Realm, a place where there is no concept of time.
If what I remember is correct, Khorne in this world seems to also like to give his warriors some futuristic weapons.
Thinking of this, he licked his sharp white teeth and said again.
"What about the formation of the Skaven Navy that I mentioned before?"
Eski blinked, his red eyes full of expectation, but the engineering warlock on the other end of the phone obviously couldn't see it.
"You are not yet at the point where the clan can use the influence of the Council."
Even though the harsh voice was still thousands of miles away, Eski lowered his head and whispered.
"Yes, yes, but Chief Engineer Warlock, there is another matter that I need to ask you for."
"After the situation on the front line stabilizes, I will also train engineering warlocks on the front line. The number will be much larger than that of apprentices. It may be as large as Ictor Talon's Dimensional Technology Academy in the future."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time before Mosquita's voice came over again.
"All engineer warlocks trained belong to the Skrei clan."
All engineering warlocks? Of course, Esky thought, and the sweet flattery still came from his mouth.
"Of course, of course, everything belongs to Scully."
But in those pink and white ears, he immediately heard a name that made him very sensitive.
"Arkelin Engineer Warlocks will arrive at your location in four months to rebuild the frontline logistics."
Alclin!
That bastard, that bastard, Eski Ivo's "father" in this world, was also the culprit who caused him to be exiled to the front line.
He's actually coming?
Is this his conspiracy or the arrangement of the Chief Engineer Warlock?
Thousands of thoughts are surging in Eski's mind. More importantly, the Skry clan has no intention of withdrawing from here?
The records he retrieved from the depths of his memory showed that Skulli should have drained all of Skulli's power after suffering several heavy losses.
Eski asked tentatively.
"But we have already lost so many engineering warlocks?"
This seemed like a stupid question, and Mosquita continued without even bothering to respond to Eski.
"The God-Killing Sword you mentioned will be trial-produced within a week. It is expected to take thirty years, maybe longer. Before it is produced, it will nail the dead to the bottom of the cursed mountain."
Eski immediately lowered his head respectfully.
"As commanded."
"Have Questelta get the caller."
"Yes, the Chief Engineer Warlock is looking for you."
With that said, the receiver was handed to the great engineering warlock whose name Esky finally knew.
Following Questelta's gesture, a small group of Skaven rushed
Busily coming over to block Eski's sight, the leading Storm Rat even drove Eski outside, not caring that this white rat could kill all of them.
The blue electric light forced the smallest group of things back, and Eski slowly retreated to the safe area recognized by the Skaven. Read the book
The rats belonging to Questel Tower also moved closer to Esky, as if they were going to act as a surveillance agent.
There was no sound from this group of things. From their slightly open mouths, Esky could see that these things had their tongues cut out. It was impossible for them to reveal the secrets of the engineering warlocks. It was obvious that Questelta was the real confidant.
Untrusted and outside the area, Esky waited for a long time before he got a chance to discuss with his colleagues.
The two sides each chose a chair that was still intact under the ruins of the canteen and sat down. Questelta pointed to the surrounding area that was no different than scrap.
"This is all in ruins. I don't see any need for reconstruction. I can at most allow a repair shop and a small number of manufacturing plants to be established here."
As he spoke, he hooked his paw towards Eski, and asked the slave rat to pour a bowl of black wine for Eski, and then said it seemingly casually.
"Where's your city?"
Eski took a sip of wine, wiped the beard sticking out on both sides of himself with his sleeves, and dyed his white robe black, and then said this.
"It's just an underground city, far inferior to the surrounding strongholds."
"The soil over there is a problem. I can't grow crops. Only thin weeds can grow. If your factory is allowed to pass, the environmental problems will worsen. Maybe in the end I won't even be able to cultivate black corn."
Questelta said after quietly swallowing the wine in his bowl.
"Are you talking about Scully's factory, or do you want to stay in such a dangerous place?"
Eski shrugged.
"Of course not. At most, we can have frontline logistics and repair facilities here. We can ask the Slippery Clan to solve the remaining problems. The parliament will be meeting soon, and I am the first member of the war parliament in this underground fortress. "
Questelta sneered and tapped his claws on the old table in front of him.
"That has nothing to do with me."
"Eski, I am different from you. I was not sent here."
"I'll be going on a few more missions soon, and then I'll work with the chief engineer warlock and my colleagues in the big city to dismantle this thing and see if we can make more remote calling devices."
"But if there is another problem with Skull, and you take responsibility this time, it won't be a matter of you losing your title of Grand Engineer Warlock."
The chimes of the Screaming Bell struck Eski's heart along with his words.
"of course."
The white-haired engineering warlock tilted his head, lowered his head slightly, then released a green smoke and disappeared into Skull's station.
"How rude."
Questelta shook his head and drank the bowl of wine that was already scented with the aroma of warpstone. A hot feeling flooded his brain. He stretched out his paw and summoned a weak slave rat.
At the other end, as the bells continued to ring, members of the parliament gradually arrived.
After the clerk hired by Ikrit stated the current situation, a temporary bill drafted by Eski was brought up again.
"So, we won't withdraw our troops?"
As the clerk read the motion word by word, Ikrit was the first to ask in surprise, his red eyes full of suspicion.
This is different from what they agreed. Didn't this white mouse agree not to want both?
"Half and half, with Lord Disaster joining us, we can leave some of our troops to guard here."
Eski held his head and said, it was indeed the same as what Ikrit's eyes expressed, and he made the same decision as before.
He knocked on his head, and his white-furred claws left blood marks on his flesh.
"It really can't be the same as before, no
No matter what you do, you have to do your best, and I will try my best to get all the troops here. "
Revealing a pair of red eyes, Eski glared at the rubies and glanced at the other council members around him.
"Use warpstone powder to carve runes at the forward position and build a firepower position for the Lord of Disaster. Maybe we can tear apart reality as a threat and prevent Nagash from attacking with all his strength, just like this time."
Such a move might scare some not-so-good guys, such as a small clan that had just replaced the vacancy of the Epidemic clan, but it would definitely not scare the leaders of the big clans.
Pollock Greenskin Slicer knocked on the table, drawing everyone's attention to his exquisite and enchanted armor.
"How are you sure that the dead thing will follow your plan? The Moss clan will not trust a gambler."
Eski just stretched out his hand and touched the pillar of commandment that was shrunk by an unknown proportion in front of the table.
The green light instantly flowed into Esky's body, and together with the divine power obtained from the rat corpses stored in his claws, all flowed into every one of his blood vessels.
Green light suddenly appeared from Eski's eyes, and the eyes of other congressmen also changed color, and then he said.
"The Lords of Disaster represent the will of the Horned Supreme. The arrival of them and the Pillar of Commandment has shown that the Horned Supreme requires us to hold this position. The Horned Supreme has never doubted the loyalty of the Moss clan."
"The prophet Quickwall, now the Disaster Lord Quickwall, also predicted the existence of that dead thing, and also predicted that he would destroy all living things in the world."
"The only ones who can stop this are the descendants of the Horned Rat, the destined rulers of the world, that is, us."
Of all the rats, no one even dared to speak out to refute.
Eski knew clearly that after hearing his words, these rats would either think that they were crazy, or they would make up their mind to stay as far away from the mountain as possible before Nagash really destroyed the world.
Although he didn't know if it was the reason for the green lights that suddenly turned his vision green, Eski still used his eyes to scan the congressmen whose green lights were far dimmer than his.
"In addition to defending this place, we must also improve the logistics system, so we must build a navy in my Side1. It is still unknown whether the current model of the Slippery Clan can still be trusted."
Hearing this, Ikrit suddenly coughed and used his claws to make a messy noise on the saber on his waist.
"It's almost time. The remaining issues will be dealt with at the afternoon meeting. It would be best for all the members to go to Rickake's residence and take a rest."
As he spoke, a group of slaves serving the congressmen slowly crawled in and approached the congressmen, who were almost all wearing armor.
Obviously, this was an excuse. Not even one of the parliamentary bills was passed, but the big bell above his head rang as he spoke.
Looking at Ikrit's still red eyes, Eski nodded and said no more.
It wasn't until all the members left the scene cursing each other that he complained to Ikrit.
"Theoretically they cannot interfere in secular politics and can only obey the will of the Horned Rat, but in fact they can interfere with private individuals."
"The future Disaster Lord will not participate in such a low-level meeting, and Quickwall has not yet figured out his own authority. But time is running out, and sooner or later they will become the leader here."
Ikrit didn't react at all to these words, he just raised his paw and asked.
"What do you want to do? Seize the opportunity to seize the power of the Slippery Clan?"
He said before Esky could answer.
"I advise you not to do it. You are just a little mouse under four years old and have no experience in this area."
"You have to realize that when there are only 13 horned rats per day, rats and rats are equal."
Ikrit shrugged and said with blurred eyes as if he was recalling the distant past.
"If you try to control everything, you will only create
a result. "
"You take care of it on a whim today, and then your world will be occupied by other matters. The next time you think about it, either a few months will have passed, or there will be a big problem."
“So, my conclusion is that you don’t have to take care of everything yourself, as long as you ensure that the loss rate is within an acceptable range.”
Seeing that Eski was still confused, Ikrit soon gave Eski a demonstration.
Tens of minutes later, on the dock of the underground river, the dwarf mouse, who had lost most of his skin, was grinning and howling in front of the old warlord.
"Where is justice? Where is justice! You all don't respect the underground empire of the Horned Rat!"
"We are all suffering from rheumatic bone disease by digging underground rivers and operating these moist and dark rivers. We may not know when we will be eaten by predators like Tregala underground."
"Everything we have worked hard for, but you only plan to give us this little!?"
His words, coupled with the blood between his teeth and the tumors and scars on his body, seemed particularly powerful.
Eski looked at the slave rats belonging to Ikrit, leaving less than one-twentieth of the goods at the other party's feet as a reward, and he felt more and more that Ikrit had indeed gone a bit too far.
"If you don't want to, you can follow me to the parliament, or maybe you want to go to the thirteen-person parliament in the big city?"
Ikrit said coldly.
Seeing that the old warlord was serious, a smile immediately appeared on his already rotten face.
"Then it's still 20%."
