"Who!"

Rats wearing tattered leather jackets surrounded the sudden green smoke. The flash just now allowed them to smell the familiar smell of warpstone that Skaven loved.

There are only a dozen or so rat shadows that appear. Although they appear to be wearing sophisticated armor, this makes them look even more attractive.

Just grab the armor and the warpstone!

Just as he was thinking this, a slightly stronger clan rat stared at the paws of the leader, a not tall white-haired rat.

To be precise, it was the green light on his paws.

He knows what this is, a magical aura.

This is a light that even mortals, who cannot see the realm of magic, can see.

The clan rat swallowed a mouthful of saliva and immediately knelt on the ground on one knee, hiding his trembling legs.

"It turns out that he is from the big city..."

"The engineer warlock of Clan Skryre."

Eski added for him, and then took a look around. It was probably a large group of buildings with no foundations piled together.

"This is your nest?"

The engineering warlock with blue eyes looked at all the things around him that could barely be regarded as beds.

"A small clan with just over seven hundred people."

"Occupying such a large area, the den is still in such poor repair."

The more he talked, the angrier the engineering warlock became. All the buildings here were clearly visible, and even the snow storage area did not exist.

There are no signs of holes in the rock walls, nor are there any fortification areas. Even a small clan would suffer heavy casualties when encountering large predators underground. I really don’t know how they survived.

There are only 700 rats, less than five infantry teams.

"The mana is not enough. Let's repair the two horned rats in place first."

With that said, the engineering warlock grabbed a guide wearing a leather jacket and asked.

"Why are their residences so dilapidated? Even the lower-level clans in the underground fortress are not so shaky as if they are about to collapse at any time."

"Most dens are like this. If you can build this shed without collapsing, you are considered a carpenter. In every small clan, you are a highly sought-after talent."

It was obvious that the guide was in a bad state of mind and even his claws were starting to turn white as he introduced the engineering warlock.

"Is this considered talent?"

The engineering warlock punched one of the wooden pillars, and the rickety building with several rats sleeping underneath immediately collapsed.

Several rats got up and wanted to curse, but they raised their heads to face the white-furred figure, but they only dared to avoid it.

The wind of life continuously surged out from the earth. The newly grown vines caught the fallen wooden fragments and continued to grow upwards. They were connected with their downward extending root systems to form new interesting vines.

A house with reliable load-bearing and foundation.

"Your nest can still be used after being tidied up. I will make it at least as good as this for future buildings."

Engineer Warlock.

"What if you all went to feed Tregala, and the dens that originally existed on the map suddenly no longer exist, and those of us passing by will be very troubled."

"Why don't you sit down and take a rest? You're still wasting your mana."

The engineer warlock looked back, wanting to see which rat was so rebellious, but found that the rat language of the elves was becoming more and more authentic.

The elf is sitting on a mat made of two animal skins, five or six meters away from a circle of white cloth where the clan rats led by Storm Rat sit.

Simply, the engineering warlock sat down on the seat formed by the growing vines.

"Ordinary rat people only have a life span of more than ten years, which is a matter of course. Experience and technology all require the accumulation of time, so only those like us who can get the elixir of life, or geniuses..."

"Although I understand, I am still angry."

"So, can you understand how sinful it is for you elves to waste time?"

Although the words were addressed to the elves, the engineer warlock still spoke in rat language. Of course, these remarks were heard by all the rats present.

"Sorry, we can't. We waste ours. What does it have to do with you short-lived people?"

The witch spirit smiled and responded in her Ratman language, which looked more and more like a rat.

"Elves, I don't need you to mock me. I will extend their lifespan. I don't need a chief engineering warlock. I will use the lives of a thousand slave rats to exchange for a hundred years of life."

"Is there such a way?"

The clan rat, whose whip marks on his legs had not yet healed, asked.

"Yes, the power of magic, the power of life magic."

Engineers are naturally authentic.

"You, unlike these rats who have no future, you still have a bright future, scouts. You are the best dozen or so of my men."

There is a little kindness in Esky's eyes.

This is a treatment that even the headhunter Quik doesn't have, giving these guys with brown, red, and yellow furs an advantage.

"It was also at this time that I realized what a waste of talent the Moss clan was."

The engineering warlock lowered his head and murmured.

As he spoke, the blue plane in front of him flashed, and a few dimensional coins were thrown into his mouth, biting them into pieces with just his teeth.

"What do you mean, there is no future."

The leader of the clan gritted his sharp yellow teeth and said.

"No future means no future."

Esky's eyes turned blue-purple, and he couldn't even find traces of dimension stone in this guy's veins. He shook his head and stretched out his left paw.

"I extend your life span from 20 years to 100 years, and extend your prime period from 5 years to 30 years. Is there any difference? Is there anything you can do?"

"No, at most, you can increase your small clan from 700 rats to about 3,000. Maybe you can still have money to go to Stinky Peak and buy a female rat."

As he spoke, the engineering warlock casually scanned the surrounding buildings and continued.

"Then what? How will this benefit me?"

"You don't think that magic is a cheap thing without the life of a slave rat."

The rat leader of the clan almost chewed his teeth into pieces. This was the first time that he had come into contact with other rat people at such a high level, and it was also the first time that other rats had spoken of him like this.

As he said that, he put his hand on the handle of the sword at his waist.

Just when he was about to pull out the knife, a huge force pressed on his hand.

Looking down, faint green stripes kept appearing on my hands.

"Don't do anything stupid, you clan rat."

The engineer warlock suppressed the clan rat and knelt down, then stood up, casually took out a few more dimensional coins and ate them.

"Of course it's best if you want to live in peace. I just burned thousands of elite necromancers with fire, and you have more than seven hundred, which is really not enough."

"I can bring you information."

The clan rat lowered his voice and said.

"Ah?"

The engineering warlock licked the green powder remaining on his pink fingers, his tone still so casual.

"As long as there are enough dens."

Looking down at the clan rat, he saw that he had already made the gesture of exposing his neck humbly.

"It seems that you really want to live a long life."

The engineering warlock's blue-purple eyes were close to the clan rat, and he looked at the protruding patch of skin around his mouth that had some spots on it, and asked.

"How old are you?"

"Nine years old."

That's it, Eski's body leaned back.

"That is to say, we are about to enter old age."

As he spoke, a blue plane appeared in front of his right paw, and a milky-white liquid contained in a transparent five-centimeter-thick glass tube appeared in his paw.

This is the elixir of life that the Skryre clan has completely in the hands of the Chief Engineer Warlock.

"This bottle of potion can extend your life and adulthood by one year, but what reason do you have for asking me to give it to you?"

The engineer warlock looked at the clan rat leader with a rather cold expression.

"Just telling a piece of information is not enough."

"First, your intelligence is at most gathered near this small den. You cannot control too many dens, otherwise you should report to the underground fortress."

"Second, there is no way to let me know your information right away."
To be continued...