Green sparks crackled in the cables, illuminating Esky's protective mask. The engineering warlock stiffly pulled up the cables and connected them together, and then heard the newly purchased attendant outside the door announcing that someone was visiting.

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Walking to the entrance of the warehouse, a short storm rat, about a little over 1.7 meters tall, seemed familiar.

"Long time no see, Eski Engineer Warlock."

Storm Rat said hello, and the Engineer Warlock frowned and walked behind him, then suddenly smiled and said.

"You're from the Slippery Clan, I didn't ask you what your name was at that time."

Esky saw the elixir injection device on the back of Storm Rat, and a drop of newly fallen white liquid was integrating into his blood vessels. Seeing this rare thing, he immediately remembered who this person was.

When he saw the mysterious Storm Rat from the Slippery Clan in the military port, he also guessed that this guy was the leader of the Slippery Clan.

"Frisch, Frisch of the Slippery Clan, engineer Eski Ivo."

"I thought that after so long, the engineer warlock of the Skry clan and the first councilor on the front line, you would forget about me, a little person from the Slippery clan."

Stormvermin's words contained a rare humility among ratmen. Normally, ordinary rat warlords would brag about their achievements before talking. Just this unusual tone can confirm that this guy is an extraordinary guy.
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Eski took off the mask on his face, revealing his red eyes behind the goggles. In his eyes without magical aura, only a faint red light belonging to Skaven shone on the Storm Rat. At the same time, the engineer warlock spoke in an unkind tone.
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"Are you laughing at me? With your intelligence capabilities and the fact that you can get the elixir of immortality from the Skary clan, I know you are definitely not an ordinary person."

After the Storm Rat made a concession gesture, the Engineer Warlock changed his words.

"However, I would like to know how the council at that military port is doing? Have the 30,000 Storm Rats from the Demon City arrived?"

"Just in time, there are still about two days to go."

"Are there any people with scurvy among them?"

Regarding the Engineer Warlock's second question, Storm Rat just looked at him silently with a small smile and said nothing.

The engineering warlock took a sip and carefully observed the attendant behind this guy.

Although the guy was wearing steel armor, it was stained with rust and even had some damaged openings. Logically speaking, the opponent's armor shouldn't be like this.

So, the request has been revealed for a long time, but I have to say it myself? It’s a familiar, annoying, bureaucratic atmosphere that is not common among rat people.

Compared to the Storm Rats in front of him, the Engineer Warlock actually thinks that the ordinary Skaven who look like spiteful idiots are cuter.

Esky followed his messy white hair and smiled at Storm Rat.

"I see that the equipment of your subordinates is very worn out. Let me help you get 10,000 sets of steel equipment. I happen to have some surplus materials here."

"How can this be so embarrassing? Thank you so much to the engineering warlock."

There was a smile on Storm Rat's face that was hard to tell as a fake smile, and he moved closer to the engineering warlock.

"The Scurvy Clan is coming. I heard that they brought 10,000 Storm Rats and 30,000 Clan Rats. Plus servants and baggage, a total of about 60,000 troops are coming here."…

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"Thank you for your message. In about a month, you will receive the 10,000 sets of equipment."

With that said, the engineering warlock greeted the servants to see off the guests, and then got back into the factory.

The number of troops brought by Scurvy was beyond his expectation. If their purpose was just for the ship, they obviously did not need so many troops. Generally speaking, it would take 20,000 clan members to surround and kill a skilled elite spellcaster.

Rat.

With 60,000 troops, do they want to grab a piece of fat from the dimensional stone veins on the front line?

Moreover, Eski said bitterly when he thought of the elf mages who were probably still working as pirates on the battleship.

"Olilon... you'd better bring me more rewards."

A few hours later, under the attack of the Rikeike clan

Notified, Eski put down his work and used teleportation to rush to Rickake's maze-like camp and found his own place, a stone chair roughly padded with rat skin.

Eski looked around at the rats who were seated one by one.

The gray-clothed lord with a bandage on his chest, Versky, the rebel leader who did not cover his face with a black robe, Esiliga, Rui who was rarely wearing armor but a green robe and bare feet.

Chief of the Keck clan, Ikrit.

He glanced at them and then said.

"Have you all received the message?"

"If you mean Ayutthaya's army, we have already received it."

Eshiliga said that his scouts had discovered traces of the Ayutthaya troops in the underground passage.

This is also the reason why he doesn't look too good now. That army is exactly what Eski said, a huge Storm Rat army.

"Not only that, the Scurvy clan also brought 60,000 troops."

Esky opened his mouth to add the newly obtained information, and the faces of the rats present became even more ugly.

"What are the porters doing here? Are they looking for death?"

Ikrit said angrily. When he heard the name of the scurvy clan, he felt that these guys, most of whom had scurvy, were provoking.

If there were no troops in Skaven Mordor, he could ensure that he would use the underground fortress to defeat and recruit the opponent. Almost all the larger warlords knew that the scurvy guys were not suitable for land warfare.

"Our remaining troops now add up to more than 50,000. Even if we control the small clans immediately, we can raise our troops to 150,000, but those small clans will rebel at any time, and we cannot fight against the large army coming from Skaven Demon City.

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Eshiliga said that as a secret agent of the Iklit ruling group, he is very aware of the loyalty of the small clans that obey them now.

"Can't deal with it? Nonsense!"

Ikrit cursed, but did not look at Eshiriga, but turned his attention to Versky, the only member of the Thirteen-person Council of Skaven Demon City present.

"Wilsky, you are a member of the Council of Thirteen, right? In any case, you can also control this army from the Demon City, and we can all accept your overflowing leadership."

Wilsky waved his hand weakly, as if the wound was involved, causing him to grin in pain.

"Actually, according to the news just brought back by my intelligence network, this army is led by the Gray Prophet and Skryre, and led by the Moss clan. I can't get involved."…

Although he is considered a member of the Council of Thirteen and looks noble in front of other ethnic groups who are not members of the Council of Thirteen, his seat there is just the last one.

Model, who transforms creatures, Skry, who manufactures magic instruments, and Gray Prophet, who is in charge of faith and magic, he cannot afford to offend any of them.

"Mose? I saw with my own eyes that the leader of those things was a Gray Seer who could ring the bell. And isn't there a Moss's greenskin slicer here?"

Esky retorted, thinking of the weapons and artillery he "developed" to deal with sea monsters during fleet wars, and continued.

"If you insist on saying it has something to do with Skulli, the chief engineer warlock gave them some new gadgets."

"New thing, listening to this tone, why do I feel that I have something to do with you."

Esiliga keenly noticed the change in Eski's tone and pointed it out.

The eyes of all the rats focused on the white-haired rat, but Eski leaned calmly on the rat skin behind him.

"It has something to do with it. The weapon I used to seriously injure the Necromancer was just a weakened version. They don't have rune-enhanced barrels, special gunpowder, or rune shells."

"In general, the impact force is about ten times lower, and the single-target damage is also much weaker. In actual combat, it means killing a sea monster about ten meters tall."

The more he talked, the more guilty and regretful Eski felt.

Why did he help his Skrei clan get this thing out of Skaven Castle?

Ikrit's body slumped backwards, revealing a desperate look of resignation.

"Then we don't have to worry about it. The position of the head of the parliament and your position as the first member will definitely not be preserved. We can't stop Moss from competing with the new Gray Prophet."

"You can't say that. The human things in the south may soon invade the country in large numbers, and I provoked them back."

The anger of the rats was focused on Esky who spoke.

"Have you caused this trouble? Could it be that you also caused the scurvy clan?"

The white-haired engineering warlock stiffly did not pick up their topic and buried his head in the suggestion.

"They are here to deal with the Necromancer. I was thinking that maybe we can use these human gadgets to weaken the strength of the Dragon Crossing the River."

But this didn't make the rats any less angry. Ikrit opened his mouth to call out a little wind of life and began to soothe his own spirit.

"I have seen the strength of those human gadgets. They have 1,500 chariots. If they charge on a large scale on the plains, the casualties of tens of thousands of clan rats will be nothing more than a trivial matter."

Esky added jealousy to them.

He knew very well that as long as his compatriots dug holes in the ground or used other methods to conceal themselves, it would probably be the human army that would be severely damaged in the end.

Especially when the front line cannot supply so much food and grass for the troops.

Immediately afterwards, the engineering warlock changed the topic.

"But anyway, I don't have time to do these things. The task of increasing factory production has taken up all my remaining time."

When these words were thrown out, the eyelids of the rats twitched...

Finally, Eshiliga spoke up and made a relatively reasonable suggestion.
To be continued...