"Ground attack?"

Esky simply did not believe that Ikrit's current authority could achieve such a resolution, and the feeling of distrust overflowed from his eyes.

"It is unlikely that they will reach such a proposal."

The engineer warlock's weak question made Ikrit even more excited, and his tail, which was no longer young, flapped excitedly on the ground.

"Information from Eshiriga, they already know that you severely injured the Stickman Monster, and also know that the Stickman Monster's offensive has weakened."

After hearing this, Esky roughly understood what was going on and asked.

"This time, more than 200,000 troops including scurvy were dispatched. So, they plan to take advantage of Nagash's serious injury to kill him?"

As he spoke, Eski pinched his soft white beard and swept his tail around excitedly.

"Quickwall should know that the power of fate cannot be avoided, and they have internal conflicts."

Suddenly, Eski stamped his pink paw, grabbed the still flailing tail with his right paw, and said to Ikrit relatively calmly.

"However, these have nothing to do with Scully. We need to integrate new production processes and cannot dispatch a large number of troops."

Lord Ikrit spoke to Eski impatiently.

"Nearly 20,000 Skaven came with those engineering warlocks."

This made Esky show his standard business smile during his time in Skaven Castle, which was gentle and kind.

"If they want to borrow Skull's power, the greedy gadgets have to pay commissions according to the market price, and compensation for any losses they cause. If they have any questions, I will be responsible for reporting everything to the chief engineering warlock."

"Including Rickeke?"

"Including Rickek. Scully only fights for Scully's interests."

Ikrit glared in the direction of Esky, but did not read any intention to change his mind.

"Okay then, Eski Engineer Warlock."

Ikrit's eyes focused on the boxes that were piled aside, painted red, and opened.

There were daggers, shields, spears, breastplates, and helmets arranged quite neatly inside.

Esky closed one of the lids and said.

"This batch of armor is produced for the Slippery Clan. Some of it is too big or too small, so you might as well not use it."

Of course there is a problem. These are equipment with special serial numbers, and he even painted them with red paint.

Since the previous takeover of Trabb's factory, the production speed has not increased much.

Esky is delivering the Slippery Clan's orders with Trabb's inventory, and these special serial numbers, which were originally supposed to be supplied to the small clan, are also included in the calculation.

Of course, the engineering warlock doesn't think this is something treacherous. These things are likely to be strengthened. Frisch of the Slippery clan should thank him.

With the dimensional stone force field, he quietly printed an octagonal mark on the back of one of the armors. Then Eski turned his head and said to Ikrit.

"The new equipment for you will be produced in about a week. According to my expectation, all the clan warriors of the Reikek clan will need a set of Fantie full-body armor."…

"Thirty thousand mortal iron infantry halberds, twenty thousand mortal iron daggers, fifty thousand mortal iron and wooden bucklers, ten thousand crossbows or slings and the like."

"There are also about one hundred and fifty sets of rune armor, one hundred kopis rune combat daggers, one hundred rune spears, and 50 rune bucklers."

Eschi paused for a moment, probably rolling his eyes and calculating for a while, and then said to Ikrit again.

"The total value of all these things is in dimensional coins. I can't produce them for you for free. My personal military assistance to you this time is only 4,000 dimensional coins at most."

"Would you choose about 7,000 sets of equipment for ordinary people, or more than 30 sets of equipment for lords?"

"What if I invest 6,000 dimensional coins myself?

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Ikrit's words made Esky raise his eyelids, which made the engineering warlock feel surprised.

"Where did you get so much money?"

"I still have some dimensional stone mining areas, I always have."

"That's it."

Eski's right eyebrow raised. He was asking how Lord Iklit could still afford to raise so many troops after he left the field.

He raised his head and calculated again, and the engineering warlock said to him.

"In that case, what do you want?"

"Thirty sets of lord's armor, all others replaced with spears, bucklers and full body armor."

"Only a contradiction hand? It doesn't fit with my impression of you. I remember that what you are best at is annihilating enemies through sports."

As he spoke, Eski pulled out a short knife and wanted to sell this design idea from ancient Greece to the other party, but he was immediately interrupted by Ikrit.

"You have to be able to exercise in this damn place."

Eski shrugged, did not persuade him, and threw out a sentence that made Ikrit feel confused.

"Anyway, since you know how to use life magic, placing boxes is indeed a good tactical choice."

Before he could continue asking, Esky bit into a bit of dimensional stone powder, and raised his hand to send Iklit away from the Skryre clan and teleported in the direction of Rickek.

With that said, he called the clerk named Alsace.

"There is a commanding height near the parliament building, right?"

"Yes, Engineer."

The clerk replied obediently, took out the drawings that Esky might want to see from the slave rat carrying the map, and circled several key areas on it with black charcoal.

"Including the parliament building, clock tower, and elevator shaft, there are three commanding heights."

Looking at the three grid-like figures of different shapes, Esky calculated the blind spots around him and sighed helplessly.

"Ratlin alone is not enough. The work of converting the scope with an observer must be put on the agenda."

Touching the sign hanging on the new clerk's chest, Esky suddenly said.

"A child's growth begins by killing his father."

Arthas looked at Esky's sudden words in confusion and began to think about the meaning of engineering warlock.

Although this also refers to killing the shadow of one's parents in one's body, among Skaven, this probability refers to killing one's body.

But, he doesn’t have parents? In other words, even if he does, he doesn’t know them.

Skaven are almost always born in breeding pits. They are the product of the union of strong ratmen who have obtained mating rights and the clan's common female rats. Do you know who the parents are? Does this mean anything?…

"But I don't think of Alclin as my father."

As he said this, Eski suddenly felt a pectoris and collapsed on the ground.

"What's going on? Is there such a situation in this world?"

Touching his chest, Eski poured the wind of life into it. Where he didn't notice, a small stream of green energy that was the same as the dimensional energy elsewhere in his body began to move on its own.

Less than two hours later, the war council organized by Iklit convened an emergency meeting through various secret messages. Only Eski and Vitrik from the Skryre clan attended the meeting.
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When he arrived at the venue and sat on a chair, Eski discovered that people from the Gray Prophet were also present.

Next to the representative of the Slippery Clan, the familiar Frisch from the Slippery Clan stood there, and behind Pollock Greenskin Slicer from the Moss Clan, there were also other Storm Rats standing.

The other members recruited from the Supreme Council of the camp were more or less surrounded by other Skaven. There were only two engineering warlocks from the Skryre clan.

"What, what is this?! You, you damn slaves, do you still have any rules?"

Esky was the first to curse, and the frequently overlapping sounds made his tone sound particularly angry.

A thick bolt of dimensional lightning struck the Storm Rat Lord behind the Gray Prophet, and the green barrier in front of the Storm Rat, who was strong and wearing rune armor, was instantly shattered.

He hit the stone wall behind him, narrowing the thickness of his body, and fell to the ground, seemingly dead.

"Shi! Shikuri! You, what do you mean!"

Esky tapped his paw in the direction of Vitrik, then stood up, and transformed the far larger dimensional energy into will and soul, and then launched a cold wind towards the Gray Prophet's soul.

"Who is this council? This is a place where anyone can come in at will? Get out, get out! Let Quickwall, Quickwall come over!"

"Don't think that just because you used your useless big clock on the sea to interfere with the little sea beasts, you think you can be there."

"The great Eski, Eski, is stronger than you, more powerful than you, and a hundred times nobler than your humble life. Eski, killed the fleet of pointy-eared things! The fleet!"

The Engineer Warlock's words were more like a pure Skaven than ever before. A sharp knife composed of the cold wind of will, trying to begin to cut the soul of the Gray Prophet, which caused the warpstone amulet hanging on his chest to begin.

Burned.

A rat-man who looked thin but had one eye covered and a strong, fishy smell stood in front of the Gray Prophet. The obstruction of the target further interrupted the engineering warlock's spell release.<

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This strong odor was very familiar to Esky. New dimensional energy was condensed on his claws and aimed at the guy in front of him who was obviously a sailor on the sea.

"Member of the Scurvy Clan, do you also want to say something seeking death?"

Glancing at the clan emblem on the opponent's hat, Eski asked.
To be continued...