The cannon casting workshop does not involve overly complex technology, it is just a special masonry structure that is not difficult to manufacture for engineering wizards with magic.

Eski believes that three weeks is enough time to have some finished products.

"Three-pound cannon, four guns, seventy pounds of gunpowder."

"One three-pounder cannon, twenty kilograms of gunpowder."

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As the data was reported one by one, Esky became more and more unhappy.

"Are they all of such a small caliber?"... If it were a three-pounder, there wouldn't even be a need for the structure of the gun casting workshop he provided.

"The cost is relatively low. We are going to test the water and see if anyone will buy it."

Warren explained that although the fact that he had not even produced a single cannon did not provide much convincing to his statement.

"What about you?"

Esky looked at the last engineering warlock who did not report the data. The rat who seemed to have some strong muscles was timidly trying to hide his body behind him.

After waiting for a while, the engineering warlock, who avoided Eski's eyes, slowly spoke.

"Twelve three-pound guns, twelve six-pound guns, twenty-four 12-pound guns, more than thirty tons."

"But most of them are already on the orders of other clans, and I can't take them out."

The sturdy engineer warlock immediately added.

The engineer warlock next to him immediately screamed, and the rat's chirping echoed in the restaurant.

"What! You told me the day before yesterday that you were at a loss and shouldn't build a cannon casting workshop!"

"Wait a minute, where did you get so much gunpowder? More than thirty tons, is it gunpowder, right?"

Eski's dimensional force field blocked the vocal channel of the engineering warlock who had quarreled, and continued to ask, while an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

You know, he has always believed that as long as he controlled the output of saltpeter, he could control the expansion of the Skry clan's combat power.

"You all know that dirty alleys are full of feces and urine stains. After scraping off the layer of soil on the mountain walls on both sides of the place, and doing a little processing, you can get saltpeter."

"But it's not just that kind of place. These waste things like to dump feces in the river. When I went to clean the water tanker, I found that both sides were covered with this kind of stuff."

"Plus I have more water bath crystallizers."

The more he spoke, the more erratic the muscular rat's eyes became, and Eski's soul tongue also tasted the lie.

The engineer warlock, who was barely controlled by the dimensional force field just now, immediately jumped up and grabbed the fur on his chest.

"Do you think I'm a fool?! Of course I've been to that kind of ghost place! Even if it's all scraped off, there's no way it will yield thirty tons of gunpowder!"

Esky's dimensional lightning was also aimed at his throat at this time, and the smell of fear spread throughout the restaurant.

Under the threat of death, he told the truth.

"Of course there are others. When I was in the big city, I ran a tannery. Not only can you use manure to make saltpeter, we already need a lot of this stuff to process leather."

"As long as the magic is correct, we can get enough nitrate from the air through alchemy."

Eschi suddenly felt his eyes go dark.

The rat people will use nitrogen to make nitrate! This means that the balance between the rat people and other species has been broken. To maintain the dynamic balance, the enemies of the rat people must be strengthened.

For example, after defeating Big Bone Man, lead the greenskins towards Skaven City, or something like that.

However, that will be after I come back. Now it is more realistic to repel the damn big guy first.

"What do you want from me, Eski!"...A voice full of anger came from a distance.

"Wittrick?"

Before Eski could even react, he was lifted up by the powerful dimensional force field. The two dimensional force fields repeled each other and erupted into a dense lightning stream.

"Eski! I was looking for you."

Below, Vitrik's eyes could almost spit out fire, and he said angrily to Eski.

"What?"

"Project money!"

Vitrick roared angrily, and the bloodshot eyes that appeared through the red light, as well as the messy fur, already showed how haggard he was.

"We have just repaired less than six kilometers, and the 4,000 dimensional coins you gave us last time have been spent!"

"We'll talk about the project payment later."

Esky burst out with a burst of dimensional lightning, got rid of Vitrik's control, walked up to him and said loudly.

Any engineer should know that war is more important than trivial matters such as arrears of project payment.

"What we are discussing now is how many troops need to be left underground for this ground battle."

"Don't you have three thousand Mede clan? Transfer them to guard the workers of those damn small clans, and give me another two thousand troops."

As if by magic, Vitrik took out his staff from his bag and pointed it at Eski.

"Because there was no wages, there were a large number of job evaders! I want to capture those damn things and turn them into slave rats! Hurry!"

"Then I'll leave you four thousand. So, we need to leave a total of twelve thousand infantry, and the rest can be sent to the ground."

As he spoke, Eski's will was used as a sharp blade to scrape at the souls of other engineering warlocks.

"Go and select the troops you need. Let the remaining two Horned Rats gather at the gate of Shikry's station later. You can personally inform the warlords who I don't know whether they are loyal to you or not."

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Chapter completed!