After about a few saltpeters, Esky twitched his mouth at the group of Skuri troops in front of him.

Almost all troops that can be regarded as elite were left in the factory of Skuri, where tens of thousands of clan rats were only relatively old armor and relatively thin bodies.

These thin cannon fodder will soon be taken to the ground by the Storm Rat Lords selected by more than twenty engineers.

These cannon fodders, regardless of the same quality clan rats waiting by the cannon, immediately made Esky's temple feel a swelling.

"This is the weapon operator? Bighorn Rat is on! They haven't even learned how to fire! I might as well give these things to the Rickek clan!"

"No, these are just spares."

Warren was not very neat in his army, and his walking posture was quite casual. A large group of clan rats who looked careless came towards Esky.

"They are."

The old engineer pointed to the clan rat paths in uniform red uniforms behind.

"Squad Zambie, a mercenary squad under the Vitrick Engineering Warlock, has provided support to clan warlords for a long time in some strongholds in the north."

"They used to be good at using seized short-boy weapons. These things are similar to those things, so they can probably be used proficiently."

Esky's eyes turned to those things.

The red light in the eyes and the green light of the dimensional stone lights can still be seen that the shiny golden decorations look like some kind of bronze decoration, and the red fabrics that are quite expensive in the rat-man society are enough to show the financial resources of this mercenary group.

"Mercenary? I thought it would be similar to those employed by Lord Ecret."

Eski approached the most gorgeously dressed one, with a string of horned rat heads made of crystal hanging around his neck, and the clan rat with almost 1.75 meters tall, and observed carefully.

When the soldiers of the Rickek clan were too exhausted, the Lord of Icret often hired some mercenaries to fill the front line.

But the appearance of those mercenaries is at most a little better than that of ordinary small clans. For example, Esky has seen some of the mercenaries equipped with sleeping bags, temporary toilets, etc.

And the things in front of you, whether they are the crystal decorations or the triangular runes made by the Gray Prophet, are not comparable to those of the kind of mercenaries he had seen before.

The mercenary who was looked around by Esky took a step back in awkward stiffness, revealing his neck to express obedience.

"No, no, no, no, we are different. Our leader has studied mathematics and physics in the Skuri clan of Skaven Magic City. Therefore, only Skuri's requirements can be perfectly completed by us."

He defended in fear that the Zambi team had worked with the engineers for so long, so he naturally knew the extraordinary power of the other party.

"Is that true? That's really a talent."

Eski said in a cold tone.

"Speaking of this, I didn't find Storm Rat here."..." Storm Rat can become a small leader in any clan, and in those small clans, you can even become a clan leader directly. You probably don't need to be a mercenary."

The mercenary paused, lowered his tone a little, and said.

"Also, our leader doesn't like Storm Rat very much."

"I don't like those things that can hardly see themselves clearly, but as cannon fodder, they are still more qualified than clan rats."

"If you want to prove that when clan rats have wisdom, they are much better than those idiots, then destroy enough bones."

"After that, your Zambi team can establish a cooperative relationship with me, and I have always liked your spontaneous power."

As he said that, Esky placed a rattling in front of Zambie's team.

"Let's start by learning this thing."

As the teaching was broken down step by step, the originally crowded Shikuri station was left with only the empty military camp and the Zambi team still in place.

On the ground, the vibration of claws in contact with the ground caused the sand and stones above the head to fall down, and the battle was about to begin.

On the nameless peak opposite the Crazy Peak, Icret was watching the details of the mountain bottom with the telescope that Esky made for him, and from time to time sighed.

The evil moon Mosreb is closer to the ground than yesterday. The green moonlight makes the red clouds that float above the Crazy Peak all year round have been illuminated by green.

Icrete, who was supposed to become active because of the power of chaos, had no expression of happiness on his face.

The moon in the sky will not only strengthen Scarvin's power, but also seem to strengthen the power of the undead, and the moonlight can make those bones see further.

"The moonlight is so bright, go around the back of the ridge."

Feeling Eshiriga approaching behind him, Ecret explained without looking back.

"There are barbarian fortresses over there, your scouts, and my surprise attack team, which can ignite the tribal strongholds that belong to those human things in the rear."

"I'm afraid not, Lord Ecret."

Model's trapper led an elder rat-headed dog-shaped creature, opposing.

"We have to attack the camp at the foot of Nagas Mountain."

Before the trapper could say anything, Ecret slapped him in the face, causing the trapper to fall on the cliff and break his head.

"Model's thing, I don't care what that old madman has told you. You have to follow my command tonight."

Facing the wolf rat that might have rushed towards him violently for the sake of the trapper, Ecret's claws, which were far faster than the wolf rat, completely opened the wolf rat's abdominal cavity at a speed that the mouse's eyes could not see clearly.

Green intestines and other red organs were scattered all over the floor.

Then, Ecret looked at the faces of the storm rats that he was not familiar with and sternly said.

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"And you newcomers, listen, I know the weakness of the match monster opposite! The more dispersed his troops, the weaker his ability to control those bone frames will be."

"So, our attack points must be large enough! I once raided more than 3,000 strongholds at the same time, reducing the combat capability of Bob Chest by half. Even so, my troops still suffered heavy losses."... "If you want to wipe out the entire army, then attack head-on!"

As he was talking, a dense and strange owl cries came over from a distance.

The same sound came from the mouth of the Lord of Defying, and then his face became quite gloomy.

“Eshiriga?”

Ecret asked immediately.

In the war with the match monster, the scout of the Lord who turned against him was their eyes, and the war in the tunnel was easy to say.

During ground warfare, the information brought by these eyes is very important.

"My scout accidentally touched a skeleton. Damn newbie, Match monster will soon know our actions."

Eshiri strengthened his anger and leaked out from his sharp teeth. His black eyes looked at the fortress that was still emitting a shiny green smoke opposite.

"Maybe, he already knows."

"The surprise attack troops must have not yet arrived at this time. It seems that some big scenes will be needed to delay time."

Icklet immediately made a decision.

"For Model's things, prepare your rat trolls. The rest of the clans should try to disperse the war zones and act according to the plans set out in the war parliament."

The messengers belonging to each clan began to run rapidly in all directions, but the messengers of the Model clan did not move at all.

"No, there is no need to use the rat troll."

The trapper who had just been knocked to the ground stared at Ecret with resentment.

"Show off the wolf rat!"

Icret's brow frowned slightly, then waved his claws.

"If you follow you, but if the frontal battlefield collapses, the Prophets' Parliament and the Thirteen-man Parliament will be the responsibility of your Model clan."

At this moment, behind an old iron, two Scarvens wearing fully enclosed leather protective suits with Scully clan observers on both eyes slowly leaned over.

"If possible, the Skuri clan can also give enough help."

In the Skuri clan below, all the engineers had no idea of ​​continuing to work in the factory. They continued to sit around the restaurant and suppressed the panic in their hearts with the newly prepared barbecue.

"Is there no problem with just using cannon fodder-like things?"

A young engineer asked Old Warren this question for the third time.

"We gathered out two apprentices who needed to be processed."

Vitrick mumbled a few pieces of fat and put them in close his mouth.

"If they can survive, give them a stronghold power in the north."

As he said that, he sat down obliquely and looked at the white-haired rat man facing him.

Around Eski, the ogre who looked like something wrong, had two tongues and was wearing so-called power armor, and the so-called new clerk, no matter what Vitrick thought, wasn't right, the so-called new clerk.

After thinking about it, he felt that there was no need to remind him, Vitrick said casually.

"Esky, with the project payment you gave this time, our railway can start construction for about 20 kilometers. However, we still have no idea what dimensional train you mentioned."

"Didn't you say that getting the thing called Demon Engine can solve this problem?"..." Eski?"

Vitrick, who had not received a response, asked again, raised his head, but saw Esky talking inexplicably.

"The magic wind is not right tonight."

The blue-purple light instantly replaced the red color of Esky's eyes.

"Moslib is bright, they shouldn't be just that."

"You guys eat first, I have to confirm something."

Eski hurriedly ran out, leaving Vitrick with a solemn face looking at the remaining engineer.
To be continued...