"What happened to the ore vein?"

Looking at the big face of Disaster Lord Yodrick above him, Eski closed his eyes.

"I used the divine power bestowed by the Great Horned Rat to seal the mountains. The toad, which seemed to be called Mazdamudi, attacked for several days with no results and then left. The humans were also frightened away by my subsequent power."<

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"That thing blessed by the horned rat also wisely handed over 30% of its income to the prophet clan."

The Disaster Lord's words made the Engineer Warlock's eyes that had just been closed immediately open up like blood beads.

"You!"

Before Esky could say anything, he was interrupted by Yoderik. He pretended to be helpless, but he spread his claws in a rather mocking manner.

"I was also a gray prophet in the past."

Of course, this is of course, most of the disaster lords were born from gray prophets, but this does not mean that the damn prophet clan should take so many shares.

In this way, the Chief Engineer Warlock will never allow his share to be less than that of the Prophet Clan. In the end, only 30% will fall into the hands of Ikrit. So why do you still want him to fund the construction of Side1?
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That’s too beautiful to think about!

But lying on the bed, Esky didn't even have the strength to spit, so he could only say to Yodrick angrily.

"Nagash won't appear in a short time, and it seems you won't be around for long either."

The Lord of Disaster smiled playfully and touched his two front teeth, which were one meter long.

"There's about half a month left, and you still have to be on tenterhooks for half a month, and I don't belong to this era. We all know what will happen to that thing in the end, right."

Esky narrowed his eyes.

Although I don’t know if this Disaster Lord comes from the timeline of canon history, he is obviously referring to the story in the background book about Nagash making a comeback, returning to Nagash Zhar and clearing out the entire underground fortress and the Rikaik clan.<

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"Of course I know that Nagash will come back, but as long as there is still time, I won't bother you. I will think of a way to deal with that thing."

"Even if he is about to become a god, it's still the same."

Esky's words were full of determination. He believed that even if Nagash had mastered almost the same amount of information as him, and even if the Corrupted Blade would lose its effect later, as long as it existed, there would be nothing that could not be killed.
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To borrow a phrase from Ictor Claw, it is: "It's just a god."

Even Slaanesh can cooperate with Tzeentch to create the chains that imprison him, not to mention Nagash. At this point in time, no matter how much he improves himself, he can only become a secondary god at most.
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There are plenty of ways to deal with him in this world.

"It's better to tell you why you ignore this thing."

After saying that, Esky pointed at the pink color that was constantly floating in the air, then looked at the factory area that was almost completely covered by the fog, and sighed to Yodrick.

"I thought you would help me remove the corrosion."

The Disaster Lord laughed, and Yodrick laughed wildly, raised his body, and finally almost knocked down the wall of the nearby factory with his horn.

The great rat demon just pulled out the stone bricks embedded in the corners of his head.

"Why do you want to erode? It has no impact on me, it has no impact on the horned rat, and it has no impact on you..."

At the end, his voice slowed down, which immediately aroused the engineering warlock's questioning.

"What do you mean."

"That's a secret, but your soul has already been registered with the Prince of Darkness's soul forge."

"Maybe you can die and wait for the Prince of Darkness to calcine your soul for a thousand years, and then you can be resurrected intact, and maybe the Horned Rat will take a bite out of you."

The Rat Demon's suggestion caused Eski's red eyes to emit green light almost immediately, and the engineering warlock gritted his teeth and cursed.

"Get lost."

Yodrick shrugged, and just a flash of green light left a green air filled with the aroma of dimension stones before disappearing.

Eski looked up at the ceilingless "sky" of the factory. Above it was the dome of the entire underground fortress, which was specially polished and made of a large number of stone pillars.

The blue and green smoke that seemed to have always existed above, composed of factory exhaust and the smelting furnaces of each clan, had become so thin due to the current ruin of the Skryre clan that he could see the real stone ceiling.

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He still has a long way to go before he can restore the Skry clan's presence on the front line, and he doesn't know what Mosquita's plans are.

However, the most important thing now is not this, but recovering from injuries and getting started with construction.

Closing his eyes and teleporting, Eski delivered himself to the door of the Rikeke clan while lying down.

After using the least powerful dimensional lightning to subdue a few storm rats, he asked for a group of normal clan rats from Ikrit, and asked them to take turns lifting their stretchers and returning to Side 1.

Go.

His current soul can no longer support him in such extreme long-distance teleportation.

However, this method of transportation is not completely without benefits. After a while, he saw the project being built by his clan in the tunnel filled with a kind of luminous mushrooms used as street lights, a tunnel for the dimension.

Train of underground railway.

A Skaven wearing short clothes and a clanrat helmet was instructing some clanrats next to him who were wearing nothing but had no whip marks.

"Here, here, here! If there is a problem, drill the hole again."

As soon as Eski's stretcher passed by, the conspicuous white hair immediately made the lord of the clan come closer obsequiously.

"Grand Engineer, the construction of the railway is going smoothly! Your explosives are so useful."

"However, after building these five kilometers, the funds of 18,000 dimensional coins have been exhausted. Please pay as soon as possible."

"What the hell is just eighteen thousand dimensional coins?!"

Hearing this, Eski jumped up from the stretcher. If it weren't for the severe pain that spread all over his body, he would have even grabbed the damn clan rat and whipped him.

Five kilometers of railway costs close to 150 million U.S. dollars? Or Skaven, which costs almost no money? Who is to blame?

However, when his eyes moved down and saw the so-called railway, he fell silent.

The wood was indeed made according to his requirements. It was high-quality wood, and there were more processed sleepers beside it that fully met the requirements.

According to his understanding, there is no such wood production between Nagashzar Fortress and his Side 1 stronghold.

As a result, Esky's anger became stuck in his throat and became a problem.

"These timbers were transported from the eastern stronghold?"

The little lord nodded his head and said.

"Yes, not to mention purchasing, the Slippery Clan has made a lot of money just from the shipping costs."

Eschi suddenly felt his blood pressure soar, almost catching up with the pain in his soul.

The Slippery Clan! No wonder they want to build a railway and compete with them for transportation business, but their opposition is not so fierce that they go to war.

But this railway must be repaired. There is no way for the magic circle to carry out large-scale material transfers. Unless he runs it himself every day, a great engineering warlock will have to become a logistics contractor.

"Why is the war over for now? Really, Nagash, you might as well show your presence."

If this railway was originally built as planned, it would have cost about 700,000 dimensional coins. If the current additional cost is added, it will probably exceed one million.

Originally, the construction of this railway was requested on the grounds that it could transport supplies cheaply from the sea.

But now that the war has stopped, they don't need so many supplies.

In the parliament, which is short-sighted and cannot see the war in the further era, there is not much possibility that they will be motivated to build this expensive underground railway in the era without war.

Esky suddenly slapped his forehead.

"So is the dimension stone."

After speaking, he patted the little lord on the shoulder, a blue plane spread out in the air, and five small lead boxes fell to the ground.

"I will give you five thousand dimensional coins first. You can continue to practice first. We will talk about the follow-up."

After saying that, he lay down on the stretcher as if he was about to die, calling for Rickake's clan rats to push him away quickly.

This push is close to three days.

As soon as Eski opened his eyes, he saw that the dark elf, who had received the news in advance, was waiting for him at the entrance of the dungeon with Eski's apprentice.

Hecate's thin, muscular face became much rounder, and the two red marks of the Bride of Kane hanging down from the corners of her eyes became much lighter.

The lips that were always covered with Kane's bride's signature dark purple lip gloss also turned pink and white because of the loss of lip gloss.

Of course, what attracts more attention is her round belly. After all this time, the fetus made of the wind of life is about to be born.

On the stretcher of the clan rat sent by Ikrit, Eski looked at the elf whose belly was already bulging and said.

"Hecate, I'm back, you can rest assured to raise your baby."

The dark elf just sneered.
To be continued...