It seems that another storm rat killed him. When the storm rat took away the bag in the deceased's hand, he also took off the deceased's armor and weapons.

"Eat the food, don't worry about it, it's daily life for Skaven."

As Esky said this, he pushed the freshly served vegan mushroom stew toward the two elves.

Of course it's vegan, Esky won't tell them that green skin is grown from this thing.

In this era, the dark elves who have not yet had brains brought green skins to the New World in an attempt to train them as slaves. Probably they did not know the specific ecology of green skins.

The witch stared at the stewed mushrooms on the plate. The white viscous soup mixed perfectly with the mushrooms. It was this mushroom. It was obviously a large mushroom cut into small pieces.

They each put it on a plate and took a bite.

It’s not much worse than the food of elves.

Orillon's eyes continued to look at the place where the incident happened.

The slave rats in the store actually gathered around the body of the deceased.

The rat, who had been stabbed in the back and stripped of all his property, was now slaughtered on the spot by the slave rat clerk in the store, and the meat was directly sent to the table of a distinguished guest to be made into the freshest dishes.

Orilon couldn't help but ask.

"You rats, do you always behave like this?"

It’s not that she has a good heart. As a Druchi, she is of course very vicious. She has done things like cutting out the tongues of innocent boys and then castrating them.

But rat people are social and eager to carve up everything belonging to their companions...

"As natural as breathing, this is what God wants. Of course, it is also the ideology of race that creates God's ideology."

Eski spoke quietly, of course he knew how bad his race was.

But, sure enough, as an engineering warlock, all he can feel is this kind of badness.

"Why don't they even dare to get close to you because you are known to be sinister?"

Wu Ling raised a new question.

When she followed Eski in the city just now, she paid special attention to the fact that no rat man dared to approach Eski, as if he had a terrible reputation here.

"Of course not, dear pointy-eared things, it's because of you."

Esky sneered and pointed at the two mushroom-eating elves.

"In our society, there is no such thing as loyalty, and you are incredibly close to me, and you are obedient without backstabbing. Of course they will not cause trouble for me who has loyal bodyguards."

As he said that, the engineer warlock felt suddenly hungry in his belly. It seemed that the rat man's metabolic cycle had arrived again. He quickly lowered his head and ate the mushroom stewed snot.

Eski said vaguely as he pulled the green meat that had been stewed until it was tender.

"Hurry up and finish eating. I have to find a piece of land, and then I have to replenish the ship."

===Separating line===

Dozens of minutes later, in a corner of the dungeon, in front of a garbage dump filled with all kinds of strange things, Eski and the elf were questioning a rat-man with big glasses fixed by a belt.

In front of him, there were already several corpses of rat men.

"Has any territory in the dungeon been vacated? There should be some clans on the front line that have been destroyed."

The engineering warlock said that he knew that these guys who collect strange items are responsible for trading with people with various strange needs. Their information is the best that Esky knows.

"Why should I tell you."

"Maybe because I can kill you?"

Eski put his halberd against his neck and said again.

"Or you can get a small piece of warpstone."
Chapter completed!