However, unexpectedly, the engineering warlock immediately replied:

"Reply to your master, I will go to the front line of Nagashzar and cannot be a councillor."

The smile on Shuoshu's face froze for a moment, and then he immediately continued to flatter.

"Yes, yes, the great engineering warlock, the father of the majestic albino rat. The slave will go back to reply to the noble master."

As he spoke, he called on the slave rats to carry him to the open-air sedan chair.

The wood, which seemed to be of good quality, did not squeal under the weight of his body. The slave rats lifted up the sedan made of precious wood and quickly left with the slaves holding paper and pen.

Looking at their backs, Eski wondered if he had enjoyed too little.

If a slave can do this, it shouldn't be a problem for an engineer and warlock to create a pleasant paradise outside the Skaven City.

"Let's go and see the witch. Maybe she feels sick looking at the corpses of those vile maggots."

As Eski said, he handed the breathing mask and observer hanging on his waist to Wu Ling, put the remaining observer on his head, and slowly walked off the boat following the lines on the pedals.<

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At the end of the day, he looked back at the rats who had not moved yet.

"Do I need an engineer to ask you to come down? Maybe I need to leave you to feed the wolves and rats?"

The rats hurriedly scurried behind the pedals, waiting to line up to get off the boat - the wizard hadn't left yet.

Esky then stepped onto the dirty dock board. The claw guards on his feet could prevent dirt from getting on his feet, which was more convenient than high heels.

The elves' shoes also have a similar function, probably to avoid getting things in the slave cage on their feet?

The streets leaving the port area were a scene of chaos, perhaps because of the slaves of the lord just now.

A limited number of armored storm rats formed a side-by-side formation. In front of them lay the corpses of several clan rats, but no hungry rat dared to snatch these wealth.

They saw the Engineer Warlocks, no, to be precise, these Armored Storm Rats, who had just killed and won a victory, and whose bodies were filled with the smell of battle released by their glands, smelled the scent of the Engineer Warlocks that excited them.

That's the smell of warpstone.

The green light of the staff in Eski's hand flashed for a moment, and then fell silent.

The Storm Rats, which just exuded the smell of battle, immediately dispersed to the side, tilting their heads and exposing their throats.

This is the expression of obedience to the upper-class rats in the rat society.

"Bitch."

The engineer warlock bared his fangs and hissed with dissatisfaction in his voice. He even regretted it. Maybe he should let the previous slave do the same.

No, more than that.

Rats like Ikeqi should be like this, this is what an engineering warlock should look like.

"My soul..."

Wu Ling suddenly opened his mouth and then stopped suddenly.

Eski looked back at her and said:

"This is not without benefits for you. Things without souls will not be corroded, just like green skins. Therefore, your body can now contact chaos at will."

The wizard spirit seemed completely unable to listen to what the engineering warlock said.

"You are using the spell of the Lord of Darkness, how do you know that He will not use it to corrupt me!"

Hecate glanced at the Engineer Warlock's head. The green light that was originally extremely powerful in the second sight was now as hot as the sun.

Under the green light, there is still a hint of blue light hidden.

She continued to speak.

"I don't ask you to release my soul either. I hope you can use your own method to imprison my soul instead of this kind of thing."

"Okay, okay, definitely."

Esky was perfunctory. He had no other means of imprisoning souls now, and he didn't even have a clue of replacement spells.

However, nothing can stop the great Eski engineering warlock.

One day, no, not long after, he can do the same using the Horned Rat's sacred rune of destruction.

Randomly drawing green meaningless spell words in the air, Eski felt that the meaningless words were suddenly close to being meaningful, which showed that he was becoming more and more comfortable in the application of dimensional energy.

At the same time, it seemed to mean that the Horned Rat was becoming more and more favored towards his special heir.

The white-haired engineer warlock frowned. When did he get so close to the Horned Rat?

He has never been very fond of a god who can roll in his own dung. The horned rat and the furry are both such things.

Esky is a mixture of awe and disgust towards the horned rat, unlike ordinary rat people who are awe and jealous.

Can this also attract the attention of the horned gods?

No, when did I dare to openly think these disrespectful thoughts about the Horned Rat in my mind? When I was in Skaven Mortal, I still called him the Horned Supreme.

The engineer warlock suddenly noticed a change in his thoughts.

This change frightened him.

The white-haired engineer warlock stopped at the entrance of the underground passage, as if if he walked down he would be devoured by endless monsters.

After checking that there was no blue light on his body, the engineering warlock timidly looked down.

After entering a certain part of the underground passage, the dirty feeling is completely gone.

Esky touched the wall and confirmed that there was no greasy dirt on his hands, and the wall that was supposed to be rough showed a smooth surface.

This must be the work of a witch, but not a single bit of the witch's magic power remains on it. It's really an excellent control ability.

Going along the passage, there is a smell of fear and traces of dirty paws left along the way.

Was it the clan rat who was running for his life just now?

Not long after, Eski and the Witch Spirit had arrived at the cave entrance under the river.

The scene inside made Esky couldn't help but sigh, what kind of bloody prison this is.

Ribbon-like flesh and blood protruded from the walls they were attached to, and connected to a stalactite hanging upside down in the center of the cave.

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The flesh and blood shone like curtains, like a spotlight, turning the original cave into a stage of flesh and blood.

In the center of the stage, on the channel that was supposed to be used to drain the leaking river water, the clan rats held hands and made strange gestures, supporting each other, forming a huge mountain made of rat people.

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The witch stands on this "mountain", standing in the center of the stage. She is the only protagonist, and the second protagonist is lying in front of her.

At the top of the stage, there are piles of stiff corpses of clan rats that are even more miraculous than the pillars below.

Their bodies are stacked layer by layer, like a stone platform made of meat, which seems to form a primitive altar.

The witch is performing her final performance with her second protagonist, and she is dissecting the last storm rat with a bone dagger.

The internal organs and bones form a rough image, with an exaggerated skeletal helmet on the top of the head, and daggers made of bones and rat-man's undried blood placed on the left and right hands that are staggered and parallel.

Organs removed from the Storm Rat were hung on the blades made of bones decorating its body, and blood flowed down them.

This is a statue of Kane.

The heart of the last Storm Rat was cut out and turned into the most beautiful part of his body. The witch carefully threw it into a cauldron of blood made of rat people's bodies below.

The remaining part is also painted with spell text, waiting for further processing.

The witch spirit seemed to be infected, and he also stepped forward to do what the witch had done countless times before.

It wasn't until all the internal organs, heart, and flesh and blood returned to where they should belong that Eski spoke and said:

"The statue of Kane built from ratmen. If this thing is caught, I will be called a traitor."

"However, the clan crest of the Skryre clan on your collar can also be regarded as a simple idol of the Horned Rat, so it's even."

The elves did not respond, but their eyes showed loss and sadness.

Eski paced behind them.

"Although you who have had your soul taken away cannot be corrupted by Chaos, the soul connection with the gods brought by the sacrifice will also be deprived."

"You can no longer feel the joy and satisfaction of the past sacrifices. No matter how gorgeous the altars of the gods are, their grace cannot come to you."

Except for the greenskins, Eski said in his mind.

After learning the magic of the souls in the book, Eski's understanding of souls has climbed up a mountain.

But there are still countless mountains waiting for him in front, and there are also countless problems waiting for him.

For example, the problem of green skins.

Greenskins are soulless beings. How did the so-called Second Brother Gomao bring the blessing of the gods to them?

Or is it that the green skins are just Brother Mao, and all green skins share the consciousness of gods?

Even if he guesses this kind of question correctly, a rat like Eski can't prove it, because to prove it, he needs to turn over the fur to observe the impact on the green skin.
To be continued...