"The former leader Ikrit is about to launch a coup."

The magic claw tip wrote this sentence in the secret language of the Skry clan, and Esky put the letter paper back into the mailbox.

Looking at the two people who were still arguing, the engineering warlock pretended that nothing happened and let the mouse go.

Even if he doesn't say it, the great engineering warlocks will have other channels, at least to ensure the unity among the frontline engineering warlocks.

"Engineer Warlock, I don't know if you are willing to serve in the War Council. Let that fool's Camp Supreme Council go to hell."

Ikrit, who was talking to the leader of the Plague clan, suddenly turned around and asked.

"Of course."

The white-haired rat replied quickly.

Ikrit patted his shoulder with satisfaction, and Eski glanced over. A mark belonging to Rickeke was placed, no, it seemed to be engraved on the robe on his shoulder.

"Six thousand elite clan rats will be sent to you soon, as well as a storm rat camp."

As soon as the old warlord finished speaking, he was immediately involved by the head of the Evil Epidemic Clan.

He took the old warlord's paw and pointed to the battle on the mountain in the distance.

"The people of Stadden can't hold on any longer, and the match monster will make their matches come down."

Looking at the top of the mountain again, the scene there is still the same as before.

The soldiers of the Gray Prophet continued to gather on a front line, and then dispersed like beans scattered on the ground. They were defeated, retreated, gathered, and were defeated again, and this process continued.

However, it is still different from before.

Although those undead soldiers could not inflict more casualties on the fleeing ratmen, they relied on their mechanical marching movements to take advantage of the time when the ratmen fled again and again to push the front line down the mountain step by step.

Go.

Now their front line is the last line of defense near the foot of the mountain.

"There are enough slaves to escape."

Ikrit asked.

"No problem, Staden's failure will be reported all the way back to Skaven Castle."

The plague clan rat scratched his scalp, temporarily stopping the itching that was about to start at any time.

He had just seen enough and strong rats escaping underground from the surrounding tunnels. Among those people, there must be mercenaries brought by Staden.

With the cunning level of these things, they will definitely escape all the way and spread the information on the battlefield to all the Skaven along the way.

"Preparing to take over the battle, Storm Rat drives away the fleeing minions and attracts Stickman's stick figures into the newly created killing hole."

After Ikrit waved his hand, he drew his sword.

The green rune makes it still look like brand new. This time, we will use it to dismantle those match skeletons.

Stickman's men have breached the Eighth Mine, which means that more than half of the left-wing passage to the Skaven underground fortress has been opened.

Nowadays, many underground tunnels are crowded with stick figures.

However, it was at this time that Nagash would not have thought that dear Ikrit had prepared a killing cave for him, a burial place for his stick figures.

"Great Ikrit, I will resign first. I still have purchasing business to do before the camp council convenes."

Eski lowered his head and resigned first. He did not want to get involved in a large-scale battle with Nagash.

Ikrit did not respond to him, but the leader of the Plague Clan made a gesture for him to leave.

The old warlord's eyes focused on the figure sitting in a sedan on the hilltop opposite.

Nagash, your old friend is back.

The leader of the Evil Plague clan was so excited that he called on the mouse to send a message to the troops that were about to join the battle, and sent it to the little warlord who had prepared pickaxes and shovels to ambush around the killing hole. That was a reliable mouse.

Time passed little by little, and during this period Esky kept hearing the bells of the Parliament and the constant coming and going of corpse transport teams.

There were no wounded soldiers in this war. Although the rat-men's war would not leave serious casualties, this time, there were not even minor injuries.

By the time Eski saw the old warlord again, he was already on his way back from purchasing goods, escorted by an entire Stormvermin battalion.

Under the escort of the Storm Rat Camp sent by Ikrit, the engineering warlocks and the Witch Spirits advanced slowly. More, a total of two thousand slave rats used simple triangular wheelbarrows to push heavy goods to the Skryre Industrial Zone.

The face of the old warlord was stained with a lot of ashes for some unknown reason, turning its originally shiny black fur into a dusty mess, making it look very dirty.

"I can probably rush out enough full-body armor, but if you need sophisticated enough armor, you need me to set up a heat treatment workshop."

Esky hinted that maybe the old warlord's money could allow him to build a heat treatment workshop on the front line?

"It would be great if there was any weapon that could suppress that stickman monster."

Ikrit did not reply directly, but instead made a request.

"If I can create a weapon against Nagash, it's time for me to join the Council of Thirteen."

The engineer warlock shrugged and said that as far as he knew of the equipment so far, there was really no equipment that could kill Nagash.

He has no way to destroy God.

"The stickman?"

Ikrit was a little skeptical, but he still remembered the engineering warlock's evaluation in his mind, and at the same time lowered the priority of a plan to kill Nagash.

It is really unreasonable for him, a warlord who just wants to borrow the wealth of Cripple Peak to join the Council of Thirteen, to deal with something that can only be dealt with by the Council of Thirteen.

Let the Council of Thirteen deal with this kind of thing.

However, with the presence of the stickman monster, can they take away all the dimensional stones under the mountain range?

"You have a lot of dust on your body."

"This? This is the ashes left by the match thing."

Fire attack? No wonder those corpse transport teams just now had a strong smell of burnt smell.

Esky stopped and said again.

"I have received your promise. I will join the War Council and assume all the obligations required by the Council."

"That would be great."

With that said, Eski and the old warlord separated at the next intersection. Before parting, the engineer warlock saw a man shrouded in black robes.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like the sewer-running rat of the Essien clan.

However, this group of people is obviously still far away in Cathay and will not return until a thousand years later.

Everything is because I am too young.

Esky sighed inwardly.

He has only been in this world for more than three years. Even though he knows many settings and plots, and can even memorize the timeline, such a short time is still not enough for him to understand even the society of Skaven.<

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Back at the factory, his mind was still occupied by mixed emotions.

Fortunately, the slave workers have followed his plan, turned the purchased items into finished products and slowly started to install them.

Time is no longer so urgent.

Although he could tell at a glance that most of the clan rats provided by Ikrit were former slave rats and former mercenaries, considering their prices and his own financial situation.

This can be regarded as a timely help.

There is no need to be picky.

It’s just this factory...

"The number of slave rats has been maintained at 2,000, and the factory needs more slave workers and skilled workers."

The engineer warlock ordered, and after finishing speaking, Eski gave instructions to the clerk.

"Within a month, let these new production equipment operate at full capacity, otherwise, the responsible slaves will be thrown away to feed the animals."

After saying this, he just felt inexplicably happy. Is this the pleasure of exploitation? Or is this caused by the sadistic desire of the rat man?

His slaves didn't care what mood their master was in giving the order. Such an order immediately caused suffering to the slave rats - the overseers immediately slapped the whips harder in their hands.

, as if this can improve the work efficiency of slaves.

This approach actually slowed down the progress of the slaves. For the slaves who were more seriously injured, not to mention the serious attrition, their work efficiency also began to drop sharply.

Until the eve of Eski's second meeting, less than one-tenth of the work was still completed in the empty new factory.

It's just that the engineering warlock has no time to take care of the situation here. He himself has been invited to the great engineering warlock's room.

The great engineering warlock was holding a round-bottomed cup made of glass - glass is an expensive material that only engineering warlocks doing experiments can afford, and it has become a symbol of nobility - which was filled with black liquid.<

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Esky smelled it, feeling sour in his stomach.

That thing seems to be wine brewed from the black corn in Skaven Mordor.

To be honest, Eski would rather drink the Skaven beer waiting for others than to have his senses tortured by black corn again.
To be continued...