"Of course, my dear brother."

Vitrick Talk.

After a trivial whispering, Eski didn't know if it was a temporary meeting that ended.

After all the other lords left, only one stayed.

"Lord Icrete."

Esky lowered his head to the old warlord.

"I need you to help me build a supply channel for Shikuri industrial products."

Ecret said inexplicably strange words, making the red light in the engineer's eyes brighter.

If it is a general industrial product, Esky has already started partial supply.

Now, Ecret said, only those who may be extraordinary.

"I'm afraid what you want is not the general offer from the Skuri clan."

The white-haired engineer warrior said tentatively.

After seeing that Ecrete's expression was not the same, he continued to say.

"And, I have to make it clear that I will not betray the Skuri clan and sell the Skuri clan's unique products. If the chief engineer finds out this, I will be done."

"If it's here in the Sour Sea, or further east, it's okay."

Speaking of this, the engineer took out his usual suggestive and long tone.

"Of course, of course, no product will likely not appear in the west."

Seeing the engineer's expression quickly becoming serious, Ecret added.

"I mean, there will definitely be no possibility of any leakage."

"Then do you need a dimensional stone bomb, a flamethrower, or other geothermal weapons."

Esky said, taking out a piece of white paper and a half-used charcoal pen.

There is no sample display here at all, so the engineer plans to hand-paint on the spot.

"I will discuss it in detail later. Before that, I have never got anything from the Skuri clan."

Icrete's tone was not too fast.

The old warlords' demand for weapons is not urgent for the time being, and this coup does not require much of those things.

Since these weapons cannot be used to fight for power on the west side, their only purpose is to help the Rickek clan defeat the damn match monster, and then to expand to the east after Rickek occupied the Crazy Peak.

According to the information of the Lord of Defying, in the farther east, there was a group of strange but efficient colleagues.

"Since that's the case, what's going on with Vitrick?"

The white-haired engineer sorcerer put down his pen and asked about his long-standing doubts.

The clan rats of the twelve battalions and the storm rats of the battalions are all very important parts of Rickek.

If Vitrick is there, why should I win over yourself?

"Vitrick is a personal relationship with the Gray Lord. Over the past period, he has established extensive interest connections with those engineers. I and him have also made some troubles over this series of things."

Ecret closed his mouth, as if he had returned to more than ten years ago.

Wilsky once conspired with the old Grey Prophet and was almost emptied his power, but because of some reasons that both him and Wilsky felt absurd, the newcomers from Scarvin Demons picked peaches.

Coming back to his senses, the engineer's eyes were still staring at him, in the dim factory, as if he was warning him.

His pupils shrank a little, and then Icret continued.

"The big engineering warlock who gave you the recent factory belongs to the faction that followed Trab and his ranks. They formed this shitty barracks Supreme Council outside my war parliament, and then..."

Esky spread his paws, and the doubts deep in his eyes did not fade.

"But I still don't understand how a gray prophet can do it."

As he said that, he drew several patterns similar to the auspicious signs on the paper before continuing.

"Especially, I did not see anything that could represent the Thirteen-man Council like this. What to say is that the Gray-Colonel Lord is more qualified than him."

Ecret had a calm face and said nothing, the gray-clothed lord, yes.

In a strict sense, Wersky's identity is indeed more qualified.

The gray wool shawl on his shoulders is a proof of his status.

That is the proof of the thirteen-member parliamentary members under the Screaming Bell of Scarven Demon City.

But who would have thought.

"Because of some great warlords and some damn gray prophets..."

The old warlord tried to explain, but it seemed far-fetched to explain. Now, he himself was a little uncertain.

But Virsky did not object to that action, and the status of a gray prophet was indeed much higher than that of his clan warlord, so he made that coup natural.

No, no, there is another most important reason.

"At the beginning, Staden's headquarters included the mercenaries, which had 150,000 troops before, but after years of consumption, it became what it is now."

Icret confidently told the White-haired Mouse that he had just discovered.

"Fifteen thousand? But I heard that before the front line, two hundred thousand rats were lost in a battle."

"That's what they say at Scarvenmor?"

"Yes, it's almost the same every year. According to the statistics from the Magic City, the total casualties in recent years have reached tens of millions."

Icret reacted a little bit. Every time he lost about 5,000 people, he would report the casualties of other friendly forces together.

The total amount difference can be about six times.

However, the next sentence of the engineer's warlock immediately made him feel uneasy.

"Scarvin Magic City has previously commissioned the scurvy clan to transport a group of about 30,000 storm rats to come. Could it be because of Staden?"

The old warlord stood up, stood in front of the engineering warlock, and whispered loudly.

"What? Thirty thousand storm rats?"

The same red eyes as the engineer's warlock were glaring like a small tomato.

"Why haven't I heard you mention it before?"

"You didn't ask, I thought it wasn't very important, after all, it was on the sea..."

Thinking of the soldiers who fought against the sea beasts, Esky stopped his next words and said.

"My ship is about three times faster than them. Now they should still be on the way to the battlefield."

He suddenly realized what threats the soldiers who were not very powerful in his opinion would be on land.

Icret was also scared, but fortunately his movements were fast enough.

Otherwise, when these 30,000 storm rats arrive, no action will be of use.

However, the damn Prophet Grey, where did the relationship come from to get a total of 30,000 storm rats?!

"I have to go back and act as soon as possible, and you can hurry up, young Scarvin."

Leaving this sentence, Esky saw the warlord and his slave rat quickly leave his territory.

"It seems that we have to ask the Bighorn Rat to let our dear scurvy clan drive the ship a little slower."

There was no response from the void, and there was no ridicule from those big-horned rats alone.

Looking at the runes on his hand, Esky found that he had not contacted Moonlight Girl for a long time, and Moonlight Girl had not contacted him on his own initiative.

Wu Ling grabbed Eskina's paws with only runes and asked in a stiff gopher human language.

"I remember what did you promise those rats on the boat?"

"Your rat-man speech really makes me sick..."

After complaining about Wu Ling, the engineer started to answer seriously.

"That thing doesn't matter. The witch will attract their firepower for us. Her little thing should have been wounded now."

"Then have you forgotten what spell you released on her?"

Wu Ling looked at the engineer with a strange expression, his eyes glancing towards his abdomen, and a little anger was also raised in his expression.

"Of course not, she will probably get a healthy child in about two months, just as you will get three or four months later."

As he said that, Esky glanced at Wu Ling's exposed belly, which was never too much cover.

I haven't been exposed to the sun for so many days, and the color there looks even whiter.

However, perhaps because of the nourishment of the wind of life in the uterus, this whiteness is not the pale color, but is lighter than the color of milk, emitting a breath of nature and life.

Looking at the wind of life that seemed to have been consumed, Esky raised his hand and introduced part of the liquid from the emerald green "pool" piled up on the ground.

"The nourishment of the wind of life is enough to allow her to safely survive all risks of childbirth. As long as she is not caught in the last week or two, there is no problem at all."
To be continued...