to twenty years.

The production of the elixir of life is in his hands, and he is not afraid of any talented rats disobeying his orders.

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"Eski Engineer Warlock."

The sharp rat sound vibrated in the dim corridor.

The white-haired engineer warlock looked up. He was a guy with yellow fur. He was wearing a vest made of animal skin. This was probably considered armor?

There is a sharp knife in his hand that is not rusty and polished to a shine. This is a clan rat.

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Individual:Mokubu

Age: 7 years old

HP:130

Magical Wind Reserve: 0

Armor Strength:12

Leadership:10

Movement speed: 37

Melee Attack:25

Melee Defense: 27

Weapon Power:18

Charge bonus: 10

Troop range:~

Remote killing:~

Ammunition Capacity:~

Individual characteristics: Rats are overwhelming in numbers, and rats scurry around holding their heads.

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Esky raised his head and glanced at the panel of the rat in front of him. It looked like a loser. There was greed in his eyes, and he was a loser who had heard some news.

"Go away."

Eski didn't want to communicate with this kind of waste, so he slapped him away and walked straight to his room.

Not far from the Mosquita factory, Eski asked the slave rats to dig a basement for themselves as a living room.

It won't be confiscated for the time being, and Mosquita must be eager to take over his factory.

The white rats returned to their rooms and allowed the slaves who had their hands and feet cut off, blinded and castrated to lick their well-maintained fur - in the Skaven City with almost no clean water, this was the most useful thing.

An efficient way to bathe.

"Engineer Eski, Engineer Alklin want to see you."

The sharp voice sounded familiar.

Eski looked up and saw that he was still the same loser as before.

Alclin's people?

Boom--boom--

Before he could respond, footsteps came from the side. The familiar sound of banging something was Alclin.

Sure enough, as the slaves licked him, a brown-haired rat man with his head covered in metal appeared. He came to his adopted son holding a metal staff with green electric sparks flashing above it.

"All the efforts of the past few years belong to Mosquita. How do you feel now, my son, if you had given me a little more earlier, at least now you can keep the biggest part."

The engineering warlock Arclin laughed at his son. After transforming his own body, he was not as excited as his son.

"The frontline is a very dangerous place, especially for a spellcaster like you. Don't be killed by Nagash, my dear son."

Then there was another burst of sharp laughter.

"Are you here just to laugh at m-mine?"

Esky jumped up angrily and excitedly, and the electric light on his right paw flashed.

"Of course not, my dear son. In fact, I need your new forging machine. I know that this thing is not in your real estate."

Alclin said firmly.

"In exchange."

He stamped his staff, and the slaves who heard the sound brought in a baby rat with white fur, which was quite rare, but Eski had no intention of adopting a white-haired rat.

Seeing Eski's suspicious look, Alclin walked behind the baby rat and lifted its tail.

"Is this a female rat? A female rat with white fur?"

It was quite a rare thing, which made Eski's expression become uncertain.

Maybe Alclin really came to do business, but it was Alclin who got him to where he is today.

"Yes, my dear son, it will be very useful. If we continue to quarrel, Mosquita will be given the advantage again."

The engineering warlock, who also had a metal head but was obviously simpler than Mosquita, smiled and said to his son.

The values ​​of a special breeder rat and a new technology that can monopolize the market for ten years are obviously not equal, but value is always a relative concept.

The value of the coffin of a person whose mother has just died is different from that of a person whose mother is still alive.

For Esky, who was going to the front line to fight a long-term war, the value of a special breed rat was undoubtedly greatly increased.

"I'll take the deal, Alclin be damned."

The white-haired rat slapped away the metal head that wanted to shake hands with his paw, and started counting bricks along the floor of the room. Suddenly, he stopped.

"What you want is down there, dig it out yourself."
Chapter completed!