The other party saw that his clothes were completely different from other slaves, and he even woke up in a place where all the dead people should be.

The young clan rat may not have recognized the engineering warlock, so he immediately stretched out his paws to touch the weapons on his body to control this weird rat man.

But obviously, this is of no use.

Without releasing a spell, Eski was just a close body, and his tail rolled up the clan rats in front of him.

In the dark underground and narrow tunnel, Eski knocked out several clan rats, then endured the guidance brought by the pain in his soul, and once again filled the tunnel with green smoke.

The green smoke was about to dissipate again. After Esky confirmed that the teleportation location was correct, he breathed a sigh of relief. He finally teleported himself into the factory of the Skry clan.

This is the second floor of a factory that has not yet been built. Most of the floor here is suspended in the air, and there is almost no reliable load-bearing structure underfoot.

Only the uncorrupted steel wires pulled the mattress made of rat skin, allowing Esky to confirm that this had really reached the core area of ​​the Skryre clan.

He could finally feel relieved. His vision went dark and he fell straight onto the soft cushion.

I don’t know how long it took, but in the severe pain, Esky faced the almost eternal darkness and had only one question to think about.

"Who am I?"

This is a strange question.

For people with a clear enough self-awareness, this kind of question is completely unnecessary.

But...

"I am the son of the ancient saint."

"I am, Skaven."

"I am human."

Several completely different languages ​​were intertwined in his mind, and it seemed that no matter which one he spoke, it made sense.

These invalid information accumulated in the brain, making Eski's brain more and more painful.

In a daze, he seemed to be able to hear some sharp rat noises calling him, but after trying his best to open his eyes, he could only see two blurry figures.

Perhaps a few more hours later, Esky was finally able to see two clan rats with distorted faces that were slightly purple, leaning against his bed with concern.

"What, what's wrong? Great Engineering Warlock?"

The two mutated clan rats asked with concern, but between gasping for air, disgusting pink smoke continued to leak from the corners of their mouths, and this was when Esky felt a thrill.

His factory has long been corroded by the scent of Slaanesh, why does he dare to come back to sleep here?!

After checking his whole body again, there seemed to be no sign that his clothes had been torn apart, Esky pretended to be calm and asked the two clan rats kneeling beside the bed.

"How about Nagash?"

The two pairs of purple eyes looked at each other for a moment, and then turned back to Eski, and said with a little confusion.

"Nagash was defeated, maybe. We saw the black triangular house fleeing to the east, pursued by that light of destruction."

Along with these corrupted people, Eski's eyes revealed a blue light.
Chapter completed!