On the staff made of thirteen dimensional stones, green and purple-black exude the same light.

A burst of purple-black rotating wind blades flew into the distance from the passage, and the purple lightning and strong winds of the dimensional wind also blocked the tunnel entrance to the square.

Another emerald green light flashed, and thorns grew out of thin air, completely sealing the underground passage where the spell had just been cast.

At this time, the engineering warlock turned around.

"Slaves, your resistance is very interesting."

The tone of the white-haired rats was mocking, but it made the slave rats feel fear. Even the slave rats themselves found it inexplicable. It was obvious that they were not even afraid of the storm rats just now.

The engineer warlock stood just a few steps away from them with a pointy-eared thing, but no slave rat dared to step forward.

The smell of fear began to fill the square, although their eyes were still flashing red.

The white-haired engineer warlock raised his right paw, and the bright red runes on the paw were already bleeding out.

Putting down his paws, Esky said in the usual arrogant tone that the upper class people in Skaven Mordor treat the lowly people.

"Your resistance has won the attention of the great engineer. Although resisting is an unforgivable crime, the great engineer has a kind heart and is always extremely compassionate to the slaves."

"I allow you to form a new clan and become a slave clan of the Skry clan."

After the words fell, that reckless clan rat, no, he should be called Riel now, Esky stared at the panel that might have been brought to him by Xin Liezhi's magic power.

Much of this reckless man’s information is clear at a glance.

Under the shocked eyes of the Slippery clan, Riel held his sword and knelt in front of the engineering warlock.

"Clan Mede will be loyal to Clan Skryre."

"Very good, all the rats here, you are all clan rats."

The engineering warlock dropped these words and disappeared again with the wizard spirit in hand.

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A few hours later, the Elf's third-level ship replenished all the needed supplies and left the port. Only the Witch Spirit and the Engineer Warlock arrived at the entrance to the Eastern Webway.

Nearly 10,000 newly promoted clan rats and more than 10,000 newly captured slaves are gathered here.

This is a huge number, turning the originally concise team into a long marching team.

Riel's clan still needs a large amount of food and grass to accompany them, so only the advance team can follow Eski.

"To be honest, this is the first time in my life that I have entered the Webway. Before, I was limited to trading with various clans at the connection between the Skaven City and the Webway."

Sighing, Esky, who was walking in the passage, lowered his head and used the pads of his feet to carefully feel the large stone slabs with countless traces of time, and then said to Wu Ling.

"This is the so-called original webway of the Old Ones. You pointy-eared things may have never seen it. They were destroyed in a geological disaster. As a result, we can only dig new ones among the broken webways.

Channel."

Wu Ling tilted her head. She remembered that there was indeed a geological disaster in history that affected a wide range of areas, but it happened an unknown number of years before she was born.

Esky withdrew her gaze from observing the tall man. It seemed that she didn't know enough about those cold-blooded things in the south.

That disaster originated from a certain obsessive-compulsive Slan, who tried to use magic to turn the World's Edge Mountains into a straight line due south and north.

He did succeed, but it also caused disaster. Geological disasters caused by terrain correction brought disaster to all races in the old world.

The Skaven are okay, but the dungeon in Skavenmordu was buried.

After this incident, the dwarves were completely devastated.

It is also because of this incident that the underground network has become what it is now, a broken area with undulations and fault zones from time to time.

Esky pointed to the narrow tunnels in the distance that were completely undecorated, and then compared it with the wide area of ​​at least sixteen lanes, facing the Wuling Road.

"The passage we dug cannot be compared with the passage of the ancient saints, even the damaged version."

There are a large number of golden runes in the ancient saint's passage. Esky doesn't know if they are made of gold, or whether they can resist chaos.

Anyway, I still ignored it.

After all, for rat society, gold is not an important thing. You can find a lot of precious metals exuding all kinds of stench in the rat garbage dumps.

"Speaking of which, will your god be angry because I used the gold from the cesspit to build an altar for him?"
Chapter completed!