Ordinary people who learn Anoquayan will only think that it is a deliberately complicated language that is difficult to learn.

People with magical talents, even without learning, can uncontrollably recite a simplified version of the Anoquayan incantation belonging to a specific spell under the guidance of the wind of magic, which is what humans would call it thousands of years later.

Magic text.

Touching his head, which had become a little dizzy due to the exhaustion of mental energy, Eski's finger pointed at a wild beast casually, and the flowing electric fluid transformed into a spell model as Eski's fingers twisted.

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White electric light flashed, and along the engineer warlock's fingertips, a thick bolt of lightning shot out quickly, hitting the target.

A disgusting yet satisfying aroma of barbecue emanated from Tregala's body, and its entire body was burnt black by the high-intensity electric current.

Esky looked at the energy floating around his body. It was probably enough to clean up the remaining things, but if it were mental, it would become quite bad.

There are always subordinates who should be blamed, and this is the time to take action.

At this point, Tregara's advancing trend has been completely stopped, and the engineering warlocks turned back to look at the incompetent rats who couldn't even make a battle formation.

They also seemed to be aware of the change in the atmosphere on the battlefield.

In an instant, except for those beasts that were still struggling, everyone else became very dark.

Esky even had the illusion that he could hear the hearts of these rats thumping under their ribs.

It is not elegant. After these days of marching, it even looks very greasy. Underneath the white hair is a pair of red eyes with a mocking look.

"It seems that you all thought it was over?"

The sharp voice of the white-haired engineer warlock made these incompetent subordinates lower their heads, and behind them was the sound of the witch spirit killing the trapped Tregala.

"There is an entire clan of ratmen up there. If you don't form a good phalanx now, you will most likely die, but I won't."

None of these subordinates refuted, they just silently had a little order, with the slave rats in front and the clan rats behind, gathering together.

Then he bent down to show respect for his master, and then raised his head and exposed his neck to show his loyalty to his master.

The raised faces of the rats were twisted, as if they were always full of malice, but they were spraying the smell of fear together, as if they wanted to spray out every drop of their respect for their master.

This is a bit of an advantage. When the battle comes, these guys will at least not flee due to the smell of fear.

The engineer warlock thought in his mind, but that was not the point.

Perhaps it's because many good shields just now were torn to pieces by the monsters, but now there are almost no shields in the hands of the gathered ratmen.

These weapons and equipment are the trophies of the clans that the slave rats had previously contributed to. The lack of equipment is really reasonable.

However, the engineer warlock will not give up issuing orders because of equipment.
Chapter completed!