"What have been bestowed upon me? I don't understand what you are talking about, Eski Engineer Warlock."

The brown-haired clerk took a step back with his thin robe, which still had blood stains on it from when he was injured by the engineering warlock.

"Has your title changed now? It seems that His gift has given you full confidence, right?"

Eski asked his clerk, this guy makes him sick now.

How did you do it in Mobrier?

He shouted "Master" very smoothly, but he was not Mobrier's master. Mobrier was a clerk, not his slave rat.

The white-haired engineering sorcerer knew from the beginning that he did this because he wanted something. Just like what was described in the literary works of the late Renaissance, the old rich man with no children suddenly had seventy or eighty filial piety in front of his door.

Godson.

This means that these godsons are here to seize the old rich man's property.

However, the old rich men in those works are extremely smart characters, and they will not be deceived by these godsons.

The previous white-haired engineering wizards also planned to squeeze out every ounce of value from these "godsons" and then kick them away just like the old rich man did in those literary works.

Therefore, Eski had no intention of taking any measures against Mobrier's little thoughts. Everyone is such a shameless Skaven, so no one can tell anyone.

Mobrier defected to Slaanesh, which was not really unexpected, and Esky was also prepared to deal with it.

But now, relying on this thing, he seemed arrogant in front of him, and he actually wanted to be on an equal footing with the great white rat engineering warlock.

Is a brown-haired bitch worthy?

The angry Eski had the urge to give him a shot of dimensional lightning directly, but resisted and continued.

"However, I'm not bored enough to argue with you now. If you don't want to be swallowed by a sea beast, you'd better help me complete this... ritual?"

While Eski was describing all this, he kept observing the scribe's expression, but his expression changed unexpectedly, which suddenly gave the engineer a terrible idea.

"You do, right?"

Followers of Slaanesh are not normal things.

Probably, Mobrier is thinking about how happy he would be to be swallowed by a sea monster.

Otherwise, his eyes would not reveal that he was so excited.

Maru Tun, right? Nuclear Brother, right!

You must quickly ask your friends to take you to the Tyrannosaurus Pit.

"I lied to you. Even without your help, I will not let the ship be swallowed by sea monsters."

The engineering warlock exhaled a cloud of green smoke from his mask and said.

The expression on the clerk's face clearly showed disappointment, which really confirmed Esky's thoughts.

However, this also shows that the clerk cannot be of any help to the current situation.

The white-haired engineer warlock had no choice but to draw a magic circle on the floor. He was thinking about what he could use to control the wind of magic, most of which came from the wind in the sky.

These prophetic runes may allow him to smoothly control every change and let the changes change before they come.

Shaked his head.

The engineer warlock knows that he seems to be influenced by Tzeentch now, and the above changes appear in his mind at any time.

Maybe there is something else that can be done to get rid of this influence, Eski thought, absentmindedly continuing to carve runes in the ground with his claws, and out of the corner of his eye he noticed the scribe observing the writing of the runes.<

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"Don't look at it, this is the power of Anoqeyan. All this power comes from Ahir, so the spells will stay as if they were born with the wind of magic."<

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The engineering warlock explained, a hint of serious sarcasm suddenly appeared on his face, and Esky didn't know why he did this.

If he remembered correctly, this expression was one that Alclin often showed in front of him before he transformed himself into a metal head.

Do I really think of this guy as my godson? That’s really a comedy.

"Spells are made in nature and can be found by skilled hands. Therefore, even if they do not learn magic, wild wizards with second vision can use the surging magic energy to pronounce the correct spell."

Touching the runes, the runes light up one by one. The original brightness was just like a firefly in the dark, but now it looks like an electric mosquito lamp.

Made up of round and sharp fonts, the entire cabin turned into a darkroom for exposing photos, but it was not as completely dark as before.

At this time, the engineering warlock lit up several runes. The golden and blue lights showed that they were not the same kind of runes. This is what Eski showed, the ability to manipulate different types of magical winds.
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Under the second vision, the green chaotic energy, covering the two magical winds, is very clear.

Then, the white-haired engineering warlock spoke.

"And because I have systematically studied Anoquayan and other things, I can use more complex things, like this."

"Originally, I thought you could do it, but unfortunately, you disappointed me."

"Why don't you show your true skills?"

There is malice hidden in Esky's heart, as well as the narcissism and exhibitionism that Ratmen always have. He knows that he is lying.

And if Mobrier had the ability he said, then Mobrier also knew that he was lying, but the engineer warlock still chose to lie.

The runes he lit up just now all played their roles separately and were never mixed together.

If the runes in this cabin were to exert their true effect, they should not have such an effect.

The scribe was not moved by the engineering warlock's words, but there was a bit of ridicule in his eyes.

This is exactly what the engineering warlock wants, and the white-haired rat understands that his judgment is completely correct.

So, he slowly walked around behind the clerk, his voice changing from sharp to hoarse.

"Mobrier, you have never been in contact with the upper class of Skaven at all. You are only serving members of the upper class, such as me."

His voice was as low as a whisper, but his words revealed the engineer's ruthless sarcasm towards his stupidity.

This is what He wants.

The clerk thought this, and he continued to listen.

"So, although you are insidious and cunning enough, in front of your colleagues, you are completely unaware of how many crimes you have committed in the society we live on."

Suddenly, Mobrier felt a paw push on his back. He lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Looking back, the engineer warlock took out the magic halberd from nowhere and pointed it at his neck with the pointed blade of the staff that shone with green light.

Under the illumination of green light, the engineer warlock's face showed a sense of compassion.

"Practice His magic and treat it as the most important thing. You have betrayed the Horned Rat. All rats will despise your behavior. Only some warlords from marginal clans will use you as a urinal - need

Use it when you need it, and then kick it away if it smells bad."

As he said that, the engineering warlock saw the familiar expression on the scribe's face again, that sickly, twisted smile with joy. He never wanted to see this on the face of a male rat man.<

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Although, if you believe this thing, you will soon not be able to tell what gender it is.

"The Council of Thirteen will never allow something like you to exist. You will live under assassination all your life. Unfortunately, you seem to regard being killed as a kind of enjoyment, so you will be killed."<

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The feeling of disgust came to my heart again.

Under Eski's second vision, he discovered the strange flow of chaotic energy around him.

If he hadn't seen this strange energy flowing towards the scribe, the engineering warlock would probably have fired a dimensional lightning directly at the scribe.

Following the vague intuition in his mind, but it was extremely clear compared to yesterday, he lowered his head and continued.

"As your former master, I am thinking, otherwise, I will execute you with the most cruel method. In this case, at least you can satisfy your wish."

The sickly flush on Mobrier's face seems to prove that the engineer's approach of following his intuition is correct.

However, it is really impossible not to feel disgusted.

"Now, let's fulfill your value first, bitch, and I'll break your bones to pieces in a moment."

He slapped Mobrier on the mouth, grabbed his scalp and dragged him to the magic circle, making the clerk look like the most filthy and despicable slave thing in Skaven Castle.

It was so humiliating, but Esky discovered that under the second vision, Mobrier was actually using chaotic energy to mobilize the eight magical winds to control these things.

What a despicable thing.

"I sacrificed a slave rat for you, and you turned into such a despicable thing to repay me. It's enough."

Even after seeing that this thing was really working for him, the engineer warlock still felt uncomfortable.

He used the tip of his staff to make an opening on the clerk's back, and immediately, smelly blood slowly flowed out.

As the tip of the halberd continued to flow, it turned into a word SLAVE.

However, just like this, Mobrier worked even harder, and most of the runes in the entire cabin lit up under his control.

This, of course, would not make the Engineer Warlock feel the slightest bit grateful to him. The white-haired rat clearly knew the reason for all this, and the Engineer Warlock continued to ask fiercely.
To be continued...