"Okay, then I'll accept it."

The blue space door flashed past, and a lead box fell in front of me.

Eski opened it, counted thirty-five dimensional coins from it, and handed it into the hands of the slave owner.

Then the engineering warlock took the chains around the slave's neck from his hand and pulled it into his own hand.

"Then, from now on, these slaves belong to me."

As the engineering warlock said, the other party put away the bag containing the dimension stone, showed his palm and slowly backed away, and suddenly disappeared into the crowd at an extremely fast speed.

Esky raised his eyebrows, no wonder this guy didn't bring a guard.

As the ships of the Slippery Clan came in one by one to unload their cargo, the number of clan rats and slave rats belonging to Eski became more and more numerous on the pier, so much so that they soon blocked the group of rats conducting trade.
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The leader, the Storm Rat, who had just surrendered and became the Mede clan a month ago, immediately followed the Engineer Warlock.

"The troops have been assembled and are just waiting for the order from the Engineer Warlock."

However, his flattery did not go down well with the engineering warlock.

"Go away, I need you to report?"

The engineering warlock put the staff on his neck, and the sharp blade on it almost cut his skin.

"Where are the original leaders?"

The white-haired rat, which is a head shorter than the storm rat, speaks rat-human language with a cold murderous intent.

"They are just clan rats. The weak should naturally obey the strong."

The Storm Rat was frightened by the powerful magical energy and showed an aura of fear, but hesitantly answered the Engineer Warlock's question.

He was immediately slapped on the face by the engineering warlock, and the sharp claws left blood marks on his face, but this made him cover his face and become more compliant.

"Yes, yes, humble slave, immediately find the original slave for the great master."

After returning to the team, it seemed that after communicating with other Storm Rats for a while, a dozen Clan Rats who looked physically injured were pointed at the Engineer Warlock.

Then, they all took out their whips and began to vent the humiliation they had received from the engineering warlocks on other clan rats.

The Engineer Warlock was too lazy to care about them, and gave a new order to the clan rats who were used to it - to lead the team to follow the Engineer Warlock to the headquarters of the Skry Clan in the city.

Walking on the road, Wu Ling suddenly spoke, her body got closer and closer to the human slaves, and her eyes stared directly at them.

"Why did you buy these monkeys?"

The wizard asked the engineering warlock, but his eyes continued to scan the human body.

"Monkeys? I thought you didn't call them that here."

The engineer warlock sneered and glanced at the witch spirits - in the world of 40K, the elves have always called humans monkeys.

The same attitude is not surprising. Elves have many reasons to look down on humans, but the engineering warlocks did not expect that the elves in the Middle Ages were also called monkeys.

Eski glanced at the bodies of the seven humans again and continued.

"At worst, it can be used as food for feeding young rats. Although I am not sure whether human meat has a fortifying effect in this era, but as a good neutral carrier, they are an indispensable material for many experiments."
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pinching the soft long white beard on his chin, the engineering warlock shrugged.

"Moreover, as a race created by the Ancient Saint, the upper limit of this race is quite high, and it may have many other uses."

Having said this, Eski glanced around at the dirty and pale faces of the human slaves again.

Other uses - such as Sigma, I wonder if it is possible to create a rat god among humans?

The elf's attention was attracted by a noun.

Ancient Sage?

The birth year of mice is definitely not as old as elves, but...

"I don't know many of the things you mentioned. Although this is knowledge that most elves don't know, they should also be unknown to the ratmen."

There was a questioning flavor in the wizard's words, but compared to him more than a month ago, Druzil's words had become quite euphemistic, and his tone had become quite soft.

Seeing this tone, Eski smiled and patted Wu Ling on the waist. He was so surprised that Wu Ling jumped forward more than ten feet and said again.

"Who knows, maybe I am the reincarnation of the Ancient Saint? For example, I said that Ogre is actually the closest to perfect work of the Ancient Saint. Do you believe it?"

As he spoke, blue light appeared, and a tall blue figure that looked dirty and vulgar appeared in front of the road.

"Ogre? I've only seen this kind of thing in books."

Wu Ling shook her head. She would never think that this kind of thing would be a nearly perfect creation.

"When I have a chance, I can take you..."

The engineering warlock suddenly swallowed what he wanted to say, frowned tightly, and stopped in place.

Listening to the humming of the slaves behind, Esky finally realized something was wrong. He had no idea what the humans were mumbling behind.

"Speaking of which, what language do humans speak? I don't know it at all."

The engineering warlock turned to ask the witch spirit, but he only shook his head in response. After all, the witch spirit didn't even know foreign languages.

Turning his head and staring at the slaves who had inexplicable expressions of fear and confusion on their faces, the engineering warlock scratched his scalp angrily, leaving a dozen white hairs in his claws.

"If they are mage, I can communicate with them in magic language."

As he said this, he looked at these primitive-looking humans wearing simple animal skin clothes and complained with authority.

"Damn it, I have to go to the slave market."

The marching team, which was preparing to anchor at the same spot, immediately changed its direction - the slave market and the headquarters of the Skry clan were not in the same place at all.

After more than an hour of searching, they passed the territory of several clans on the road. Amid the concessions and silent march of the other parties, the engineering warlock and his party finally arrived at the slave trading market.

Many rats are bringing their slaves here to exchange the goods they need, and there are also many shops with thin and slaves who have not yet become thin in front of them.

Walking to the area where the slaves were most densely packed, Eski called on the Storm Rats to lift him up.

At the same time, the Engineer Warlock has set up a dimensional stance for himself. Who knows whether these newly activated Storm Rats will make a sneak attack.

The business of the rat people in the square was affected, and most of the eyes were focused on this side. The engineering warlock who saw this situation came out from the mouth of a sharp rat language with magic amplification.

"I am the engineer warlock of Clan Skryre, the great Eski Ivo. Who can speak the language of these hairless monsters? I need a clan rat."

Many slave rats' eyes shone brightly, and they lowered their heads as if against their master's wishes.

With the help of the wind of heaven, this series of details were noticed by the engineering warlock. There were about thirty people in total, and the clothes on their bodies were also intact.

Presumably, their clan was destroyed in the war, and they were caught by other clans on their way back, treated as deserters and then used as slaves?

The strongest one is a clan rat who is a little over 16 meters tall. His owner is preparing to trade in a fabric store.

Under the gaze of the slave owner, Esky took out a handful of dimensional coins, about twenty or thirty.

The slave owner heard clearly what he just said.

His eyes intersected with the slave rat several times, and then his eyes flashed past the engineering warlock's staff and the huge army outside. Although the greed in his eyes did not shrink at all, he finally accepted the money.

After buying three more less strong rats, in the silence of the engineering warlock, all the rats were silent together, but their tails were lashing restlessly as they continued on the road to the Skryre clan's headquarters.
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"How did you learn?"

On the way, Esky suddenly asked, and the relatively small one behind him spoke first.

"Before, my tribe represented the Supreme Council of the camp to negotiate with these hairless dogs, and I learned a little bit."

Have you learned a little?

The engineering warlock looked at him deeply and withdrew his gaze from him.

The learning ability of rat people is actually very strong. Their short life span and eternally exciting hormones make their intake of information fast among many races.

On the one hand, due to biology and on the other hand, rats are eager to master, or possess, more gadgets, and knowledge is also one of these gadgets.

Although most rat people do not have the opportunity to receive education.

"Very good, help me translate with them. Ask them which tribe they are from."

Eski's "reuse" of this rat immediately aroused the glares of several other slaves who were already dissatisfied with him for being the first to flatter him.

The engineer warlock looked at that posture, hoping that he would give him a good look after all the slave owners were gone.

The short slave didn't seem to notice this, or maybe his attention was focused on questioning or translating.

After a brief exchange of lips and tongues, the short guy turned around, tilted his head and exposed his neck to the engineering warlock.

"He said he was from the tribe of Ammon, and so were these three males and this female, and the two females were from the tribe of Tulayman."

The engineering warlock's expression remained unchanged, and he slowly uttered a word.

"Ability?"

Only this time, the slave rat did not go back to communicate with the human slaves, and immediately responded to the engineering warlock.
To be continued...