The explosive power of the Skaven can make the sling shot as powerful as the knock of a small warhammer, and the Skaven's body structure is not suitable for using crossbows.

Therefore, when they were mercenaries, even if they captured these weapons, they would still sell them instead of keeping them for their own people.

Compared with this kind of thing that is difficult to replenish ammunition, he still prefers slingers who can throw accurately, far and hard.

A well-trained clan slinger can threaten ordinary dwarfs wearing armor at a distance of about 50 steps, which is not much worse than the dwarf's crossbow...

Especially in the summer, when the heat gets too hot, you can’t wear those cotton-padded clothes.

However.

The old leader looked at the deep darkness where the arrow came from.

If there are a large number of such crossbowmen hidden there, the advantage will be too great to deal with the slingers who cannot be used on this steep hillside.

"How about we withdraw first? This is the parliament, not the place we should come."

Looking at the appearance of the young rats, the rats looked at each other and said almost at the same time.

"Go away."

"You guys get out first."

In the Skry clan, there is still a busy scene 24 hours a day.

Unlike the slaves and clan rats who work in three or even two shifts, the engineering warlocks are also busy.

Esky nervously pieced together a small bearing and carefully carved strengthening runes on both the inside and outside of the ball. This would at least make these gadgets, which are prone to accelerated wear and tear due to abnormal discharge of the generator from time to time, more durable.<

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In front of him was Vitrik, who had returned to the clan earlier than him. He had just been called to the factory by Eski.

"I have to move to the south as soon as possible. When the Gray Seers see these things, they will find excuses to ask for things from us."

Esky said without raising his head, his attention still focused on the pile of parts to be processed under him and at hand.

"These production lines are not included?"

A smile appeared on Vitrik's face.

"Do you move dozens or hundreds of tons of stuff, which adds up to several thousand tons?"

Eski said displeased with Vitrik's knowing questions.

These things, even a modern truck, would cost hundreds of trips, let alone a rat-powered vehicle.

If it weren't for the willpower required to put all these things in the Sapphire Arch, which he couldn't bear at all, he would really want to move them all at once.

Thinking of this, Eski was working on his hands and talking, regardless of whether Vitrick was listening or not.

"Seriously, I really want to get rid of these rat-powered carts as soon as possible."

"Look at those small clans, hay cakes, mixed with a little bit of rotting rice. This is actually feeding them as clan rats, but it's still wrong."

"The slave rats pulling the carts cannot be fed like this. They must at least be fed some beans to have the strength to work, and the whip will not really shorten the time.

Those with a long service life are all made of rat material and are very expensive."

"I didn't come here to hear you say this."

As he said that, Vitrick looked warily at the white baby mouse held by the side, but his eyes were always staring at his pointed-eared thing.

He took a step closer to Eski and said next to the ears covered with white down.

"By killing Trabb, you will be promoted to the Great Engineer Warlock, and you will also have the status of First Councilor. After working on it for a long time, in the end, I have to manage the affairs of the Skryre clan."

"This shows that the favor of the Great Horned Rat lies with me, the Great Engineer Vitrik, and not with you, your divine favor, who is inferior to me."

As he said that, Vitrico's face showed a pride that was not consistent with his age.

"That's what you came here to say? Don't you think that just because I want to move most of my family's property to the south, it means that this place is no longer under my control? I came to you just to give you this."
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Eski put down a cable in his hand that needed to be strengthened, and took out a piece of ratskin paper from his waist with a sarcastic expression.

"This is the contract for the thirteen factories of Trabb. This is what I want to give you, Vitrik the Great Engineer Warlock."

"What?"

Vitrik said angrily.

With disbelief in his eyes, he cast his gaze on the rat face covered with silvery white lines.

It was full of Skaven's mocking smiles towards the lower-status Skaven.

"It's just over a hundred miles away. There are so many spells that can achieve remote transfer that I don't even want to count them, you idiot."

"Now, use your blood to sign this contract. Then, the thirteen factories will be yours, and you will have enough money to go to the chief engineering warlock to buy medicine that will give you a few more years of life. I will give you

Isn’t it good enough?”
Chapter completed!