"Ratrin?"

Witrick asked, it seemed that this was the silver-white thing placed on the finished table next to it.

"Your new silver weapon?"

"That thing is not made of silver. I just painted the paint outside. Don't blame me for not reminding me if I was fucked."

Esky still had a thorn in his words, but Vitrick got closer and closer to him.

"It's interesting to have that weapon miniaturized and placed on the wheel to keep firing. However, this comes from a mature system, and you can't develop an entire system."

“Where did it come from?”

"Who knows, Vitrick engineer."

Glowing green eyes and scarlet one-eyed eyes looked at each other.

"This has nothing to do with our plan below, we are all serving Bighorn Rat."

"Of course, of course, my friend."

Vitrick's nose sniffed Esky's body.

"But, your body smells like a demon. Maybe I should tell the chief engineer to this discovery."

"what ever."

"Oh."

The old one-eyed engineer chuckled and placed his paws on the painted barrel.

"This kind of weapon is essentially a fire metal, which is no different from a catapult. It's just a different way of launching. The tube can be disassembled separately and made into a weapon that can be used by clan rats."

“In fact, it cannot.”

Esky frowned while pinching his beard.

"If you want to become that kind of weapon, you need to redesign a firing system."

"But you already have a plan?"

"That's the secret recipe."

The white-haired engineer rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, let's do it like this. Scurry must obey my orders."

"If you damage Skuri..."

"If you want to avoid you from missing something, it's best to hide in your mine for a few days now."

Eski blocked Vitrick's words before he finished speaking.

"I really dare to say it, young man. Just rely on the heretical patterns on your body and your abnormal magic power?"

"Otherwise, Vitrick."

At this moment, a rat in a black robe suddenly appeared among the engineers without warning.

Several less courageous engineers had almost released dimensional lightning, but were deflected to the side by Esky's dimensional force field.

"Lord Ecret is looking for you, the honorable first MP."

After saying that, the subordinates of the Lord of Defeat jumped out of the sight of the rats.

"Your little tricks have caused trouble now, right? Our honorable first councillor."

"At least you can't trample the Prophet of the Grey, right, Vitrick. Besides, you've worked with Ecret, don't act like Trab here."

Eski stared at Vitrick with wide eyes, and then stared fiercely at the engineering warlocks around him.

"Now, we all leave my factory if we don't want to be swallowed by the little cutie at my door."

Before those rats really left, Esky's claws made everything on the finished table swallowed up by the sapphire arch into the place where time and space were stripped away with Esky's claws.

The green light flashed, and the instant movement brought Esky to the location of the parliamentary hall, which was the commanding heights of the entire city and was not far from the tent of the Rickek clan.

Several relatively noisy alleys around are now quite quiet, and slave rats and clan rats that should have been distributed on the road are gone.

The city with hundreds of thousands of rats suddenly became like this, and it seems that something has happened.

After another teleportation, the white-haired engineer warrior who arrived at the Rikek camp tent walked straight to a storm rat with the Rikek clan logo on his helmets on both sides of the camp tent.

"Take me to Ecret, or inform him that the First Congressman is here."

Before he could even go and report, Ecret, who was already wearing armor, walked out of the tent.

"Let's go to the war room first."

The old warlord followed several familiar storm rats with Esky. He remembered that he seemed to have seen them the last time he fought with Nagas during the underground battle.

On a square wooden table is a map drawing the terrain of the underground fortress.

There were a lot of dense lines that were so dense that Esky couldn't understand, with a few small green or black flags placed.

"The Prophet Grey can't help but launch an attack?"

Esky asked, looking at the map that he could hardly understand.

"The Prophet of Gray didn't come out."

Icret's claws were supported on the table, looking at the small flags below, especially the one with the logo of the Moss clan, replied absent-mindedly.

"He knew about your masterpiece in the authenticity last time."

"It's just a Jiaoyan technique. He can do that as long as he puts 50 times his mana in it. The current situation is just because he doesn't have that much mana and does not have the ability to consume a large amount of dimension stones."

As he spoke, Esky's voice grew louder and louder, and the sound passed through the eardrums of every storm rat.

"Don't be afraid, although I'm far weaker than Nagas, they should be weaker than me."

The storm rats glanced at Esky and finally didn't say anything.

"No need to incite them anymore, we all know what we are facing. We are facing nearly fifteen times the strength of the troops, and there are no walls, only barricades and highlands to provide defense."

Icret said coldly, putting his own flags near the parliament hall.

There was also the last time the Grey Prophet Stadon was left by the imitation of Screaming Bell. If the Grey Prophet got this thing, they would not have to hit it at all.

It is already quite difficult to get these clan rats under their command to avoid escaping under such a huge gap in force.

"Where is the Lord who turned against him?"

Looking at the black robed things that were obeying Icret's command, Esky asked strangely.

"When he was still on the road, and his scout would tell him what was going on here when he was about two big-horned rats."

"When two big-horned rats are not enough time, the offensive is about to begin."

Esky scratched his head, grinded his claws on his front teeth, and then said.

"Give me a professional messenger, the faster you run, the better."

"Of course, but what are you going to do? If you send orders to the southern stronghold now, it will probably be too late."

A strong and short clan rat came to Esky with the order of Icret, and Esky's left claw immediately grabbed the shoulders of the clan rat.

"Don't worry about it first, then find me a commanding heights where they must go, and then use it."

As he said that, Esky swung his claws, and the thing that had just been swallowed by the sapphire arch lay intact on the floor of the Rikek clan's camp, followed by a green light that made them head towards Scully.

The shadow array inside the factory emits a faint glow, and there are even footprints left by a group of engineering warlocks just now.

Before Esky could clean it, he had already let the messenger stand in the center of the magic circle. It would take time to gather the shadow wind, and what he lacked the most now was time.

A token carved with a blood-colored rune that had never been seen by the messenger before, was thrown into his hands.

"This token is attached to my mana. After the teleportation, the place is about 20 kilometers away from the southern stronghold. There is a road-seeking code for rats like you. After arriving at the place, use this token to find someone named Riel."

The engineer said seriously with a stern face.

"Tell him that, except for the necessary occupying forces, bring all the other rats to the underground fortress."

As he said that, before the messenger could ask anything, the Shadow Wind had already wrapped him up, and in nothingness, he took him to a place a hundred kilometers south.

Without taking a breath, there was another obvious remnant of green steam left on the ground, like a straight line pointing, which was the manifestation of the instantaneous movement being released.

The lords of Icret no longer stayed in the tent, leaving only the bunch of things left by Icret and Esky that the warlords could not understand.

The silver-white six-heel tube is inserted into a complex mechanical structure that cannot be described as circular or directional. The energy tube that is still emitting the green light of the dimensional stone behind is connected to a metal can behind.

He really couldn't see what this thing was for.

This thing looks unreliable, and there are only two units in number.

At this time, Ecrett hoped that the engineer warlock would bring the kind of cannon that he had seen in the tunnel last time.

As long as there are eight or twelve orchestras of that kind, their defense work will be much easier.

"So, have you prepared the place I said?"

Esky didn't care about his not-so-looking face and continued to debug the white jars on the ground, which made the Ecrets unable to help but continue to speak.

"Of course, but I'll ask, are you going to deploy these things?"
To be continued...