The flame burns the wound, turns it into ashes and makes it reborn. Aksha's flames inherently contain the meaning of rebirth.

Although Esky did not learn much of Akshay's magic, considering that he was likely to become a slave of Tzeentch in the future, the engineering warlock decided to teach him this knowledge that he had never learned before.
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Eski almost crammed more than a dozen incantations of flame magic into Termilan's brain, so much so that when walking in the alleys of the Skry clan, Termilan still recited them with his eyes closed.

Magic spell.

With his eyes closed, Termilan suddenly felt a paw on his shoulder. When he raised his head and opened his eyes, he immediately saw his new owner, who was more than a head taller than him, holding a bag and speaking kindly to him.

"Termilan, it may be difficult for me to give you time to practice in the future. Take these dimension stones. After that, you have to practice on the battlefield to fight off the attacks of skeletons."

Termilan looked greedily at the bag of dimension stones handed to him and weighed the weight. There were at least two claws of dimension coins.

"Yes, yes. My master."

The apprentice lowered his head and spoke sincerely.

Esky patted him on the back, raised his head, and showed a kind smile.

"Don't be so timid. When we come back, I can guarantee that you will be promoted to an engineering warlock."

Walking in front and pacing slowly, Esky said in the same slow tone.

"Your former master wanted to get rid of you, but for the benefit of the Skry clan, I naturally have to give you a chance, what do you think?"

"Of course, of course, I am grateful, my master."

As Termilan listened, he began to curse his former master in his heart, thinking more and more that that mediocre person deserved to die for daring to hinder Termilan, who was favored by the Horned Rat.

This made him feel a little more favorable towards the new master in front of him, who in his mind was roughly equivalent to the role of the tool man sent by the Big Horned Rat, and he became more diligent in reciting the spells that might have been given by the Big Horned Rat.

"You may not like to use flames to treat yourself, but you can first use them on the wounded soldiers on the battlefield later."

Eski pointed at the incantation on the rat-skin paper and said.

"And this, the Flame Skull. You can try to burn those skeletons with this roaring skeleton."

Hearing this, Termilan called out to Akshay, but their number was too few, and they just released a small flame in front of his eyes.

"But, Aksha is so rare, will this consume precious dimension stones?"

The apprentice asked in confusion.

"Sorry, it was my mistake. Can you already feel Akshay?"

Esky shrugged and stuffed the rat-skin paper into his apprentice's arms.

"The fun teaching ends here."

He had no idea that in such a short period of time, this Skaven would be able to call Aksha and successfully cast the spell.

Even he, a white-haired rat, can't do it. Why should he be a bastard?

Suppressing the emotions in his heart, Eski quickly walked outside the Skrei clan's station and took down the torches used for public lighting - the Skree clan all used electric lights for lighting, and there was no such thing as a torch.

.... He used an iron ring and a rough helmet from the factory to fix the torch on his little apprentice's head, and then Eski continued.

"Put this thing on your back, or tie it somewhere like this, so that Akshay's concentration will continue to increase."

Termilan could indeed see that the red concentration in front of him was increasing. He listened to this new knowledge more and more carefully, and continued to recite the incantation just now in his heart.

As for his new owner's behavior of stealing street lights, both rats ignored it.

"Then, you can use it to create Aksha's crystal and make it into a staff. In this way, you will have a higher affinity with Aksha."

Esky said, without further demonstration, he would not be able to extract Aksha's crystal, and now he could just barely extract Ji Lun's crystal to make a life staff.

However, in addition to the staff, there are other elements.

Eski looked at the apprentice up and down and frowned.

"And your clothes, take them off quickly. Akshay will vomit when he sees the black stuff. From now on, your clothes, shoes, and all decorations must be in red, which represents Akshay." Read the book

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After getting what the apprentice needed from other engineering warlocks as quickly as possible, the apprentice, who was dressed in red, was still puzzled.

"But, my master, aren't you still wearing a white robe?"

Eski slapped him on the back of the head, so much so that the torch above his head almost set his scalp on fire.

"That's because I am a special spellcaster, but you are not. Now, you have learned almost enough, go and show your power on the battlefield."

After handing the new apprentice into Ikrit's hands personally, Eski could deal with other matters with relative peace of mind.

Before entering Nurgle's garden, he still needs an army, an army that will not be corroded by Nurgle and does not have to worry about supplies.

It's best to prepare all of these before finding Tzeentch's Book of Destiny.

In the dark alley of the underground fortress, Eski was once again blindfolded and brought to the rebel master.

The engineering warlock does not think that there is any use in making these useless coverings in front of himself who has magical vision.

But after all, they won’t fall out with the defector for the time being. Because of the 10,000-dimensional coins, their good relationship can last for at least thirty years, so they just follow the other person’s wishes.

After taking a sip of the fresh milk provided by Eshiriga, Esky frowned. The strong smell indicated that this stuff came from a female rat, and that it was a female rat that had been specially modified to produce milk.

Only those specially modified female rats whose nipples are more than 10 times that of normal female rats and whose entire abdomen is almost supported by mammary glands and a small amount of fat will have milk that is both unpleasant to smell and taste bad.

"If you can't find a technician who can make it taste better, I can help you later."

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Eski looked embarrassed and pushed the cup of fresh milk away in disgust.

"Forget it if you don't want to drink it, it's hard for storm rats to drink it after leaving the breeding pit."

Eshiliga leisurely drank the stinky milk in the cup.

"So, why are you looking for me this time?"

A piece of rat-skin paper was pulled out by the engineering warlock and placed on the table. On it was a relatively sloppy, but it could be seen that it had been deleted many times and was quite dirty... There was also a very dirty image next to the image.

Their sizes are marked, above 2.8 meters.

"Eshiliga, I know that your scouts and expedition teams have been to many places in the east and north. Tell me, have you ever seen this kind of brainless creature called an ogre?"

Looking at the engineer's question, Eshiliga called a scribe who was copying the book, asked him to go down with the image, and then said immediately.

"Of course I know this stuff."

"Far away in the east, there is a continuous mountain range, and there are also some small tribes there. Some small tribes often hire them with food to fight against the greenskins that they cannot defeat."

"Just, what do you want this for?"

The defector doesn't understand why the power of these weaklings is needed when Eski, who is far more powerful than these Eskis who only have muscles, fat and big stomachs,

Eski pulled off the robe on his chest, allowing half of the spreading traces of the spider web to be displayed in front of Eshiliga more clearly than the traces of the undead that swelled on his face.

A small part of his body has begun to become completely undead, but it still has a magical aura with the attribute of plague.

"Solve the trouble this Nagash has caused me, and then I will repay him."

Touching the rough green fur on his chest, Esky even laughed. It is said that anyone who uses a sword will die by the sword, and he hoped that Nagash would get the same reward.

"The solution requires something that is brainless but has good combat effectiveness?"

Eshiliga asked. He immediately realized that he had asked a meaningless question and took a big sip of the fresh stinky milk brought by the slave rat on the side.

"That's right. I think it will be enough as long as one or two teams of ogres can serve."

After listening to Eski's words, Eshiliga glanced back.

The book-copying thing had already delivered what he wanted, and a map was quickly displayed on the reception table.

The blazing green light of the warpstone lamp just ordered from Skary illuminates the map.

"Prepare the meat first, those things will rebel quickly if they don't eat meat. I'll contact the Slippery Clan and a slave trader I know, and we can get it done soon."

As Esiliga said, he pushed the easternmost part of the map in front of Eski. There was an ugly head on it, but it could be barely seen from the outline that it was an ogre.

Although I didn’t look at the scale, judging from the map, that place must be at least five or six hundred kilometers away from the underground fortress.

"Slave traders?"

Eski asked, he really didn't expect Eshiriga to have anything to do with this kind of thing.

"That is an outstanding talent. He has done this kind of business before. While signing a mercenary contract for the ogres with a lot of fresh slave rat meat and weapons and equipment, he also sold the ogres' slave contracts to unseen people at a high price.

A warlord who has outlived the ogres."

Is this fucking okay?

Eski asked with his eyes widened.

"He hasn't been killed yet?"

Speaking of this matter, even Eshiriga's originally emotionless black eyes trembled slightly.

"The most amazing thing is the final result. Both sides can accept it. The ogres got the food they wanted, corpses all over the ground, and the warlord brought another warlord's lair."... "The warlord was very sensible and didn't ask any questions.

Regarding the slave contract, perhaps it was because the ogres were not shackled from the beginning and entered the new den with wealth and equipment. The ogres left with dozens of carts of cured meat that they could pull.
To be continued...