The energy of the Warpstone is still too unstable. Any piece of Warpstone can make Eski's instant meter start dancing.

However, all the investment so far has been worth it.

Esky still remembered that the power armor worn by Iktor Talon was powered by a small warpstone reactor made by Iktor Claw.

Now, there are still thousands of years before the birth of Ictor Talon.

As long as he achieves results, he will be able to lead Mosquita in all aspects of technology, preventing that damn tin can from ever trying to crown himself the Emperor of the Skaven Underground Empire.

Thinking of this, Esky became excited again.

He let out the Rat Man's signature shrill laugh.

For a moment, the slave rats in the corridor speeded up their pace unconsciously.

===Separating line===

After the bell rang twice, Eski had arrived at the warehouse next to the port of the Underground Empire, his last place to stay in the Skaven City.

Fortunately, the damn Mosquita confiscated real estate, and the warehouse here was leased from the Scurvy Clan.

Unfortunately, there was no furniture for him to sleep comfortably in the warehouse.

Rather, his current living environment is extremely bad.

The place that was originally open enough for a few production lines came in with more than a thousand slaves and a small number of dozens of elite clan rats.

As a noble master, he had to squeeze almost together with his slaves.

The smell of glands, rat-man excrement, rotting food, and the stench of unwashed fur all mixed together.

Even though Eski put on a filter mask, he still couldn't stand the smell.

If the environment was just bad, that would be fine. What was even more troublesome was that all his property, except for slaves and food, was piled in a corner of the warehouse, and he had to guard against unclean hands and feet of the slaves.

How to sleep at this time, Esky was very troubled.

If it were normal, he would dare to let the clan rats guard the slave rats, and then let the slave rats report the clan rats.

But now, the great Engineer Warlock has fallen into despair, and has been driven out of Skaven City by the Chief Engineer Warlock. These people who always have conspiracies hidden in their hearts have become untrustworthy.

In particular, the Clan Rat is very loyal. Maybe he will plot his remaining family property while he is sleeping.

This clerk, at this time, did not want to jump ship and become a factory clerk under Mosquita, but chose to follow him, a down-and-out engineering warlock. Obviously, he had an agenda.

Are you also plotting these dimension stones?

Thinking of this, the engineering warlock explained.

"Secretary, contact the Scurvy Clan, order ten ships of food, and follow the next batch of support fleets to the front line."

"Y-yes, great master."

He casually asked Mobrier to go and solve the problem of food and fodder first. It happened that when he used him before, he had dealt with the scurvy clan.

If he really has an agenda, it would be more satisfying to extract some value from him before killing him.

Secondly, according to the urine characteristics of the rat people that Esky is familiar with, if he dares not to prepare food for the front line, the more than a thousand slaves will most likely become more than a hundred - the rest will all be turned into military rations

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"Here comes the Horned Rat."
Chapter completed!