“

Special approval of the General Engineering Warlock:

Esky was promoted to Grand Engineering Warlock.

Granting the power of the clan parliament to participate in the regime, no more than three engineering warlocks can be dispatched with identity talismans.

”

As he said that, a piece of amulet engraved with Esky's exclusive IE pattern was thrown into his hand.

Before he could find out what the thing was, the great engineer secretly let the dozen storms disperse and took out a small wooden box himself.

"And this one."

After the box was opened, the present thing immediately attracted the white mouse's gaze, and his red eyes were almost glaring out.

"What's this?"

Although Esky was asking, he had already had an answer in his heart.

That thing looks very much like a phone, but there is no telephone line connection. You can tell by the shape that it is definitely something similar to a phone.

But according to his understanding of the technical level of the clan when he left the city, the current Skuri clan should have not invented the phone. That invention should have happened after the birth of Ictor Little Claw.

The great engineer in front of him approached Esky's ear and whispered.

"The thing the chief engineer just got is called the Far Caller. This thing is very precious, only one set, which is used to let you talk directly to the chief engineer, and we will take it away when we leave."

Suddenly, a harsh bell rang, and Eski looked down and it was indeed the phone.

The phone ringtones are so Scarven-like. He complained in his heart. Esky stared at the big engineer who picked up the receiver and raised his ears, but he heard nothing except the big engineer's voice.

"Hey? Yes, yes, we've arrived at the front-line parliamentary hall. Esky's Grand Engineer Warlock? He's here."

As he said that, the great engineer handed the earpiece to Esky and whispered.

"I am the chief engineer."

Eski suddenly shuddered, put the receiver to his ear and said hurriedly.

"The chief engineer warrior, if it were not for the scurvy clan, unable to replenish soldiers and supplies in a large amount of timely manner, the current situation of war would not have reached such a point."

Only Moskitana's speech without a trace of biomass, full of strange accents, and extremely smooth.

"I don't need an excuse."

The white flying squirrel wiped the sweat from his head, felt a handful of oil, and said in a hurry.

"Of course-of course, I mean, maybe the Scully clan could propose that the Scarven Navy be directly under."

"The scurvy clan is really a waste. If I hadn't been smart enough, I would have died under the navy with sharp ears. Mirza's engineer warlock also died in that naval battle."

But Mosquita on the other end of the phone seemed not interested in this, just asked.

“How is the front line?”

Esky immediately became energetic, his voice became ups and downs, and his tail began to sway around the ground.

Even his colleagues on the side noticed his shaking wings.

"The loss on the front line is really too great now. I am the only one of the engineers who survived. Two noble disaster lords, the demon of the Longhorn Supreme, are also at a disadvantage."

"I want me to say that if you give that dead man a while, maybe he can get close to the Supreme of Longhorns. Of course, he absolutely cannot be compared with the Supreme of Longhorns."

"I just reached an agreement with him that before he repaired the Chaos Crack, we had nine mines below the fourth mine."

"Nevertheless, we were driven out of the Lame Peak, which was only a destined end. Unless we were unable to interfere with the battle on the front line, or for some other reason."

"But if we interfere while he is repairing, we can only be driven out of the Lame Peak faster and give it to the Four Gods of Chaos."

Mosquita opposite was silent for a while, as if he was dealing with the amount of information in these words, and after a while, he said again.

"What are you going to do?"

Esky blinked his eyelids, and was silent for a moment before he said.

"I know some information about the future, the metal of dimensional stones and dwarfs, Gremneil can smel the industrial area of ​​the Great City into a new type of alloy."

"Forge a sword with that new alloy, engrave the strongest runes of destruction with the best engineers of the Great City, and then allow the most outstanding gray prophet of the Prophet Council to attach magic to it."

"We can get a weapon that is enough to kill God, although this weapon will also destroy the user itself. However, using a lead box plus thirteen most powerful seals can prevent the transport team from being killed during transportation."

After hearing Eski's words, Moskita finally realized it after a long time.

"You are as interesting as the far-knocking device in your hand."

The words of the chief engineer warrior seemed to be praising him, but the mechanical texture sound brought Esky an inexplicable sense of horror.

"I have blessings from other Chaos gods on my body, two of the four Chaos gods, the Prince of Darkness and the Lord of Changes. These interesting things may not be good, but I will..."

Before Eski could finish speaking, Moskita on the other end interrupted him.

“God doesn’t matter.”
Chapter completed!