Eski knew that Moskita was talking about his own dimensional stone reactor. Once that thing was completed, the technology of the rat man would rise to the level three thousand years later in less than a hundred years.

But how did Mosquita know the advanced nature of that thing? He didn't see it when he was in the big city.

"The combat missions and production missions on the front line are too heavy, and I can't handle that thing for the time being."

After saying it perfunctorily, Esky changed his words and said again.

"The Far Caller is not a thing of this era. Can you contact Yiket. Claw?"

"If possible, wouldn't it be better to let Ictor Claw return the drawings of the Dimension Stone reactor?"

As he said this, Esky's claws couldn't help but sweat, and his tail swept around behind him uneasy.

“If possible.”

Mosquita repeats these words without any fluctuation.

Esky felt relieved. It seems that Scarvenmor did not really get on the line with Ictor Claws.

This phone is likely to be a specialty made in the Chaos Demon Realm where there is no concept of time.

If the things in my memory are not wrong, the terror in this world seems to like to give the soldiers under my command some future-style weapons.

Thinking of this, he licked his sharp white teeth and said again.

"What I said before, is the formation of the Scarven Navy?"

Eski blinked his eyes, his red eyes full of expectations, but the engineers on the other end of the phone obviously could not see it.

"You are not yet at the point where you can let the clans use the influence of the council."

Even though the stiff voice was still thousands of miles away, Esky lowered his head and whispered.

"Yes, yes, but the chief engineer, there is another thing that needs to be asked for instructions."

"After the situation on the frontline stabilizes, I will train engineering warlocks on the frontline, and the number will be much higher than that of apprentices, and may reach the scale of the Dimensional Science and Technology Academy in Ictory Claws in the future."

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time before Moskita's voice came again.

"All the engineers trained belong to the Skuri clan."

All the engineers? Of course, Esky thought, and his mouth was still sweet flattering.

"Of course, of course, everything belongs to Scully."

But in those pink and white ears, I immediately heard a name that made him quite sensitive.

“The Alclin Engineering Warlock will arrive at your location in four months to rebuild the logistics of the frontline.”

Alclin!

That bastard, bastard, Eski Ivo's "father" in this world is also the culprit that caused him to exile to the front line.

He is coming?

Is this his conspiracy or the arrangement of the chief engineer?

Thousands of thoughts were surging in Esky's heart. What's more important is that the Skuri clan did not intend to withdraw from here?

The records he dug out from the depths of his memory showed that Skuri should have drained all of Skuri's power after suffering several major losses.

Esky asked tentatively.

"But we have lost so many engineers?"

This seemed like a stupid question, Moskita didn't even mean to respond to Eski, and continued.

"The God-killing Sword you mentioned will start trial production within a week. It is expected to take thirty years, or it may be longer. Before it is made, the dead will be nailed to the bottom of the cursed mountain."

Esky immediately lowered his head respectfully again.

"Affect the order."

"Let Quiselta connect the caller far away."

"Yes, the chief engineer is looking for you"

As he said that, the receiver was handed over to the big engineer who finally knew what it was.

With Quislta's gesture, a small group of Scarvans hurried over to block Esky's vision. The storm rat, who led the lead, even drove Esky out, regardless of whether the white rat could take the lives of all their rats.

The blue light forced the thinnest group of things to retreat, and Esky slowly retreated to the safe area recognized by Scarvens.

The rats belonging to Quiselta also moved closer to Esky, as if they were to play a surveillance role.

There was no tweeting of these things. From their slightly opened mouths, Esky could see that these things had their tongues cut off. They could not reveal the secrets of the engineers. They were obviously Quiselta's real confidant.

After waiting for a long time outside the region, Esky got the opportunity to negotiate with his colleagues.

Both sides chose intact chairs under the ruins of the canteen, and sat down. Quiselta pointed to the surrounding tunnels that were no different from the waste.

"This is all ruins. I don't think there is any need for reconstruction. At most, I allow repair factories and a small number of manufacturing sites here."

As he said that, his paws hooked towards Esky, he asked the slave rat to pour a bowl of black wine for Esky, and said it as if it was easy.

"Where is your city?"

Esky took a sip of wine, wiped his beards on both sides with his sleeves, and dyed his white robe black. Then he said.

"It's just an underground city, far less than the surrounding strongholds."

"The soil problem over me is that I can't grow crops, only thin weeds can grow. If your factory passes, the environmental problems will worsen further, and maybe in the end I will not even be able to cultivate black corn."

Questalta then said quietly as he swallowed the wine in his bowl.

"Are you saying that Scottish's factory or should you stay in such a dangerous place?"

Eski shrugged.

"Of course not. At most, there can be front-line logistics and repair places here. For the remaining problems, we can find the slippery clan to solve. It just so soon, the parliament will hold a meeting, and I am the first member of the war parliament in this underground fortress."

Quiselta sneered, and his claws knocked on the used table in front of him.

"That has nothing to do with me."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Eski, I am different from you, I was not sent to you."

"I will perform a few more tasks soon, and then I will dismantle this thing with the chief engineer and colleagues from Dacheng to see if I can create more far-far-talking tools."

"But if there is another problem with Scottish, plus the responsibility this time, it is not the problem of you losing the title of Big Engineering Warlock."

The sound of the screaming bell hit Esky's heart with his words.

"Of course."

The white-haired engineer tilted his head, lowered his head slightly, and released a piece of green smoke, disappearing into the Skuri's residence.

"It's really rude."

Questalta shook his head and drank the bowl of wine that had been dyed with the aroma of dimensional stone in one go. A fiery feeling surged into his brain. He stretched out his claws and called a weak slave rat.

On the other end, as the bell kept ringing, the members of the parliament gradually arrived.

After the clerk hired by Ecret made a statement about the status quo, a bill that Esky temporarily drafted was brought up again.

"So, we won't withdraw our troops?"

As the clerk finished reading the proposal one by one, Ecret asked in surprise, his red eyes were full of doubt.

This is different from what they agreed to. Didn’t this white mouse agree to not want both the two and the other?

"Half and half, with the joining of the Lord of Disaster, we can leave a part of the troops to guard here."

Esky held his head and said, indeed, it was the same as the expression in Ecret's eyes, and he made the same decision as before.

He knocked on his head, and his white haired claws left blood marks on his flesh.

"It's true that I can't do my best no matter what I do, and I will get all my troops as much as possible."

Exposing a red eye, Eski stared at the rubies and swept to the other members of the MPs around him.

"Cartoon runes with dimensional stone powder on the frontline positions to build fire positions for disaster lords. Maybe we can tear the reality into a threat, so that Nagas could not take full advantage, just like this time."

Such actions may scare some unsightly guys, such as a small clan who has just replaced the vacant clan of the Evil Clan, but it will definitely not scare the heads of those big clans.

Pollock Green Skin Slicer rings the tabletop, focusing everyone's attention on his exquisite and enchanting armor.

"How are you sure the dead guys will follow your plan? The Morse clan will not trust a gambler."

Esky just reached out and touched the pillar of precepts that had shrunk in unknown proportions.

The green light instantly flowed into Esky's body, and the divine power stored in his claws from the rat corpse flowed into every blood vessel of his blood.

A green light suddenly appeared in Esky's eyes, and the eyes of other members of the congressmen also changed their color, and then he said.

"The Lords of Disasters represent the will of the Supreme Lord of the Horn. Their arrival of the Pillar of the Precepts has shown that the Supreme Lord of the Horn requires us to hold this position, and the Supreme Lord of the Horn will never doubt the loyalty of the Moses clan."

"The Prophet Quickwall, the current disaster lord Quickwall, also predicted the existence of that dead thing, and also predicted that he would destroy all living things in the world."

"The only one who can stop this is the descendants of the Bighorn Rat, the destiny ruler of the world, that is, us."

None of the rats dared to refute.

Esky knew that after hearing his comments, these rats either thought they were crazy or made up their minds that the farther away from this mountain would be, the better before Nagas really destroyed the world.
To be continued...