The lower reaches of the underground river are full of industrial wastewater discharged from Skuri and domestic sewage dumped by rats, which are filled with a wonderful stench that is unbearable to rats.

However, at the height of the dock, the air here is connected to the ground with a special ventilation tunnel, and will not be contaminated with the smell below.

"I'm so sorry, I need you to come to a place like this."

The person in charge of the Slippery Clan was a dirty guy with almost wet fur all over his body and not well cared for. Many places, the brown hair began to knot.

Like a slave rat, he was wearing only his pants and guards on his lower body, and at the same time he exuded a noticeable sour smell, which made Esky frown slightly. He suspected that this guy was pickled and tasted by the environment below.

You shouldn't wear a breathing filter today.

As soon as the dirty gopher man sat down, Esky pointed to the river below through the glass, and said with disgust.

"I said, should you slippery clans control the pollution in the river? When I think about the food being transported from such a place, I feel so disgusting that I can't eat."

Although the other party looked like a coolie, he lowered his head and said with neither humility nor arrogant attitude.

"The industrial wastewater in Skuri is not a very easy thing to deal with, and the poisonous substances in it will consume a lot of slave rats."

"I mean the damn slut."

Eski said strongly, pointing at the paw below, a green beam burst out, shining on the dark and green fluorescent river water that was still poured down by the rats on the upper layer from time to time.

"But they are already mixed with the wastewater."

The engineers stopped talking. It was impossible for the Slippery clan to pay for the Skuri clan. At worst, he would not buy food from the Slippery clan channel in the future.

Anyway, he has always filled his stomach with magical winds, and can afford more precious food supplies from the Western and Northern authenticity.

The two rats looked at each other for dozens of minutes before finally waiting for the clan rats who reported the news.

"Engineering Warlock, the goods you want and the cargo owner are waiting for you below."

Hearing this, Esky couldn't wait to use the instant move. The stench that could not be filtered by any magic he learned came from was unable to stop him from wanting to check the situation of the goods as soon as possible. Reading books

"Engineering Warlock, I have worked hard for these mercenaries. The clan rats have also used a lot of effort to make these big guys..."

Before the slave trader could finish his words, he was interrupted by Esky.

"Although it's very hard, I calculated the employment fee, transportation fee, and your labor fee. Even if you give you 9 claws, you can still make 300% profit."

The slow tone of voice made the slave trader's exaggerated expression calm, making it dark and shady, and a smile filled with an instant.

"But we agreed."

As he spoke, the slave trader's claws wiped the sweat from his forehead.

If it is a customer like an engineer, it is easy to turn over the table with him, a small slave merchant. Only the title and force of the Lord of Defying is a not very reliable guarantee... "I just mentioned that I didn't plan to change the price. What are you nervous about?"

Eski smiled kindly and patted his shoulders, as if he was treating his own apprentice.

"The Skuri clan has always attached importance to commercial reputation. As long as it is a contract that has been signed, it will not be allowed to breach the contract. Let me see, there is a 13-claw dielectric coin, right?"

The engineer squinted his eyes with a smile as he showed his contract to the slave trader.

At this time, a sound of water and a more violent stench came over, making Esky notice the big guys who kept standing up on the boats and stomping the slippery clan boats for a while.

Regardless of whether the other party could understand the Rat Man's words, Esky shouted to the ogres who were mostly three meters away.

"Welcome, welcome, ogre mercenaries."

"In my stronghold, you can get enough meat. After going to the battlefield, you can get meat that you can never finish after you go to the battlefield."

A big guy who was nearly three meters five meters tall looked at another slightly shorter ogre and said to Eski.

“I’m not just for meat, we need money.”

"You have to ask for money."

The shorter ogre in her breastplate added.

"Money can be exchanged for more delicious meat."

"The copper is too heavy, it's better to be silver."

"Silver is still heavy, it's best for gold."

The ogres who were arguing with each other suddenly looked towards Esky.

"A lot of gold. Otherwise we'll stew you."

“It’s stewed.”

Even in the dungeon full of rats, the ogres' words were still filled with arrogant tone.

These guys, with a stupidity that could not see the situation, Esky's soul tongue licked their souls, with almost no fear inside.

But the only species he could think of was not afraid of Nurgle.

Just as the two were looking at each other silently, the slave trader beside him spoke.

"The goods have been handed over, Master Engineer, please settle the money."

"And the money from our slippery clans, they ate a lot of fish and consumed a lot of our goods and slave rats, which is the bill."

The voice of the head of the slippery clan also came from the entrance of the tower.

Eski waved to the side with his paws, and the slave rat with the Skuri clan logo on his robe and armor and the clan rat walked slowly over, pushing a large lead box on an iron chariot.

"My clerk and my guards are here. You can count them yourself. You won't be a child without you, but don't think about getting one more child."

Esky's claws were lit on the ground, and a yellow magical light surrounded the ground, soil, stone, or something else began to deform to form a chair made of steel fixed to the ground.

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Looking at the Storm Rat whose face was illuminated by the green light, Esky's tone became even more and more low.

"You made a lot of money this time."

"It's just to make money for running errands, it's all hard money."... The slave trader nodded and smiled, continuing to count the dimension stones that both rats and rats love.

As for things like profit margins, it is better for engineers not to care about them.

"Why do ogres speak our language?"

"Although they look stupid, they learn any language very quickly."

"Is the ancient sage almost perfect creation?"

The engineer's final words were light and almost inaudible, but the slave trader still gave Esky a strange look and then continued to count the money.

The payment for the goods of the two companies required Esky to pay 7,621 dimensional coins, and it took a long time to count them one by one.

It was not until about an hour later that Esky led the ogres toward Scurry, not far from the dock downstream of the river.

Eski was very close to these new war weapons and could smell the foul smell of them on them like the filth in the river.

However, he was still satisfied with these biological weapons.

Even though he was a little over 1.9 meters tall after being accelerated by the gods, he could only approach the upper half of the ogre's belly. In front of him, there was the round armor that every ogre was wearing to protect his stomach and intestines.

There are various hairstyles behind their heads, bald heads and small braids like rat tails on the back of their heads, two ring-shaped black braids and bangs, and yellow sky-swelling braids.

But without exception, they all had big black beards on their faces and meat dregs on them, which made him suspect that the function of these beards was to facilitate ogres to lick their beards at any time and to savor the previous meal.

In the ogre team, there were some strange short creatures. Those little guys were not even half taller than Esky. After getting closer, they realized that this thing looked a bit like a half-ling.

In particular, the kitchen utensils on the back of the ogres who were close to these small creatures and the small amount of garlic and fennel that emitted the smell proved this.

Is it because it really has no practical value that the slave traders do not charge extra money?

No, Esky immediately rejected his idea. If people from ordinary clans want to buy it, they will definitely have to charge extra money.

However, this time, I really made a profit.

The Halfling Cook is said to be the best cook in the Middle Ages Warhammer world, and you can eat free meals from the Ogre in the future.

After several rounds around the ogre direction, Esky approached the tallest leader.

"What's your name?"

The big guy glanced down at the thin creature, which was only a little more tall than his and less than one-fifth of his width, and said in a muttering rat man full of ogre accent.

"Zogor Thunderhoof."

"Are you their leader?"

The ogre withdrew his gaze, spoke without saying a word, and walked forward silently.

This is an obvious way to challenge authority, but he is the leader of the ogre after all, and Esky endured it.

The wind of heaven has almost condensed 20, and the blue light fills the eyes below the observer.

That is the manifestation of the wind of heaven entering the brain.

Soon, relying on the soul of the ogre, Esky fully understood the language of the ogres... "Tell me what you all have? Swords, swords, shields, bows, or something else? Like magic?"

No ogre answered him.

The yellow magical aura wrapped the ogre, and soon a pink and white fat pig with a humming humming appearance appeared in place.

"If you want to end up with him, you can't answer my questions."

Esky threatened, but the mana in his body was still not functioning smoothly - the consumption of this spell was much greater than turning a rat man into a pig, almost on the same order of magnitude as turning a stone into gold.
To be continued...