The one who was left behind in front of me was called Squita, and those who were killed seemed to be his collaborators. In the society of the rat people, this is a rare thing.

He felt the cold edge of the engineer warlock against his throat, and tremblingly answered the engineer warlock's question.

"The warlords and senior officials of the Rotten Tooth Clan are gone, and there are still many ownerless candies on his territory."

The engineering warlock glanced at his unwavering eyes, narrowed his eyes, and said with a smile.

"At the same time, there are other powerful forces that want to swallow them up, right? Things like sugar are not important to me at all. I'm not here to conflict with them, and you're not here to play tricks on me."

The staff in his hand pressed slightly, and the blade pressed against Squita's neck, drawing blood marks.

The garbage dump merchant's fearful smell immediately mixed with other odors and spread out. His body trembled as he continued.

"There is another one, don't worry, of course there is another one, the upper-level clan, the Broken Foot Clan. They have a lot of slave rats. The entire clan was finished in the last battle."

He hurriedly rummaged through the garbage pile in front of him, pulled out a map, pointed at it and said.

"Yes, yes, it's right here, underground in the port area, under the river."

The map depicts the specific structure of the underground city in a more abstract manner. Conveyor belts and elevators are densely packed in the center of the dungeon. Dozens of power wheels are stepped on and run by slave rats here, providing space for the conveyor belts and elevators.

Motivation.

The main goods in this city are mainly transported from the port to the network road on the east side, so the closer to this road, the more valuable it is.

The garbage dump merchant pointed out to Esky is under the river near the port. The only problem is that it is constantly seeping water.

Even if there is a passage connected to the underground river, there will be no accumulation of water, and this place will always remain damp.

"The upper level, that's good. No one is fighting with me? Even if there is a leak, I can solve it."

The engineer thought that maybe he could cast lead to keep this place dry, which would also prevent radiation.

The garbage dump merchant replied.

"Yes, even for a place like this, there are still people who want a warlord clan with about half a company of Storm Rats, but they are obviously new here."

Half a company of Storm Rats, that is to say, there are at most several thousand troops.

"Okay, thank you, this is your dimension stone."

Esky handed the dimension stone to the garbage dump merchant, threw his body aside, turned and left.

The surrounding clan rats who were secretly observing swarmed up, trying to snatch the inheritance of this fat man who had lost his bodyguard, but the engineer warlock had already disappeared from their sight.

===Separating line===

The underground passages extend in all directions, but they are all filled with filth and stench that are unacceptable to any mortal. Even engineering warlocks need to wear breathing masks.

The expressions of the two elves were almost distorted, especially the wizard spirit. Unlike the witch, she was not able to attack the filth and stench with the Dahl energy that could be condensed at any time.

The reason why the witch is equally uncomfortable is that even if she uses magic to clear away the enemies on her way forward, she still finds it difficult to accept it psychologically.

The engineer warlock saw all this at a glance.

"Speaking of which, can you touch the dimension stone?"

Esky held the young female rat in his arms and put his head in his arms.

"Shut up, rat, I know what warpstone is."

The witch was in an obviously bad mood, and Eski looked at the other elf.

"I have divine blessing, and she has a shield."

Wu Ling explained.

The radiation of warpstone can indeed harm many animals in the world, such as humans, but it seems that it is not a problem for high-order races such as elves.

"Maybe we can get two respirators later."

Eski suggested that it is obviously not a good idea to let the elves endure the stench all the time.

"Take it?"

The elf asked in confusion.

"There is excess in Mirza's legacy."

The white-haired engineering warlock said.

"By the way, you should also be able to use the observer. It's too dark in the passage."

The almost non-existent light in the underground may not have any impact on Orilon as a mage, but for the wizard spirit, this is equivalent to abolishing most of her combat ability.

But now we are going to deal with that site.

"You go kill that warlord clan, Orilon, and I'll get the things."

The engineer warlock decided to divide his troops into two groups so that the situation could be dealt with relatively quickly.

"Where?"

"I don't know. Let's wait on my site first."

Ace looked at the location of the underground passage and felt a little confused. If he went up to get something and left the witch behind, would people think there was an elf invasion?

However... the rat people's alarm network doesn't seem to be so advanced that the whole city won't be in action?

The witch seemed not to notice the engineering warlock's distress. Her eyes were like swords staring at the filth in the surrounding passages, and she used Dal to dissipate them all, saying.

"Is this your territory now?"

The engineering warlock's arrogance made her unable to help but sarcastically.

Although the narcissism and arrogance of the rat people are similar to that of the elves, but which narcissist wants another similar guy to express his own characteristics in front of him?

"It doesn't make any difference to call it earlier."

The engineer warlock spoke perfunctorily and continued to pinch his white beard.

After a moment of confusion, Esky stopped.

"Let me add something to you."

Esky took out a large piece of metal from his pocket, which was a fragment of the previous cannon that had been scrapped.

Under the influence of the metal wind, it was melted into liquid metal and quickly moved towards the witch's neck.

The shape became more and more strange, and the final form made the witch immediately furious.

"Asshole! You!"

Orillon pointed to the heavy metal object on his neck. The metal that had been melted by the metal wind had formed a collar around the witch's neck, and even had a short iron chain on the side.

Even if the soul is in the hands of the engineering warlock, the witch can hardly bear such insult.

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"Don't move. If you don't put a collar on, how can they think you are a slave?"

As the engineering warlock spoke, he stood on tiptoe and used his claws to draw a rune on the witch's neck, which was shaped like a silhouette of a mouse head.

The green rune is extremely obvious in the dark passage. This rune has no magical effect and is only used to indicate the symbol of the Skrei clan.

"I don't want to cause extra trouble. It would be bad if the whole city came to attack."

With that said, Eski and his party have arrived near the upper passage.

There is an intersection in front of you. If you go out from the network road on the left, you will be near the port.

The other passage leads to the new territory that Esky is determined to win.

The engineering warlock handed the map in his hand to the witch's hand, and the observer on his head was also handed into Orillon's hand.

Without the cover of the luminous green lenses, the red light in Esky's eyes was like a will-o'-the-wisp in the darkness.

"I'll go to the boat first and be here soon."

"I know, shut up."

As a result, the engineer warlock and the wizard spirit disappeared into the passage.

A gust of dark wind blew by, and a purple-black light clung to the passage, and quickly disappeared.

The filthy places were cleaned away, and the smell in the air was the same.

Waste of energy? It doesn’t matter, there is rich chaotic energy floating in the air, and the wind of magic is as disorderly as the scattered paint.

This is simply a hotbed for cultivating Dahl's energy.

More and more purple-black energy condenses around the elf, rolling like thick mud.

These unstable energies are of course dangerous, unstable and explosive materials for novices, but for experienced mages like Orilon, they are nothing more than a more active mana reserve.

The witch felt very uncomfortable after wearing the observer. She always felt that this used thing was very oily.

However, I was finally able to see things clearly without using lighting spells. According to the guidance of the map, I only needed to go through three more passages.

The elf's footsteps moved forward slowly, and the purple-black energy also followed her to remove the unclean things she did not want to see in front of her.

The three passages do not take much time, they are only less than ten minutes away.

From time to time, "dirty rats" saw the witch on the road, but when they saw the green glowing runes of the Skrei clan on the collar and the staff in the witch's hand, their heads immediately lowered their heads.
To be continued...