"You caused me to lose a second-level ship, and now you give me a third-level ship?"

The witch said without any expression on her face.

"Don't get me wrong, this is not a return. You and the boat belong to me."

Eski's shrill whisper in his ear hit Orillon's heart like a whip.

Yes, Eski is right, she is a slave, a slave without even a soul.

Other slaves have the option of suicide, but she doesn't even have this option.

"Druqis, go to the sea and continue to plunder, plunder all the wealth and slaves for me."

The engineer warlock said to the surrounding elven slave pirates, and the elven Druzil hissed in the rat man's vocal cords.

After thinking about it, the white-haired rat said with some worry.

"Avoid your fleet and don't sink my ship."

The elves nodded expressionlessly, and the attitude shown deep in their eyes was naturally not good.

Of course they heard what the engineering warlock said just now.

The formerly aloof witches are also soulless slaves, and of course they have no hope of breaking free.

Although it is said that dark elves have unspoken rules of obeying the strong, this is for elves.

To the Druchi, all non-elven races are nothing more than beasts.

These feelings of self-loathing do not arouse the sympathy of the Warlock Engineer, who knows very well what elves are.

According to the Rat Man, he is not just a giggling brat.

Looking back, Eski observed the slave rats being whipped by the clan rats with whips made from the scaly tails of the wererats.

The brand on the back attracted the attention of the engineering warlock.

As if he had remembered something, the engineering warlock used his four claws at the same time and quickly climbed to the helm of the rear class A.

Here stands a large brass bell that was just moved to the ship.

Eski jumped on the big bell and used his own weight to shake it, and the piercing sound of the bell could be heard throughout the port.

This is the gathering signal that was just established in the past few hours.

Every rat who hears it will assemble on the deck within fifteen minutes.

Rats with greasy hair and tattered clothes scurried over quickly.

The rats who came over all looked at the rat swinging on the big clock in confusion. Obviously, now is not the time to eat.

The engineering warlock took in their expressions and his eyes fell on their clothes.

It was the same color, the color of the Scurvy clan, not the white of the Skryre clan.

The engineering warlock spoke.

"You are clan rats of the Scurvy clan and have never joined the Skryre clan."

Seeing that all the clan rats looked over, the engineer warlock climbed onto the bracket at the top of the big clock and took off a glass bottle from his waist so that everyone on the ship could see it.

Inside is a shimmering green potion, not the kind of green that rat people are accustomed to. Even without a mage's second vision, one can still feel the vigorous vitality in it.

"This is a medicine that can cure scurvy. I will sell them to the scurvy clan for twenty-dimensional coins a bottle."

"And the clan rats of my clan will get a quota of one bottle every year."

The rats below were in an uproar. Although the engineering warlocks like to exaggerate the prices of their products, as long as the real price reaches one-tenth of what the engineering warlocks say, then all the rats will receive a reward that is approximately several times their own worth.

And, it’s every year.

The limited supply of medicine can guarantee that a rat will not suffer from scurvy within a month.

Of course, this cannot guarantee that every rat will be cured of scurvy, but it can guarantee his competition and loyalty.

Rats must have a class, a strict class, in order to satisfy the desires of rat people. Every rat yearns for a slave who can let him vent at will.

There is a perfect class division between sick and non-sick rats. Eski looked at the rats with shining eyes below and smiled gloomily.

"Then, all slave rats will be promoted to clan rats, and you will be loyal to my slaves from now on."

As he spoke, Eski grabbed the chain around the witch's neck and pointed at the still-glowing runes on the collar.

This is a brand new collar, both in thickness and material, it is lighter than the previous one, and the runes on it give it the function of eternal cleansing.

There are no longer the runes of the Skryre clan on it, but the glowing letters "IE".

Letters emitting bright green light are engraved on the silver-white base, which is completely different from the green color of the Rat Man's Destruction Rune.

“Seeing this collar feels like I’m here in person.”

The engineer warlock said, pointing to the new creation.

"Okay, that's it, you will be incorporated into my command. Tomorrow, you will throw away this red clothes and put on the white clothes of my clan."

The rat people chatted with the engineer warlock for a while and then dispersed to complete their work.

Although Orilon couldn't understand the rat language, he understood the general meaning from Esky's disgusting actions just now.

"You want me to use them? None of them know Druzil."

The witch asked, her tone extremely resistant. These smelly beasts are not qualified to be with the noble witches of Grond.

Even Eski is just a lucky rat. One day...

"Use it as you wish. Just give this thing away. If I have enough dimension stones, none of them will survive."

Esky ignored the malice in the witch's mood and continued.

This is true. If he had enough warpstone, he would buy a group of slave rats for sailing instead of using the dangerous original scurvy.

Then, he continued to speak.

"I need a lot of harpies."

And was immediately refuted by the witch.

"That requires a beast tamer. They are actually a type of beastman. You don't know that."

The white-haired engineer warlock recalled the description of the harpy, and it was indeed as the elves said, they were the sons of chaos, a type of beastman.

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Thinking of this, Esky waved his hands and said.

"Let's not talk about the rumors that the harpy is an ally with you. If you need a beast tamer, go back to your compatriots and find a beast tamer for me."

"Give his soul to you again?"

The witch's tone was close to provocation.

Eski narrowed his eyes. It was not that he was unaware of the witch's malicious intent, but that the witch's profession was very precious.

It can be said that a hundred dark elves are not worth as much as this witch.

It is always easy to destroy, but always difficult to build.

But, should there be punishment?

Eski understood that when the witch built that altar today, in addition to remembering her past, she was also digging a hole for herself.

No race can accept the existence of an alien altar in its heartland.

"Do you think I would do this? Even if my soul is in your hands."

The witch continued as if she didn't notice.

It’s just that the engineering warlock’s good looks no longer exist.

"I know the style of you Grond bitches (Blessed by Slaanesh), and I know you will."

Esky tilted his head, approached the elf, and hissed out one word after another.

"Before my patience runs out and I burn your soul, bring me my trainer and the harpy. This is the master's order to the slave."

As he said that, Eskidu's hand lit up with a green light and he said again.

"This is the punishment for your disrespect just now, concept conception!"

A burst of green light flashed, and a rich emerald magical wind appeared under the elf's belly. It was the wind of Ji Lun, or the power of the wind of life.

The power of the spell does not disappear after the spell ends. The witch's second vision is very keen. On rare occasions, she can still see the future in Grond's chaotic storm.

Orilon immediately discovered that she seemed to have established a connection with all things in the world, and the energy of the wind of life poured into her lower abdomen continuously, but she did not feel the energy strengthening.

"What did you do?"

The witch asked, she could not guess that the dark elves also have similar spells, but...

The engineer's answer immediately shattered her luck.

"With the spell of the wind of life, any life that can be fertilized will be conceived under this spell and give birth to the child in a very short time compared to the normal pregnancy period."

The white rat's eyes showed a cold look.
To be continued...