No one can tell where these rats that stand on two legs, can use tools, and can talk come from. Even the rats themselves don't know that the little pest only does two things in its short life, eating and breeding.

Studying and living are luxuries that only human beings can afford.

Rats have no concept of a mother, nor do they know any brothers or sisters, because there is no one to take care of them. Every rat that survives its infancy is the winner of the survival competition, and the other pups in the same litter become the food to feed the winner.

Eating, or being eaten, is the meaning of life for most rats.

Every tribe has a leader, even the chaotic rats. Since the Talon Clan emerged from the Mithril Pit and took the Horn Keep as their own, the rats have had hundreds of leaders through various competitions. Ector is the current leader.

The patriarch. It is so strong that it can bite the predecessor's neck to pieces with just one bite and replace him. The patriarch sits firmly on the Diaoyutai, escaping countless assassinations and rebellions with open swords and guns. He lives safely to the age of twenty-five and becomes a rat among rats.

Senior citizens.

Chief Ector was very ambitious and determined to lead the Talon Clan to freedom before his death. To this end, he had been working hard and proved himself to be a diligent mouse.

Mithril can resist magic, but it can also cause varying degrees of damage to the user's health, ranging from paleness and vomiting to constant vomiting. In severe cases, he dies, and his bones are broken when he dies, as if he has encountered a vampire. Therefore, Mithril armor,

Even if the value is soared to the sky, only dwarves with tough physiques dare to wear it. The Talon clan has lived at the bottom of the Mithril Pit for dozens of generations. They have long adapted to the radiation of the mineral, and some clan members have become huge and deformed.

After several generations of clan leaders' relay training, the monster known as the giant rat was finally strong enough to break through the iron gate of the Horn Castle. Fresh air blew in, and stimulated by fresh prey, the clansmen swarmed out to kill the giant rat in iron clothes.

The body was torn to pieces. But why? Eckert scratched his charred scalp. It had obviously not been exposed to the sun for too long, but it still paid a heavy price. None of the tribesmen who dug the tunnel succeeded, no matter how far they dug,

In the end, they all took a big detour and returned to the starting point without exception.

The patriarch thought of the human who escaped. He was different from the others and was not wearing an iron suit. Could it be that this person was responsible for the trouble? The memory and knowledge of the rats were passed down through blood. After so many generations, Ector only remembered the dwarf warrior and the mage.

It became a vague concept. He brought the candlestick in his hand closer and illuminated the wall. The clan leader is also responsible for the inheritance of clan culture. The murals made from local materials are the history books of the Iron Claw clan.

In the upper left corner of the wall, there is a figure of a strangely dressed man with his arms raised high and a circle drawn on the palm of his hand.

The memories of his ancestors were activated, helping Eckert understand what magic is.

Yes, yes, we are very smart, no less than human things. Recalling the great victory over the Tin Woodman that day and the subsequent satisfaction of tasting new flesh and blood, Eckert couldn't help but swallow a big gulp of saliva.

It once again swore to the rat god that before it died, it would bring the clan to human territory!

Black Dragon leaned lazily on the chair, with his legs raised so high that the slit in her skirt revealed a patch of snow-white color. The candlelight added a bit of mystery to the woman's thighs, adding to the deadly temptation.

If he were my champion, he would have rushed over and tore my skirt, right? It’s just that... the human opposite was very interesting. He was clearly peeking sideways, but as soon as he felt that the night had noticed him, the knight immediately withdrew his gaze and pretended to be nonchalant.

appearance.

It was really boring. She adjusted her sitting posture to look more ladylike. The dilemma of an empty stomach also made the dragon in no mood to continue teasing men. Antonia thought about her past life. She did not remember that people at that time were so hypocritical. Back then The public bathhouse, clicked the tongue, and the black dragon closed his eyes in contentment. In the Eternal City, there is always so much fun that one can't keep busy.

Even penniless poor people can take the bread provided by the government for free and watch the gladiatorial performances hosted by the emperor in the arena. Compared with before, these people are nothing but barbarians living in the ruins of their ancestors.

Forget it, just live in the present. Hei Ye adjusted her mood in time. She has lived in human society long enough to know how fickle they are.

It took a lot of time just to correct the knight's title to her, "You have to call me, miss." The dragon took the trouble to show the empty ring finger of his left hand again.

This is actually some kind of invitation. Antonia conjures up a redundant bed, as long as the knight is brave enough...

Jean stared at her face for a long time and whispered, "How can there be such an old lady."

Dark Night is known among dragons for being tolerant to humans, and a thief-minded rat just happened to come in, leaving the dragon with no time to deal with the knight.

The mouse's red eyes stayed on Jean for a long time. It couldn't figure out why the dragon didn't eat the good meat, and why there was an extra woman?

"Say something quickly, you stinky guy." Antonia used the tone of a dragon. She didn't look sideways, too lazy to even look at the mouse.

The mouse was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground with his nose pressed against the stone slab. There were never-ending rumors in the clan about the giant dragon using rats as food.

"Lord Night, the enemy is very powerful. All our compatriots are dead, all dead." The little thing didn't dare to raise his head, so as to avoid telling lies.

Tens of thousands of rats are dead as soon as they say it? The dragon is too lazy to expose it. Lying is the nature of pests.

"Where is the enemy?" The dragon asked next. She showed a little bit of dragon power and suppressed the knight who was eager to protect the master. His friends are also inside, which is better, as it saves me searching everywhere.

It was true that she manipulated the dream to summon a religious elf, but deep down in her heart she didn't like dealing with clergy. Rigidity and fanaticism were the impression she had on the church in the dark night.

It would be better to have this knight help communicate, lest I be forced to kill them.

A hint of cunning flashed in the mouse's little eyes, and it thought it had deceived the dragon.

"Master Black, I will take you there, I will take you there." The mouse rubbed its paws excitedly. The dragon would surely win the game. Among the adventurers, there was one with pointed ears, which smelled very sweet. It had been coveting it for a long time. If you take a few bites in the chaos, the clan leader won't notice.

"Wait a minute." The mouse that was sliding towards the entrance of the hole froze in fear, its red eyes darting around quickly. Could it be that the dragon was hungry and wanted to use it as a snack?

"I need your help, the more the better."

Why the powerful dragon needs the weak mouse cannot be figured out with its weak brain. The little thing walked backwards out of the cave, and Heiye laughed dumbly, wondering where they learned the etiquette.

"I will never tolerate you taking action against Miss Bernard! Even if it means death..." The knight stood up from the stool and slapped the table with his hand.

This is right, Antonia smiles very sweetly, she likes men to be rude.

Rang was hesitant. He knew that he was definitely no match for Long, even though she was a weak woman now. But as a retainer, how could he see the lord's daughter in dire straits.

The knight gritted his teeth to fight against the dizziness. Just standing up took all his strength, and he could only imagine pinching the dragon's white neck.

"Please, why do you think I'm with these dirty guys?" Antonia showed the most innocent expression.

It's not because of the dragon's power in the dark night that I asked you to sit down obediently.

The dragon was in a good mood. She kept talking, and the pale and weak faces of the audience could not stop her. The night talked about many future plans, from asking the knight to explain to his lady, to after leaving this living coffin, he had to

Where to go for a good meal.

Antonia was forced to sleep for two hundred years. She was happy to wake up in an era when humans and dragons had a truce. There was a great world, just waiting for her to get involved in it.

Several pairs of red eyes flashed outside the cave. The more scared you were, the more careful you had to be. Rats are not idiots.

"Pointy-eared girl, you're not going to monopolize the fun, are you!?" After the dwarf said that, he swung the armored rat's head away with his axe, and let the pointed head climb to the top of the cave, draw an arc, and hit someone below.

Naked cannon fodder.

Christina was not in the mood to pay attention to Varan. Her hands were so sore that she could hardly hold the sword. She had just lost her shield. Anyway, the level of rats could not threaten her armor. The elf somewhat understood the reason for the failure of the Anvil clan, even if the rats

He couldn't hurt a hair on her, but his physical strength was limited, but the tide of rats was endless. Those in armor were responsible for commanding, using their weapons to drive away their compatriots to death.

The rats in the front row were almost exhausted, and the condition of his companions was not good. A heavy blow made One-Eyed Tom unable to lift his right hand anymore, and he could only swing the sword with his unaccustomed left hand. In order to cover him, Riley and Nasom

They all got lucky.

The mage's condition was even worse. He couldn't get enough rest and could not memorize spells. Sophie became a burden and could only hide behind Christina.

The goblin held a short knife in his hand, covering Aura's flank. The female dwarf's crossbow had long been empty, and she was fighting with a small shield and hand axe.

There are more and more rats wearing armor. Let’s not talk about combat skills. Just to deal with the armor made by the dwarves and find a way to leave damage to the wearer requires a lot of effort.

The rats gradually compressed his companions into a corner of the cave. Facing hundreds of pairs of shining red eyes, Valan also lost confidence in winning.

"Hey! I mean Javi." This was the first time the dwarf called the goblin's name, "Is there another way?"

"I'm sorry, sir, the nearest exit is behind the mouse." Javi was flattered. If possible, he really wanted to give the dwarf good news.

"Damn it!" The dwarf gripped the handle of the axe, swung it in front of him, and chopped down two armored rats that were eager for success. The tragic death of his compatriots became a warning, and the rats that rushed forward immediately distanced themselves from everyone. These little guys are the same kind.

They eat each other and never rescue the injured. Their caution is understandable.

"Ola, give that thing to the eldest lady of the Bernard family!" Valan once again proved that he is not only brave.

The female dwarf took out a scroll from her bag and threw it to the mage. Sophie was very disappointed. Her hands were shaking so much that it took a lot of effort to open the seal.

"Don't tell me you don't know how!" Less than half of the partners could still insist on fighting. The smell of human blood made the mice go crazy, and the fatal bell rang again. It was really bad.

The sudden burst of purple light took away the adventure team. The scroll did not require the user to have a high level of skill. The magic energy in the person's body could activate the spell of the scroll itself.

Life-saving tricks include not only teleportation, but small-scale moving random doors are also very popular among mages. This ordinary spell was fetched a sky-high price of one hundred gold francs by profiteers in Frank.
Chapter completed!