As a gust of green smoke rose and dispersed again, Esky appeared at the entrance of the council hall of Side1.

Eski stood at the entrance of the Dungeon Council Hall in Side1, and his scarlet pupils narrowed slightly under the reflection of the magic light source.

His plush white rat auricle, composed mainly of pink and white, shaking slightly, capturing the sharp squeaks, low roars and wolf rat roars from the winding passage in front of the hall and the multi-layered platform of the main structure of the city.

The tip of the nose twitched, the moist pink nose smelled the mixed smell in the air, the pungent rat urine, the bloody and intense, the moldy smell of leather, and the spicy taste of gunpowder.

Esky pressed his claws on the surrounding rough stone slabs and unconsciously used force, and his nails easily cut the stone.

His tail swung, and the ends covered with white scales swept across the stone slab, making a slight rustling sound. The rat man stared at the chaos in the dungeon in front of him, analyzing the stalemate situation.

Before Esky captured, Side1 was already a huge and chaotic rat-man city, with tunnels and nests stacked layer by layer, like a ball of entangled ropes.

The parliament hall stands at the core, piled up with thick black stone, the walls are unsanded, the gaps are filled with mud and wood chips, and the spire on the top pierces the dome, emitting a cold and hard atmosphere.

In a multi-layered city, from the wide cracks deep underground, to the middle-level stone platforms and passages, to the high-rise platform where the parliament hall is located, it is like a simple copycat version of the 40k nest.

Now in this city belonging to him, the rebels were scattered among them, and squeaks came one after another.

Esky's eyes first fell on his direct Scurry troops.

They occupied the high-rise stone platform in the parliament hall, with only more than a thousand people in total, sparsely distributed inside and outside the stone wall, like a group of busy bugs surrounding several bulky bronze cannons.

The caliber of these guns is exactly what he made before. The gun body is engraved with rough runes, and the muzzle is slightly raised, emitting the breath of gunpowder.

Among these technicians, most of these silhouettes are dark brown or dark brown, thin and greasy, wearing a shabby leather apron, and a bronze shovel, wrench and gunpowder bag hanging around their waists. Each of them makes Esky look familiar.

They squeaked and exchanged short orders, busy adjusting the barrel, and preparing more nut-shaped gunpowder for subsequent loading.

A weapon team leader stood beside the cannon, his hair was messy, his dark brown fur was soaked in sweat, holding a bronze dagger, screaming,

"Boom-Boom! Overheat, overheat! Cool it!!"

His voice was weird, mixed with hissing tremolo, and everyone could hear his nervousness.

There were less than two hundred old troops who followed Esky from Scarvenmo Capital, and the few clan rat troops remained guarding the gap in the stone wall and the entrance to the hall, equipped with bronze spears and scimitars, and leather armor was neatly arranged.

Their hair was wet against their bodies, their tails swayed, and they stared vigilantly below, and even if Esky came, they did not relax at all.

Below the hall, in the middle-level platform and the winding passages around which can attack sneak attacks, more than thousands of fanatical clan rats from the Med clan were crowded together and restless.

Their fur is dark brown and nearly black, covered with dry blood, their eyes are scarlet and saliva flowing from the corners of their mouths, like a group of wild beasts soaked in blood.

About three thousand armored clan rats were the main force, wearing thick rat leather jackets, bulging muscles were exposed in the gaps, holding bronze scimitars and spears, the blades were full of notches, and dried blood clots were hung on the tip of the spear.

They squeezed on the stone platform, some climbed on the edge of the wooden frame, grabbed the rough wooden board with their claws, and roared and waved their weapons, as if they were about to pounce on them and tear them apart at any time.

Another thousand auxiliary troops were mixed in, with messy fur, brown and gray, and simple equipment. They only held wooden sticks or stones. Although they were afraid in their eyes, they were infected by the bloody atmosphere and their tails were shaking.

Several Mede clan claws were scattered in the team, their hair was stained with blood, and they held their spears and screamed:

"Blood-blood! Kill-kill!"

Their voices were furious and harsh, and their tails kept whipping the ground.

Further down, in the cracks on the bottom and in the narrow passage near the rear port, more than three thousand small clan clans were scattered everywhere, like cannon fodder that was forced into it.

Judging from the marks on these clan rats, the original small clans from the city seemed to be attracted by Alclin's coercion and temptation.

The fur colors are varied, mostly brown or light brown, and there is almost no blackness of the Storm Rat.

There were about two thousand of them who seemed to be clan rats who were going to fight, with ragged equipment, and the better ones had rotten wooden sticks and some bare hands, but they all held their own thief ropes and a large number of stones.

Their squeaks were short and flustered, and their eyes were full of flinch. Esky was quite suspicious of their combat effectiveness.

More than a thousand were assigned to Skuri, with brown fur, holding simple tools or short spears, and dragging the floor with a slow movement, like a reluctant slave.

Several claws mixed in, their hair was messy, holding scimitars, and shouted: "Run over and bring the new feces!"

Their tone was rapid and disorderly, and they commanded the mobs around them, as if they were making new gunpowder for the cannons to replenish them.

Then, Esky's eyes turned to his opposite.

The army of the rebels spread out layer by layer from underground cracks to the middle-level platforms of the city in the distance. Various clan rats and black-haired rats were added together and filled in densely. All the spaces that Esky could see had a total force of at least over 10,000, which was chaotic and dense.

On the city street opposite the gate of the parliament, there were obvious signs of solid shells plowing, and a large number of broken Scarven's limbs were piled up there randomly, but further away, there were still at least a thousand troops holding the flags of the terrible clan staring at this side.

Above the city, nearly five thousand troops carrying the flag of the clan clan were trying to attack from at least a dozen different airways leading up to the parliament hall, but most of them were knocked down from the narrow airways by the cannon fodder clans before they were halfway through.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Esky always feels that the sticky group is infiltrating with small forces and consuming the cannon fodder clans' catapult reserves.

After careful observation, the two major clans of Evil and Slime occupy the favorable terrain in the northeast of the city, controlling every street, tunnel, nest, succession and complex multi-story cave building.

A large number of their clan flags were raised high by the black-haired rats, and there were also a group of small and medium-sized warlord clans with only a few small flags behind them.

On the front, the troops of the Evil Clan formed a dark brown torrent, crowding the passages and platforms, squeaks and roars intertwined, and the smell of blood was scented.

When Eski came, the Evil Clan had nearly 4,000 troops, which were crowded on the not-wide middle-level passage and stone platform, fighting with the Mede clan, only about twenty meters below the parliamentary hall.

However, in the passage, after Evil Xi dropped over fifty corpses, he retreated to the rear as a whole.

It seems that it is necessary to continue the confrontation, or wait for the attack of the Mede clan.

The commanders of the Mede clan restrained their strong desire to attack and maintained their last sanity. They did not forcefully launch an attack at a disadvantage in their military strength, so the two sides confronted each other again.

The fur color of the evil breath is mostly brown, covered with blood, with crooked leather armor, holding short bronze spears and scimitars, with rust blades and minced meat hanging on the tip of the spear.

These evil-snoring clan rats squeezed in front, looking at the direction of the Mede clan, waving their weapons with their claws, roaring constantly, and twitching their noses, as if sucking something.

In the lowest area, another three thousand clan rats of the Shantuan clan lurked in the cracks and narrow passages of the underlying layer, and had already gone around the flank of Skuri, looking ready to take an opportunity to attack.

Their fur had a dark green dirt, greasy and damp, and the leather armor was close to the skinny body, holding bronze daggers and short spears, with dark brown blood on them.

The movement was sneaky, making a very low hissing sound, the tail was slender and mopped the ground, the end was hairless, like a wet and sticky rope.

There were the last thousand troops of the Mede clan there who were alert to them. Perhaps because of this, they did not launch an attack immediately, but instead maintained a confrontation.

After these two clans, about two thousand rats from the small and medium-sized warlord clans were scattered on the bottom and middle edges, following the evil breath and the clans, like a mob being swept away.

Their fur is mostly brown or light brown, mixed with a small amount of black, with ragged equipment and mixed with wooden sticks with bronze weapons. They move slowly, squeaking and disorderly, but they look much better than the cannon fodder brought by Alclin.

What made Esky's expression solidify on his face was something farther away.

A fully armored unit equipped with shields and spears and one-handed swords with a total of at least 6,000, occupied the rear of the middle-level platform, close to the original dilapidated Bighorn Rat Temple in the city on the southeast, overlooking the flank of Skuri.

They were divided into at least three claw groups of about 2197 people.

What's even more strange is that the leather armor and shields on them do not have any clan logos, and there is only a simple black and white triangle marking to distinguish them, so the calendar cannot be seen.
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