Esky's eyes were frozen on the army, and his scarlet gaze flashed slightly.

The tip of the nose twitched, smelling the spicy and strong smell of blood mixed in the air.

It is mixed with a manic beastly smell, like a kind of giant beast.

A little familiar.

Rat trolls? But why aren't they on the battlefield now?

The pink and white plush ears shook slightly, capturing the low roars from the unknown armored army far away, and the sound of heavy metal objects sliding by, like a beast trampling on the ruins.

He was sure that the other party must have a rat troll, and he was not an ordinary rat troll.

Eski growled irritably, his voice hoarse and deep,

"Crazy Peak...who else is behind the scenes?"

He analyzed the situation of the war. The total rebels' total strength exceeded 15,000. Although the equipment was broken, they suppressed half of the urban area by relying on the number of people and some means.

But Scurry had deployed at least 48 12-pound cannons, rattling machine guns, dozens of magic apprentices, and tens of thousands of steel equipment in this city, which should have left these mobs with no chance of winning.

Especially his magic apprentice, dozens of apprentices he trained himself, can kill three thousand rats with a single magical spell.

If they were present, the rebels would have been wiped out long ago.

But now, there are only 5,6,7,8,8 remaining guns.

The iron armor disappeared, the apprentice disappeared, and the situation was stalemate.

What's the problem?

Could the other artillery be destroyed by the opponent with secret weapons?

Where is the rat trilin? There is still a way to destroy the Gatling machine in this era?

And steel armor? He doesn't believe his subordinates will be stupid enough to wear armor.

Could it be some kind of magic that dissolves steel?

Just as he was thinking, a sharp squeak interrupted his thoughts.

"grown ups!"

A skilled mouse of Skuri staggered over, dark brown hair, greasy, wearing a torn leather apron, holding a bronze wrench, mopping the floor with his tail, bowing his head to salute.

"Just tell me what's going on, how could it be like this!"

Facing Esky's roaring, he gasped, his voice trembling, "The gunpowder depot exploded on the eve of the night, and all the armor was gone!"

"Alklin said to send it to the transaction, but we didn't see it shipped it out!"

Another skilled rat squeezed forward, with brown hair stained with powder ash, and Zhizhi added, "He also took away most of the artillery parts, and the Ratrin machine gun had no ammunition."

"And your apprentice was also transferred by him. Those unmarked monsters sent by the armored army hit our outer walls and collapsed!"

Eski's rat's eyes narrowed, the green light flashed, his tail flickered, sweeping a piece of gravel,

"Where is the iron armor? Where did tens of thousands of sets of equipment go? Where did my apprentice transfer?"

The skilled mouse shrank and whispered,

"Alklin didn't let us ask, saying it was your order..."

"When the gunpowder depot exploded, his men moved away things and said 'Adults will understand'."

"Your apprentice said he had sent to investigate the periphery for three days, and none of them came back!"

Esky's nose twitched, and he smelled a trace of abnormality of the dimensional stone, and a sudden doubt in his heart.

He growled, "Monster? Make it clear!"

The technical rat shook his tail and pointed at the enemy in the distance.

"They released a particularly huge mouse with a giant sword engraved with scratches on their hands!"

"We couldn't stand when we hit the wall, stuck in the dead corner of the cannon, and the few goals on the city wall were not hit at all!"

Eski narrowed his eyes and looked at it. At this moment, several giant rat-shaped monsters roared out, three times larger than ordinary storm rats. He had scarlet eyes and a rough rune giant sword tied to his hands. The blade flashed with a faint green light.

They collided all the way from the surrounding blocks, creating a large amount of smoke and dust, stuck in the dead corner of the artillery firing circle, and advanced towards this side.

He whispered to the technician,

"The rune sword... is the goods sold by us, or the engineers from the Great City."

"No wonder my apprentice is not there."

Behind him, Toxid suddenly appeared from the stairs, with a broken rat leather jacket hanging on his body, holding a bronze scimitar, roaring,

"Sir! Alclin replaced our armor with leather and said it was your order!"

"The Med clan killed at least three hundred wolf rats, but those rat trolls hit us so hard that we couldn't stand it! Our weapons could not penetrate their flesh at all."

His hair was bloody, his eyes were scarlet, his tail whipped the ground, and his anger was beyond words.

"On the eve of the rebels coming, he took away the iron armor and said he wanted to exchange for development funds, so that we could equip these rubbish iron to replace it first."

"My spy saw his men bringing parts into the ground!"

"Your apprentice is gone, we have no magic support!"

Esky stopped, turned his head, and his rat eyes were scarlet.

"Make it clear!"

Toxid gasped, "Before the powder depot exploded, his minions ran away with the gun barrel and a circular part on the machine gun, saying it was 'maintenance'."

"He said your apprentice went to investigate the periphery, but none of them came back!"

"Those rats and trolls hit the wall, our leather can't stop them. My clan rats trampled half of them to death! Only more than 7,000 are left now!"

Another leader of the Mede clan squeezed forward, the leather armor cracked, covered in blood, and screamed,

"Sir, the iron armor is gone and the apprentice is not here, so we really can't kill it!"

Esky's tail was swinging hard, and the green light was flourishing.

"Alklin!!!"

He growled, turned around and accelerated towards the depths of the hall.

The magic light source filled with metal wind casts mottled shadows, the walls are seeped with water droplets, and the smell of musty smell and blood in the air are intertwined.

He walked through the busy Scurry and headed straight to the hidden corner behind.

There, a mechanical mouse leaned against the stone wall, with brown hair greasy, mechanical arms clicking, and the mechanical eyes flashing green light slightly turned, it was Alclin.

Eski stood in front of him, with a harsh white fur and a low voice.

"Alklin! Where is my apprentice? Their magic can kill three thousand rebels! Where is the armor? Where is the cannon? What are you doing?"

Alclin raised his robotic arm and pointed at the hall, his tone was hoarse and metal rubbing.

"Test the combat effectiveness of ordinary troops."

"Fart!" Esky's tail thrust the ground and Mars burst out, "It was my direct troops who died - the veterans of the Demon City and the Med clan I brought!"

"You have hidden tens of thousands of sets of iron armor and iron equipment, dismantled my cannon, transferred my apprentice away, and asked me to come back to watch the show?"

He pointed to the empty hall, and the scarlet rat's eyes were bright red.

"8 left in 48 12-pound cannons, the Rat Trem machine gun was paralyzed, the apprentice disappeared, Wilsky, or whose other army had the Rat Troll?"

"You have supported me for many years, and I know you. Don't tell me that you don't have a trump card. You are the one who wants to betray me, right?"

Alclin grinned, his mechanical eyes flashed with green light, and he waved his arms to point to the stairs down,

"indeed!"

The ground shook, the bronze plate slowly opened, hundreds of black-haired rats rushed out, wearing steel armor, holding steel spears, and shields were engraved with Scottish marks.
Chapter completed!