Alclin's voice was mixed with the harsh metal friction, and a hint of anxiety in his tone.

Esky was suspended in the air, her pink flesh wings spread slightly, and the white fluff was shining coldly under the magic light source. The miserable green rat eyes locked on Arclin, sneering,

"Defend the city? You transfer my people away, steal my equipment, lead the enemy to destroy my city, and dare to talk about defending the city? I can kill that group of waste without you alone."

The green light condensed at the tip of his claws, and two dimensional lightnings blasted towards Alclin. Alclin's staff raised, and another green light barrier blocked the attack.

The fanged leader roared, "Protect the Lord!"

He swung his rune battle axe and jumped into the air to try to intercept. Dozens of storm rats quickly climbed onto the wooden frame in the hall, threw their spears at Esky, and the tip of the spear cut through the air and roared.

Esky's green mist rose and instantly moved to the top of the hall, threw a spear into the sky, nailed it into the stone wall, and then teleported to the dense area of ​​this group of clan rats.

He growled, "A bunch of idiots!"

A dimensional plasma blasted towards the dense area of ​​the storm rat, and at least hundreds of elite soldiers flew away, with burnt smell everywhere.

In the hall, more than a thousand new clan rats were still trying to encircle, shields formed a wooden wall, steel spears stabbed into the air, rune battle axe was waving, and murderous aura was filled with murderous aura.

This time, Esky didn't plan to play with them slowly. He teleported to Arclin, with the green light pointing directly at the throat.

"Call your dog, or you die first!"

The green light approached, and the air was filled with a burning breath.

Alclin said quickly,

"Stop! Stop!"

The fanged leader swung his axe to block Toxid's attack, growled,

"Sir, stop!"

The Storm Rat led the clan rats to stop their movements, with the steel spears retracted, the shield raised, and the retreated back to the stairs just now, keeping alert. The clan rats' movements were a little timid.

The Mede clan gasped and stopped, Toxid growled,

"traitor!"

Blood oozed out of his shoulders, and his leather jacket was ragged, but he still held the scimitar tightly, and his murderous intention was not reduced.

Esky's claw tip was not closed, and the green light approached Alklin's throat.

"Your people are very loyal. I hardly saw this loyalty in the underground empire. Unfortunately, I chose the wrong master."

Alclin whispered,

"Of course they only listen to me... but I didn't betray you, just..."

Esky interrupted him and hit one of Alclin's legs with a staff that was strong enough to allow Alclin to change the mechanical ones.

After Alclin kept wailing, he stuffed the spearhead at the top of the staff into Alclin's mouth, jamming his two rows of sharp yellow teeth.

"Shut up! Send a messenger to recall my apprentice, bring the Medes clan, get back the equipment, and my artillery parts and machine gun parts!"

"Support them all, otherwise I will kill all your ten thousand legs!"

Arclin's robotic arm trembled, nodded, and whispered,

"Okay, I get it."

He struggled to raise his head, his mouth was stuck with the spearhead of Esky's staff, blood oozing out between his yellow teeth, and a faint green light flashed between his mechanical eyes.

Alclin waved his robotic arm with difficulty and signaled to the fanged leader.

"Sentiva soldiers, go to the mine track to recall the apprentice! Hurry!"

The fanged leader roared, turned around and pointed at the three storm rats, roaring,

"You, go to the mine and bring back the adult apprentice, you must not miss any! You must come back within three days!"

The three storm rats nodded quickly, and the steel spear and shield were all taken off. They brought a short sword and turned around and ran out of the hall. The sound of rat claws echoed on the stone slabs and disappeared at the end of the passage.

Esky took back his staff, and a thread of blood was brought out from the spearhead. Alclin covered his mouth and gasped in a low voice. The mechanical legs were slightly twisted by the blow just now, making a harsh metal friction sound.

Esky snorted coldly,

"Don't be too slow, take Toxed's people to get equipment! Your people are on top of this time!"

He turned to Toxid, and the green rat eyes swept across the broken warriors, and roared,

"Toksid, keep up and don't let these traitors play tricks!"

Toxid grinned, his muscles tightened under his bloody leather jacket, and his bronze scimitar waved,

"As for orders, sir! Mede clan, come with me and get back what belongs to us!"

More than a thousand clan rats of the Mede clan followed quickly behind Toxid, as if they had never seen the death of their companions before.

They also divided a few people to inform the Mede clans guarding everywhere.

Esky asked the clerks who didn't dare to speak out just now to inform the technical rat workers in Shiku and brought slaves and rats to carry things.

Arclin stood up with his arms pointed to a secret passage deep in the hall, facing Eskidou,

"Equipped in a dead end of a tunnel deep in the underground crack. Come with me my newly built warehouse."

He limped in front, Esky followed closely, with green light condensed into lightning, ready to take action at any time, while Toxed and the Mede clan followed.

It took not long for the time, and the tentative attacks on the ground only sounded three times, and Eski and his party reached the end of the passage.

At the end of the passage, a bronze door rumbling opens under the touch of Alclin's robotic arm, revealing a huge underground warehouse.

In the warehouse, 30,000 sets of iron armor were placed on the ground in a mess, and the same was true for steel spears and daggers.

The barrel and parts of the 12-pound gun were piled in the corner, the body of the Ratling machine gun was scattered among them, and the gears and links were vaguely visible.

Toxed yelled in the unique repetitive tone of the rat man,

"Must boys, change - change these!"

The warriors of the Mede clan flocked to the scene, and the proficiency of Kane's blessing allowed them to quickly put on iron armor and equipped with steel spears and daggers.

Toxed grabbed a steel halberd and waved it tentatively. With a few sounds of breaking through the air, he confirmed that his proficiency had not decreased.

Esky's eyes swept across the warehouse and turned to Arclin, the green light locked,

"Where are the artillery and machine gun parts?"

Arclin pointed his robotic arm at something on the corner of the warehouse and whispered,

“At the other side, it’s all there.”

Esky waved his claws, and several skilled rat workers in Shikuri rushed out from behind, carrying a large number of slave rat porters, with brown hair stained with gunpowder ash, squeaking,

"Sir, let's practice!"

They rushed to the pile of parts, wrenches and tools jingled, and quickly picked up the barrel of the 12-pound gun, the parts of the Ratling machine gun, the sealed gun body and the links, and rushed to the surface under the transport of slaves and rats.

The slave rat was extremely thin, with brown, yellow and red hairs messy. Under the whipping of hunger by the technical rat, he carried these heavy parts, staggering but dared not stop.

Esky snorted coldly,

"Hurry up, the rebels won't wait for us."

Toxed stood in the middle of the warehouse, holding a steel halberd, and his iron armor reflected the cold and cold light under the magic light source, and he growled,

"Med Clan, check the equipment and prepare to fight out!"

More than a thousand Mede soldiers quickly adjusted their iron armor, and the steel spear and dagger flipped freely in their hands.

A Mede warrior tried to stab a spear, the spear tip cut through the air, whispered,

"The big-horned rat's bloody hand is on it, this is the sharp blade for hunting blood!"

Esky turned to Toxid, growled,

"Send someone to notify the outer layer of 5,000 Maid to go back to the warehouse to replace the defense line, so that those with iron armor can take over!"

Arclin leaned against the bronze door and whispered,

"My people can..."

Esky interrupted with a sneer

"If your people don't go, who will go? Let's send you!"

Arclin's mechanical eyes flashed and signaled to the fanged leader,

"Take five thousand clan rats and take over the outer Med line of defense, hurry!"

The fanged leader leaned down his head, showed his neck, turned around and pointed at the storm rat in the array, roaring,
Chapter completed!