Morris and his party came to the octagonal altar and were deeply shocked by the uncanny workmanship in the ruins.
Even though the [holy blood] transformed from the world runes has long been sucked dry by the cunning rat, the strong smell of blood is still hanging over the altar.
There were some crazy red-skinned demon rats who wanted to get close to everyone, but were easily killed by everyone. As for those rats that completely lost their courage in fear, they fled into rat holes that only they knew about, and the rat people dispersed in a hurry.
They disappeared into the darkness one after another. Although in the deeper areas, they led by General Dongdong would face other cruel enemies, but there was nothing they could do.
"Everyone, explore carefully and be careful not to spread out too much to avoid being attacked by the rat men... Hector, you should still follow the old rules."
In the absence of Lester, Morris took over the command naturally, and the others were not dissatisfied, and then dispersed and started exploring in small groups.
"Hululu~Hululu~"
The snoring Flowery Rat slept in the Talisman Energy Converter, unaware of the coming humans, just like he simply didn't believe that the Rat King with the power of the Holy Stone would fail.
In his opinion, as long as he sleeps and waits for the end of this war, he can continue to live a fishing life, which is naturally extremely comfortable.
Northless made a silent gesture to the others, took out the short spike on his wrist, and touched the round gray metal.
Soon, four warriors surrounded the strange relic device that made a snoring sound.
Nodding to his companion, Nosles opened the cover of the mechanical device. In the dim light of the torch, a big-headed white mouse was sleeping soundly with its big teeth exposed. The three red hairs on its head hung down comically.
He looks harmless to humans and animals.
After stopping Alice who wanted to kill the white mouse with a shot, Nosles reached out and patted the white mouse on the face.
"Uh-huh-huh-huh..."
Turning over, the white mouse continued to sleep.
Looking at the silly black and white rat with a T-shaped face, Alice also temporarily put away her murderous intention and had the idea of exploring this unique big rat in depth.
To be able to sleep like this in the battle for the survival of the race is either because you are really not afraid of death, or you are confident that you will not die.
With Nosles's permission, Alice poked the white mouse in the belly with the tail of her gun, causing the white mouse to scratch it involuntarily. As if she sensed something was wrong, the mouse opened its dazed eyes and widened its eyes instantly.
, with a look of horror.
"Squeak!!!!"
Stretching his limbs and raising his hands, Shushu opened his mouth wide and looked at the four humans with malicious faces in horror. The door was wide open.
Alice put the tip of the gun against Rattus's soft belly and looked at the alien creature with its hands raised in surrender indifferently.
"Don't kill me! I'm a rat traitor! Don't kill me! I'm willing to serve humanity! I know how to use these relic machines! Don't kill me!"
The four of them looked at each other, and Alice put away her weapon.
"You also speak Noxian?"
The squirrel nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and raised its hands.
"I am the smartest among the rat people! I learned the language from the high priest, and the high priest learned the language from the human. The human's name is Gerald. After the interrogation, the human was raised by the Rat King
We were in the sacrificial chamber and I didn’t see him after that. He was probably eaten by the Rat Queen..."
"Come out, we won't kill you for the time being, but you should know what to do."
Northless smiled and took Huazhishu's hand and pulled Shushu out.
In Shushu's grateful eyes, Night Blade Killer popped out a short spike and pressed it against Shushu's ear.
"Little guy, please tell me the situation here. If you dare to tell a lie, I will take away part of your body until you have nothing left.
Remember, I can tell if you're lying, so don't try to test my patience."
…
Morris stood outside the stone door deep inside the altar, stroking the four small holes connected by rings on the closed stone door. He couldn't help but recall the four-crystal crown on the head of the Rat King.
"That crown is the key to the door, but I don't know what is behind the stone door."
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the stone door suddenly opened, and a sneaky one-horned mouse with blood stains on the corner of its mouth poked its head out, furtively making brief eye contact with Morris.
For a moment, Morris had the illusion that the mice in front of him were actually humans, because when he was still in Noel Village, he often saw such men entering and leaving a widow's home.
"Wait, isn't it? The Rat King was defeated?"
Recalling the terror of the Two-Horned Rat King, Morris instinctively held out the magic steel spear in his hand and pierced the neck of the one-horned rat without hesitation.
"Hoho...hoho..."
Falling to the ground with a thud, Morris shot a few more times in the heart and various parts of the body. After confirming that the one-horned mouse was dead, he jumped directly into the stone door.
In the stone room covered with rat hair, there was a big bed made of mushroom wood. Only a five-meter-sized beautiful white rat that had just died was left on the bed. The rich smell of blood mixed with some peculiar smell lingered.
, a long tube made of orichalcum extends from the top, I don’t know what it is used for.
After looking around for a few times and looking at the filth behind the female mouse, Morris thought everything through before completely pushing the stone door open, kicking the body of the one-horned mouse hard, and throwing the body of the one-horned mouse out. Man
A look of disdain.
If he guessed correctly, the one-horned bastard should have touched the wife of another rat and killed the rat to silence her.
The big mouse is so pitiful...
…
The exhausted Margaret stood at the front with her sword in hand, watching the rat men retreat. Behind the woman were hundreds of injured people of varying severity, and everyone's face was full of deep exhaustion.
Even Margaret, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, was a little breathless when faced with the strong bloody smell that was enough to choke her breathing. There were tens of thousands of rat-men who died nearby. Fortunately, the other two were killed by the rat-men.
The excavated passage was blocked by the magician in time and expelled with magic. Otherwise, if the three holes were opened and attacked at the same time, there would probably not be any living people here.
At this moment, the retreat of the rat-men meant that everyone had a chance to breathe and rest again. Margaret believed that those timid and crazy rat-men would soon come back.
Fortunately, it seems that the Ratmen are not fully equipped with qualified magic steel equipment, otherwise this battle will be even more difficult to fight.
"Cheer up, everyone! Believe me, Lord Lester! We will definitely get out alive!"
Encouraging her subordinates, Margaret took a few steps outside. After leaving the sight of the soldiers, she leaned against the flesh and blood wall, looking weak and exhausted.
She believed in that man, just as she believed in herself, and would become his most loyal sword.
…
Along the way, he took off a piece of clothing belonging to the dead black guard and put it on. Lester, who was no longer naked, walked in the darkness, heading towards the unknown front.
Different from before, although there was no magical lighting in front of him at this moment, and there was no fire to dispel the darkness, the magical world was filled with various elemental lines, outlining the elemental essence of the material world, allowing him to see the road and direction clearly.
It was as if his body had opened a door he had never touched before. Lester was immersed in the unknown world, feeling full of energy and strength.
