"The great Horned Rat God will eventually come to the mortal world, and the age of rats is coming!"
While Snorri was squatting in the forge, forgetting to eat or sleep, the High Priest of Gray Claw, Kritsric, once again convened the Council of Thirteen in the Demon Mouse Wasteland in the Blight Swamp. When the first rune colossus was repaired, it had
After receiving the news, now that large-scale repairs are imminent, the old rat can't sit still.
"Hu, the beard things have been repaired, their big guys have been repaired! Big, big, bigger than a giant."
King Eshin Ye stated the purpose of the meeting in a concise and concise manner. Needless to say, the hatred between the dwarf and mouse families was undeniable. On the day Snorri regained the Southland, the mice felt a faint sense of pressure. It was just because of their evil nature that they did not want to take care of it until the fire reached the door.
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"The rat troll is here, it's not enough in front of the colossus, it's not enough to see! Think about it, think of a way."
Marshal Mouse in the fourth seat answered the question. He could be said to be the most "war-savvy" rat man. He knew how terrifying the indestructible stone behemoth was in war. And what he ordered was the tenth man sitting directly opposite.
One Seat - Womenjin, Lord of the Pack of the Corrupt Clan.
"A way? Maud, of course the Maud clan has a way!"
The Corruption Clan, also known as the Maud Clan, is one of the four great clans and is famous in the underground world for its terrifying biological modification technology. The Rat Troll is their best-selling product, which is economical and effective.
Their leader, Womenkin, looks somewhat similar to the limb-joint Greg in Elden's Circle. He has been fighting on the front lines of scientific research for a long time, and after receiving a large number of the latest results, his "rat content" has become so low that
The mouse is unwell.
"You, you, you guys, what's the use of doing that every day? The Twisted Parent is the true form of my god!"
The headquarters of the Corrupt Clan is located in the Hell Pit of the Northern Troll Kingdom. As the name suggests, it is an extremely terrifying dungeon. Legend has it that it is divided into nine floors, each with a beast taming master presiding over it.
The more bloody the experiment, the more taboo.
The herd lord Womenjin rarely appears at his seat. The mountains are high and the roads are far away. More importantly, he questions the leadership of the Gray Seers. Similar to the Plague Clan in Lustria, the corruption
The clan worships the horned rat as a symbol of endless fertility.
"At this time, here, how can I allow you to squeak, squeak, and scream!"
The blood king of the Krizo clan, who was sitting in the seventh seat closest to the door, spoke up. The farther away from the statue of the horned rat code-named Thirteen in the Council of Thirteen, the weaker the strength. Its clan is entrenched in Kislev, which is corrupt.
The first goal of the clan's southward expansion has been to seek support from the Demon Rat Wasted City over the years.
"Hmph! We have at least eight, no, ten wonderful formulas. Give me resources, a lot of resources, and we can achieve them!"
"Excellent recipe, haha! The guy from the Broken Tail Clan bought some of your new products. Just now, it suddenly exploded on the battlefield and exploded into a pile of minced meat. It was still busy cursing you before it died!"
"You, you have a new scar on your face. It's not scratched by a monster out of control, right?"
The Flesh Lord's rhetoric attracted the ridicule of the council members, and the reputation of the Corrupt Clan was as bad as in the underworld. This group of madmen has an endless thirst for biological materials, and the easiest thing to obtain unfortunately is the Skaven themselves-everyone and
The warlords they deal with would rather pay a huge fee for door-to-door delivery than go to the pits of hell to pick it up themselves.
"Disintegration cannot be considered a failure...disintegration! Can scientific research be considered a failure? That is called tortuousness..."
The words that came one after another were difficult to understand, such as "gene editing" and "rejection reaction", which caused all the rats to burst into laughter, and the atmosphere inside and outside the parliament was filled with joy.
It’s a laugh, but it’s not Tu Yile’s fault that they specifically called the flesh lord Womenjin back from the northern wasteland. The Skryre clan has already demonstrated that the cost of developing a weapon that can fight the Rune Colossus through engineering technology is unbearable, so turn to
Biotechnology is the only option.
"Master Bloxon has been waiting for you for two days! He seems to have something very important."
About a month later, Snorri finished producing a new energy core and walked out of the workshop to get some air with a tired face. The anvil guard guarding the door hesitated for a moment but quickly reported to him.
"Blockson? Have you had enough wine and are you ready to start working?" Snorri muttered and walked to his office. Making cores is also a great burden for a demigod.
"Your Majesty, my father passed away five days ago!"
"What? Bullock's longevity is shorter than my father's. What's going on? Speak slowly."
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Bloxen with a white scarf on his head and red and swollen eyes. The news he told made Snorri squint his eyes and subconsciously put his hand on the hammer on his waist. The president of the Engineers Guild and Snorri
The cooperation was so deep that he had been given the energy buff for a long time, so why did he die suddenly?
"Alas, my father drank three times in a row that day, and wanted to go on to inspect the test site of the Colossus. As a result, the result, alas, he accidentally slipped and fell from the high platform!"
"My condolences! President Bullock has made such a great contribution to our mountains. He must have a place in the halls of the ancestors and gods. Have you investigated the situation at that time?"
"His Majesty Serentin arrived immediately with his ranger captain, and we investigated together. Huh, it should be an accident."
A few days were far from enough time to heal the pain of losing his father. The talented engineer couldn't help but shed tears when he spoke of his sadness.
"Is the site still protected? I want to take a look and pay my respects to the president."
"Not moving at all, mother said, if you know the news, it must come!"
We boarded the train and rushed to Torrent Pass. This large fortress, which was still in a sea of joy when we left, was now in mourning. The president of the Engineers Guild was the second most influential dwarf even if he was not the de facto second in command here.
"Please see, this is how the president came over. These tribesmen can testify; after turning this corner, they both said hello to him again."
Although the gray-bearded ranger captain was very confident in his own judgment, he still remained humble in front of the great demigod chosen by the ancestral gods. He summoned all the tribesmen who had come into contact with President Bullock along the way, and tried his best to
The scene at that time was reproduced.
"Perfect, too perfect, too perfect!"
The more Snorri investigated, the tighter his brows became. He did not believe that there was a real accident, especially if it happened to a key person at a critical time.
With nothing to gain at the moment, Snorri allowed Torrent to unexpectedly close the case. Out of respect and gratitude to Bullock, he took the initiative to serve as one of the four pallbearers during the burial, which further enhanced his reputation.
"I think I know what the problem is! Riptide Pass shouldn't be so clean!"