Chapter 550 549 Fuck! Rats! It’s all rats! Oh, I want it
Chapter 550 549. Fuck! Rats! It’s all rats! Oh, I’m going to die
Ratmen are strange creatures that appear in most fantasy stories.
According to the general description, this kind of creature has the ability to walk upright, but its appearance is that of a large rat enlarged in proportion. It often lives in dark corners, peeks at the world under the sun with vicious eyes, and has a greedy belly bag and a gluttonous appetite.
They usually appear as villains. Unfortunately, in this land with psychic powers, the rat people seem to have inherited their "excellent tradition".
Murphy didn't know whether the rat-like humanoid creature in front of him was a "specialty" of the Dark Mountains, but he knew that it was basically impossible for him to get an exact reply from other people because there were so many kinds of creatures in the Dark Mountains.
too much!
Even for the Blood Alliance Knights who are constantly patrolling there, it is difficult to say that they have mastered all the biological information in the Dark Mountain area.
This mysterious area is full of all kinds of strange terrain and has been almost closed for the past thousand years. Coupled with the existence of dirty psychic energy, under this situation, no matter what kind of creatures appear in it, it is understandable.
of.
However, the mess of other races is one thing, and the rat people are another concept.
"They come out from all directions. They only move at night and seem to be afraid of the sun. But as the fog of war continues to spread, making it difficult for outside light to shine in, these rats begin to swagger along the tunnels and attack us at dusk."
Bloody Captain Pablo walked up to Murphy carrying half a bottle of wine. This wild middle-aged vampire commented in a tone of extreme disgust:
"I once thought that the wave fishmen on the sea were the most disgusting things in the world, but it turns out that you land people have a hard time. If you have been resisting these kinds of things all these years, then even I, a pirate, can't
Will pray for your poor souls.
these bastards
They eat everything!
Several of my crew members were dragged underground and gnawed alive by them for several days. It was truly a nightmare experience."
"So they're dead?"
Murphy asked.
Captain Bloody shrugged, took a sip of wine, and said in a ghost story tone:
"He's not dead, he was dragged back by us, but that's the worst part of the story.
Although they survived, they were also crazy. I'm sure they were frightened out of their minds. Can you imagine? The most ferocious vampire villain in the foggy sea, a bastard who kills and robs as a daily routine, would be killed by a group of upright walking people.
The mouse was frightened and went crazy.
But think about it, if you two were dragged into an underground sewer and bitten by millions of rats every day, dying in that situation would be a blessing, but who made us vampires?
Mere biting won't kill us.
Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean anything good. I saw one of the rescued guys peeling off his skin alive last night.”
"Can you please refrain from describing this in uncomfortable detail?"
Earl Baishan frowned and retorted:
"Let's discuss the matter and talk about these rat men!
I can tell you clearly that there is no information about them in the records of the Thorn Clan. At least our nightwalkers stationed in the Dark Mountains have never encountered such creatures, otherwise there would be no records in the clan."
"Look, there's a little cutie who was frightened by a ghost story."
Pablo laughed and sarcastically said:
"You must not tell other old sea dogs that you are afraid of this, otherwise those bastards will definitely throw mice on your bed when you sleep at night. A guy with such delicate skin and tender flesh like you will be severely bullied on the ship.
Okay, okay, let's get down to business.
About these mice!
I am certain that they were seduced by those Twilight Cultists, because I remember clearly that these guys did not appear during the first day of attack and defense, but after the fog of war was released to a certain extent, they took advantage of the night to attack
We launched a wave of attacks.
They appeared less than a day after the damn mummy thief ran away screaming.
I now strongly suspect that the mummy girl from the place of origin is a prophet or something like that. She ran away shouting "disaster is coming". My people were resting at the time and there was no time to stop her.
It's a pity that the girl's brain got wet and she went crazy, otherwise I would have kept her as my navigator.
It’s not easy to meet a true prophet these days.”
Murphy remained silent and didn't speak.
He has been thinking about these strange "rat men" in front of him. He is sure that Tris, who has traveled around the world, has never told him information about these things. In other words, Tris has most likely never seen these things.
Strange species appear in the Dark Mountains? And just when the black disaster is about to break out, is there any connection between the two?
Hiss, this is simply terrifying to think about.
"But you have a golden one!"
The Earl of White Mountain looked behind him at First Mate Claire, who had changed his clothes and was wearing two pirate swords, one long and one short, on his waist. He said to Captain Pablo, who was drinking:
"If First Officer Claire is willing to join the battle, she can clean up the entire valley by herself without getting hurt. Why are your losses still so high?"
"Because that's not a golden man, Andre."
Murphy played with the calculation orb, shook his head and said:
"The Blood Terror clan has been away from the mainland for two hundred years. We, the new generation of vampires, have very little understanding of them. After Lord Pa Ying destroyed the Blood Terror clan, he also sifted through the information about them.
It's normal for you not to understand Blood Fear. Before I left, Tris specifically explained Blood Fear's fighting methods to me.
Our magical compatriots can absorb the enemy's power during battle, which they call "plundering". Generally speaking, this absorbed power will disappear quickly after the battle is over, leaving only a little understanding of power.
But Tris also said that some wonderful "power stealers" will be born in the Blood Terror clan.
They can store the looted power for a long time. If a blood fear is lucky enough to meet a generous strong man, she can indeed obtain golden power in a short period of time.
But that's just an illusion of power.
Miss Claire is obviously this rare 'power stealer'. Her golden power at this time is real, but she can only use this power to fight with all her strength for a short time, and then she will return to her previous level.
.
I guess Miss Claire’s power comes from the Knights of the Blood Alliance? Is it the ‘talisman’ given to you by Lord Paying?”
"You are so smart. This beautiful boy is worthy of being the descendant of the Scarlet Witch."
First Mate Claire did not deny it. She put on a sassy pirate eyepatch to cover her left eye and said:
"Mrs. Tris must trust you very much, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why you can live by her side for so long. The Tris in my memory is the most evil person that has ever been born in the history of vampires. Even my former patriarch, Your Excellency Charlemagne, had to let her down.
She scored three points.
Lord Paying allowed me to retain his power, which is a testament to his good intentions.
I'm willing to protect my crew, but the problem is that the mastermind behind it hasn't appeared yet, so I can't just use it casually.
I'm the captain's trump card.
I am still counting on the strength of the brave to protect my beloved captain."
"If you want to escape with your captain, use it tonight!"
Murphy narrowed his eyes, took out his pocket watch and checked the time.
He said:
"Counting the Palano Knights who are temporarily staying, there are now three golden ones in Transia. I will convince them to allow you to steal part of their power for self-defense, but now I need you to use the goodwill of Lord Paying. If the Rat Man has become too big
scale appears, then we can't stay here for too long.
I have had a lot of dealings with Dusk, and I think you should obey my judgment on this matter."
"But I still don't know if your army is powerful enough."
Captain Blood drank all the wine in his hand, and while breathing heavily, he said:
"We only have one chance to break out, Mr. Murphy.
I have great confidence in my subordinates, but if you pull your hips, I, the Blood-Dreaded Duke, will be buried in this remote place, and all the captains on the Misty Sea will laugh at me as a pathetic landlubber.
Well, you may not understand what this death means to a pirate."
"I also have great confidence in my warriors, but it depends on how much you are willing to pay for this rescue."
Murphy turned around and said something.
The Bloody Captain raised his eyebrows, put his black captain's hat on his head, and said with a hint of provocation:
"What? The pretty guy wants to take advantage of this opportunity too?"
"No, I mean, although this is the first time we have met, I have had enough of your unruliness, so I set a rule."
Murphy stared at Pablo, raised a finger, and said:
"We rescue you and your tribe, but in the next black disaster, you and your marines must obey my command! Your previous actions to avoid responsibility have already sent you into despair. I don't want this to happen.
This kind of thing happens again in the black disaster.
You and your first mate may not care about things like fear of blood, dignity, and atonement, but simply agreed to this out of fear of Lord Paying, so I don't need to persuade you with ideals and hopes.
Use the method you pirates like to achieve this cooperation that is beneficial to both parties. You like gambling, right? It just so happens that we in Transia have the best casino on the continent, so take this as a bet.
If I do it, before the war is over, just be honest with me, and I guarantee that you can make a lot of money.
If I can't do it, then you can take advantage of the chaos and rush out, go anywhere and do whatever you want.
Do you want to follow?"
"Cool! A powerful guy with an aura that doesn't match his age. It reminds me of myself more than a hundred years ago."
Pablo whistled, moved his neck, and said in a deep voice:
"Okay! Let's bet! Claire will use that power to help us win tonight's battle according to your request, but if you can't respond and we have to put in more effort, then in the future black disaster, you will
'Your Majesty the Governor,' please don't talk nonsense and issue orders in front of me.
We are pirates, even when we go ashore!
Resistance to authority is our tradition,
Transia is a well-known hellish place, but I believe I can squeeze some money there. You have to know that the old dogs under my command are different from your soldiers. They won’t bother to work unless they are paid enough.
In life, even when you need to work hard, you have to leave the good luck behind."
"Then come."
Murphy stretched out his hand towards Barblo. The bloody captain, who had a wonderful mustache and a very manly beard, showed a vicious smile. The teeth at the corners of his mouth were bared, and his eyes were as red as a hungry head.
of beast.
His hand and Murphy's hand were held together, symbolizing the establishment of the small bet.
Behind him, the charming first mate Claire took out a long silver shotgun and handed it to her captain with both hands. She rolled her eyes at Murphy and whispered:
"It's been so many years since anyone dared to gamble with Pablo. It's really strange! You probably don't know my Pablo's other nickname on the Misty Sea."
"Ha, don't scare these two little brothers, my dear."
Captain Bloody shrugged and stroked the muzzle of the silver long-barreled revolver on his back. He glanced at Murphy and Andre and said meaningfully:
"Although there are indeed many people who say that I am the luckiest person in the Misty Sea, I guess tonight's gambling does not completely rely on luck. I mean, maybe the Transians and their young governor can give us
What about a real show of force?"
Faced with this provocation, Murphy and Andre did not respond.
Earl Baishan glanced at the ground, quietly unsheathed his gray claws, and said to Murphy:
"Here they come!"
——
"The cultists' defense line is very thin. There is just a high wall standing there. Counting the number of people on the guard tower, there are not more than fifty."
In the fog of war on the outskirts of the valley, Lao Qu, who was on a reconnaissance mission, returned to the place where a group of people were temporarily staying with his shotgun on his back. He reported to the investigator Qin Ye:
"I can't understand. The mummy said that there are more than 2,000 people in this valley, all of whom are elites of the Blood Terror clan. Why are they trapped by such a small number of people? Are they fishing? Or are they doing some weird behavior?
Art?
Wouldn’t the development team’s plot be so bad?”
"It cannot be ruled out that those blood-fearing vampires are passively avoiding the battle, but if they are really elites, it proves that the enemies they encounter are definitely not just the few people we see in front of us."
Lao Qin frowned and said:
"Perhaps it is some kind of hidden psychic spell that prevents us from deeper investigation of the enemies in the valley. There is strange magic here that makes many things that we can be sure of become confusing. This scene is indeed a bit strange at the moment.
Um?"
The veteran was about to give the order, but suddenly he seemed to feel something strange. He immediately took off the leather gloves on his hands and put his hands on the ground.
After a few seconds, Master Qin said in a deep voice:
"Something's wrong, there's something moving underground! There's a lot of it, and there's a hole in the ground!"
"ah?"
The investigator Yan Sang who came with him pressed a ball of unique psychic vibrations into the ground without saying a word. The thing penetrated into the earth like an echo vibration and was transmitted back to the underground cavity for the investigators.
This is an advanced detection technique he learned from Helu. He can see hidden things without eyes.
But the next second, Yan Sang's cheeks became frightened, and he jumped up and shouted regardless of the hidden principles:
"Run! This ground is about to collapse, and something is digging underneath!"
"boom"
A loud noise sounded from behind everyone, like the earthquake of a building collapsing. Master Qin suddenly stood up and rushed out of the fog.
The scouts did not fall into the trap, but the large forces in the rear encountered an "underground raid."
When Laoqu broke out of the fog of war, what he saw was two huge football field-sized hollow cracks appearing where Brother Bang was originally. More than a hundred players had fallen. Fortunately, this time it was the main line of vampires, brothers who can fly.
We are doing our best to pull those guys out of the collapsed underground.
Che Che and Ge Bao in the student party were still using psychic spells to try to stabilize the expanding rift, but this behavior immediately caused the two of them to suffer the first wave of blows.
"puff"
More than a dozen rocks were smashed out from under the chaotic hollow, hitting the body of the hovering car in the air. Although it did not break the shield, it caused problems with his flight trajectory, and he screamed and crashed into the pothole below.
middle.
Che Che grabbed the staff and climbed up from the fall in disgrace, but when he faced him, he saw dense green light spots floating in the tunnel in front of him, as well as the numbing sound of running and claws scratching.
There were also screams from other players who fell into the tunnel and the blood alliance knights who came to help.
Something is biting them!
"Fuck! What the hell! Get away!"
Cheche held the staff and hit the ground with a "dry tofu" posture. The scarlet spiritual energy blew up like a small storm, whizzing and spinning to fly away the black shadows that came towards him, but in the next moment, more black shadows appeared.
They rushed out screaming from all directions.
Waiting for the car, Che immediately shook his body when he saw clearly what was in front of him.
The big rat men covered in black fur stood up and grinned at him. They stared at the car with their vicious little eyes, as if they were staring at a piece of delicious meat.
Those guys held all kinds of strange weapons in their claws, and they made noisy noises in the crypt like grumpy little devils. The scratching sounds that kept coming from the shadows in all directions were really driving people crazy.
Poor Cheche felt cold from his scalp to his tailbone at that moment.
As one of the oldest players, he would scream in the team framework like a frightened girl:
"Rat-rats stepping on the horse! They are all rats! Damn it! They are rushing towards me. I am about to vomit when I step on the horse! Come on! Use fire! Burn them to death with fire! Damn it, I'm going to have cryptophobia!"
Amidst the screams of the cars, no one had time to help him, and there were countless rats in front of him.
several thousand?
Tens of thousands?
No, the tunnel is full of such ghosts. They are like rolling tides constantly pouring out from all directions. The number is completely meaningless at this moment. Only the endless malice of the dark mountains is so clear for the first time.
Shown in front of players.
It was like a slap in the face, grabbing their hair and yelling at them:
"Hey, the delicate little prince/princess from Transia! Welcome to the Dark Mountains"
