Zhang Squik glared at the Rat Warrior. If the appearance can kill people, Luck-Snake Tongue will be placed in a coffin when leaving the room. Tangul suddenly became interested in the situation in front of him. This is an opportunity to twist the assassin's tail when it is impossible for the opponent to take revenge. The Prophet decided to let Luck live a little longer.

"Are you saying that you can handle better than your brothers of the Isain clan? You mean you can succeed where the gutterwalkers of the prominent Isaac clan fail?"

Luck's mouth snapped shut. He stood for a while, thinking about the meaning of the last sentence, and saw the trap the prophet prepared for him. If he criticizes Zhang Squik publicly, he will become the enemy of the powerful gutter walker, and there is no doubt that he will insert a knife in his stomach while sleeping. On the other hand, he obviously realized that in any case, he was singled out to face the anger of the prophet Tangul. He knew that this was a choice, whether it was immediate death or inevitable death, or a possible disaster in the future. He coped with the situation like a real Ratman warrior.

"Maybe," he said. Tangul giggled. The side effects of the magic stone powder still made him dizzy. The other rats in the room laughed coyly, and echoed their amused leader with a fake laugh.

"So, maybe you should take your warrior to the city above to prove it, yes."

"Indeed, great leader." Luck's voice sounded relieved. After all, he still has a ray of life. "Your enemy will die soon." Somehow, Tangul doubted this, but he didn't say so. Then he cursed himself for his kindness. He freed the snake tongue from under his paws, without tearing him to pieces as an example.

At this moment, a messenger ran in, panting breathlessly. He had the traditional split femur that he carried with him to convey information. As soon as he saw Tangul, he immediately lowered his head in front of the prophet and poked the bone forward.

Tangul wanted to beat him hard because of his arrogance. There is a good old tradition of killing messengers who bring bad news, but Tangul at this time does not even know if this is bad news. Curiosity prevailed, and he pulled out the parchment from the bone stick. He noticed scratches in the corners, and apparently grabbed them with paws.

Then there is nothing strange. There is no doubt that every agent from here to the magic capital has bribed the messenger so that he can see what he brought. This is also the Ratman's way. Tangul doesn't care. He established his own password and cleverly concealed it in seemingly harmless information to protect his communication secrets.

He looked down at the thick block rune scribbled with a thick and powerful claw. The message is simple to read: the package has been delivered. A feeling of victory filled Tangul and dispelled his previous anger. He tried his best to control his ecstasy, not to show a happy expression on his face. He looked down at the messenger and chuckled. He understood that the most important thing now is to make a show first, and to be an example. "The news has been opened, traitor!" He growled and raised his paw. A burst of green light suddenly appeared around Tangul's clenched fist. The sender flinched and tried to beg forgiveness, but it was too late. The tentacles of the terrible dark magical energy jumped down from Tangul's claws, encircling the body of the Rat-Messenger destined to die. These glowing bands spread out, swimming around the messenger in the air, just like eels swimming in the water, making a terrifying meandering twist. After a while, that energy rushed inwards, piercing the body of the Ratman Courier, piercing his body, and making the other side darker.

They pierced inside again and again, peeling off the skin, muscles and tendons. The messenger screamed sharply and painfully again and again. The smell of fear is mixed with the smell of blood and the smell of ozone pollution of the spell. After a few seconds, Tangul left only a bare skeleton. After a heartbeat, it collapsed into a pile of bones. Pieces of magical energy flow together and consume each other in some way until nothing is left. Seeing their prophet Tangul showing his power in such a satisfying way, the Ratmen leaders gathered together neatly exclaimed a long and incredible sigh.

Tangul raised his paw and motioned for silence. After a while, everything was calm except for a few coughs in the back row.

"Sigh, rat people! Unlucky news!" Tangul said, even coughing stopped. "The powerful Warlord Vimick Skabu died in a terrible accident, which included a loaded crossbow and an exploding donkey. We will use the traditional ten heartbeats of silence to commemorate the return of his soul the Lord."

All the Ratmen immediately started talking to each other. Only when Tangul raised his paw again to let the warning light reappear around his paw, the conversation stopped. Everyone felt the threat of this gesture, and all became quiet. None of them want to be the next to be swallowed by those terrible swinging energy bands.

"Now we will prepare for the next stage of the master plan," Tangul said. "In the unfortunate absence of Lord Scarborough, I must regain control of this army of conquest."

"Frankly speaking, although I have great respect for you, the Prophet Tangul, this is not the case. As a senior officer here, my duty is to serve as the commander." The room was full of Isaac-Ge Lott's deep, loud voice. "The miners clan provided many magic stone coins to fund this expedition, and I must make sure that the money is well spent."

"What the **** is this?" Asked the plague monk Villebris-Nule. The sentence gurgled from his damaged throat. "If anyone should give orders here, it's me. The Pestilian clan will get the honor of overthrowing human cities. We have great plans! Great plans! Our secret weapons will destroy human cities!"

"No! No! I disagree," one-eyed Heskett grumbled sharply. "Scrae's siege machine will make victory possible, so it should be led by Scree's leader. Of course, as a senior representative of the Scree clan, I will now assume the duties of supreme commander."

"This is a despicable usurpation of the privileges of the founder clan," Isaac-Glott growled. Hearing the anger in his voice, the ogre rats could hardly restrain the anger and roared. Their angry voice echoed in the cave. "Rebellion is not tolerated! No! For the benefit of the army, I must warn you, and to say another such betrayal, my soldiers will execute you immediately."

The team of long-bore muskets around Heskett quickly aimed their weapons at Isaac-Glot. "Your warrior? Your warrior? You speak like a lunatic. What power do you have to call my warriors your warriors?"

"Both of you are testing my patience." Villebris-Nule muttered. "Seeing my two senior adjutants quarreling so brutally will lower the morale of my army. Immediately stop this dangerous act of betrayal, otherwise you will face terrible and inevitable fatal consequences.

Villebris-Nule bent his paws fiercely, suddenly holding a large bag of dirty things in his hands. None of the people present doubted that it was dangerous. The pestilence of the Pestilian clan is notoriously fatal.

The Prophet Tangul looked aside, his face full of confused anger and almost unmaskable joy. Half of his hope is that the leaders will fight, violence will erupt, and these pretentious guys will kill each other. Unfortunately, until the situation proved otherwise, he had to think that he needed the help of all of them to overthrow this human city. So it's time to stop this nonsense.

"Rat brothers," he said in the most sophisticated and smooth voice. "Consider this. Before the arrival of Overseer Vimick Skabu, the Modu Committee appointed me as the commander of this army. Unfortunately, since Vimick Skabu is unfortunately no longer with us, according to the committee The leader ’s position in the rear must be taken by me. Of course, if any of you want to challenge the ruling of the committee ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ I will notify them immediately. "

This calmed them down, just as Tangul already knew it would be like this. Any rat with a normal mind will not even suggest that it may violate the Council ’s direct laws. The horror rulers of the Ratman race have a far-reaching influence, and their hands are extended long, and their punishment is rapid and powerful. Tangul knows that as long as he uses the authority of the committee, he can ensure that everyone present is obedient until they can verify with his family's rulers and committee representatives. Hopefully, at that time, Tangul will level the city. .

"Of course, you are right, the Prophet Tangul, Heskett stuttered." But, as your deputy, I think these people are overpowered. "

"I do n’t know how Heskett can claim to be your deputy, the Prophet Tangul, because everyone knows that my respect for you is unlimited, my loyalty to you is unlimited, and my dedication to your career It is unlimited, "Isaac-Glot said.

Villebris-Nure just coughed mysteriously and said, "It hurts me to see these arrogant idiots challenge your legal authority, prophet. Of course, the strength of my family and my loyalty to you It means that I am ranked second here. "

"I haven't decided who will become the deputy leader. I have to go back to my burrow to think about countermeasures." Tangul said as he came down from the clock-carriage, in front of a boiling ratman, this The raging sea of ​​ratmen separated in front of him. Tangul is satisfied with this moment, he has controlled the challenge to his leadership. It was almost the same, Tangul thought. Let them quarrel over who will get leftovers. Glory will belong to me.

Only then is it correct.