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Luck-Snake Tongue crouched in his favorite hiding place, a small cave with a narrow corridor above it, away from the main underground passage. He was worried, as if it were only natural instinct. He knew that he had only a few days to fulfill his promise and wipe out the dwarf and human who had humiliated Zhang Squik, otherwise he would suffer the same fate as the messenger from the magic capital.

He shuddered at the thought of the awesome power of the prophet. Indeed, the magic stone magic used by Tangul is daunting. He knew that hiding did not help him, no matter how deep he dug, the Prophet would find him, but the old instinct was difficult to overcome. As a little dwarf, when in trouble, Luck-Snake Tong is always looking for a hidden place, where he can monitor the big man and plan his revenge.

Somewhere deep inside him, anger wandered around the small padded paws. He knew that Tangul had stared at him, and out of the instinct of revenge, he wanted to put his fangs into the prophet ’s throat. Although he understood why he was the victim of Tangul's choice, it did not make him more acceptable. The intuition that belongs to the Ratman tells him the reason for Tangul's decision. From a very young age, every young ratman has learned to distinguish who is an unwise enemy and who can be bullied with impunity. Those who have not done so die in various terrible ways and are usually eaten by those who killed them. In a way, he understood that Tanguer had persecuted him for legitimate and reasonable political reasons, because he was the youngest squirrel leader and the most unsafe in his position.

Luck Snake Tongue has become a subordinate warlord of the Scarp family by becoming a confidant of Warlord Vimick Scabu and telling those who conspired against his distant relatives. He has a keen sense of smell and can find potentially useful information. In a murky society full of intrigues and tricks, a person with this ability is very useful. But now, Vimick Scarab himself is dead, and Lek Snake Tongue suspects that even his powerful kin cannot protect him from the anger of a prophet. No, he concluded more realistically that Vimic would not think he was of any use, and he didn't even bother to give it a try.

It seems that his promising career is coming to an end. He either died under the axe of a crazy dwarf, and it was rumored that even the prophet Tangul was afraid of him-or was destroyed by the incredibly powerful magic of the prophet. These two prospects are not particularly attractive to an ambitious young ratman. However, at this moment, he seemed powerless to do so.

Luck-Snake Tongue heard a voice beneath him. He froze in place, realizing that others were looking for this lonely place for his own purposes. He knew it was best to keep quiet, because he was alone, and it is well known that hordes of ratmen will pounce on and eat the lone ratmen they found in the distant tunnel. To tell the truth, this was done by Luck himself. He listened carefully, his sharp ears twitching, hoping to know more about the ratman approaching.

"Damn the Prophet Tangul!" He heard a voice that he recognized belonged to One-eyed Heskett. "Yes, he deprived me of the legal status of leading this army. The credit for defeating man should belong to me, and of course, should belong to the Scree family."

Luck's beard twitched. This was rebellious remarks, and he was convinced that the Prophet Tangul would be willing to hear it. He listened now, as if his little life depended on it, thinking that he might have found a way out of trouble and a way to regain the grace of the Prophet.

"Yes, yes, the greatest lord. Tangul is a fool. Maybe he will have an accident like Vermick Scarab!" Luck recognized that the flattering voice belonged to Heskett. Icksquark.

"Hush! Hush! Don't say this kind of thing. Someone tried it before, but for some reason, the accident always seems to happen to others, not to the prophet Tangul. Maybe this is true. Maybe he really got The favor of the devil! "

So even the powerful Heskett was afraid of the prophet. This did not make Luck feel at ease in his situation. But-if Luck can please him, what a protector this prophet will be! As long as he holds Tanger's tail tightly, Luck can climb to a higher position. The next thing he heard scared him with his tail upright.

"The explosion of the remote pager should work, but Tangul is like devilish luck, he is the most visionary planner."

"Never, never mention that thing again. That **** remote pager is out of order-that's it. That's all. If the Prophet even suspects this is something else, the consequences will be very bad, very bad. How ? Any other plans? "

"Ah, the greatest magic stone engineer! We have found a hidden route to the human site. Our warriors are ready at all times. As long as you order, they will seize the equipment for you. Tonight we are very much Favorable. Humans are summoned by their rulers to attend a banquet. "

Luck Snake Tongue felt a tingling sensation in his sole. There is something else to report to Tangul. A conspiracy of a Scree clan to secretly obtain human treasure. There is no doubt that the Prophet Tangul will reward anyone who reports this to him. He leaned forward secretly so that he could see the situation below him. During the movement, some stones were peeled off, causing them to slide to the floor. The noise disturbed the Scree clan, and he saw them jump into a defensive stance and wave their swords.

"What is that voice?" Heskett asked.

"I don't know, the bravest leader," Exquark said nervously. "Quick! Quick! Go! Investigate."

"The leader's position is at the back. You go!"

Luck-Snake Tongue cursed his bad luck ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The noise interrupted Scree's plan, and now he may never know what they are doing.

"The most wise leader, probably has nothing. It's just collapse. These tunnels are very old."

The two stood motionless, posing in a listening position. Luck-Snakes hope they don't look up. He didn't even dare to pull himself back into the shadows, lest the action attract the attention of their keen, cunning senses. He was even sure they could hear his heartbeat. All he can do is not let the breath of fear come out.

Slowly, the two nervous Scree clan men relaxed and exhaled slowly and easily. After a few heartbeats, they returned to their plan.

"What is your order, the most cunning commander?"

"Tonight, we are going to attack the steam factories of human things while the moon is still dark. Their machine guns must be ours so that we can improve them. We must check their steam tanks to see how we can put them Their effectiveness has increased ten thousand times. "

"As you wish, we will gather the top technicians here."

"It must be done!" Heskett barked, turned his back to Exquark and walked away. Luck-Snake Tonge couldn't help noticing that as soon as Heskett turned, his belly touched his protruding front teeth gently with his thumb, which was a traditionally impolite frivolous movement. Heskett turned. When his leader's eyes fell on him, Exquark once again put on a gesture of flattering worship.

"Don't stand there all day. Come here! Come here! Quick! Quick! There is still a lot of work to be done."

In the dark, Luck Snakes tongue smiled. He learned a lot of useful things here, and it is time to visit the Prophet Tangul.