"There is a problem, the most decisive and responsible leader," Exquark said calmly. Heskett turned around, staring fiercely at his adjutant.

"Question? What's the problem? Explain! Quick! Quick!"

"Supervisor Quel believes that since he has seen the steam tank now, he feels that there may be some problems. He thinks that the support may not be strong enough to bear the weight. It may not be wise to take it to the sewer."

"Tell Supervisor Quill to solve this problem quickly, otherwise he will be replaced by a more capable person. We must get this steam tank! We must study its engine! We must see how it works! Scree The clan must have this weapon. "Heskett climbed to the top of the steam tank. His followers illuminated the place with the green light from the magic stone lamp to see more clearly what they were doing. It was on this powerful machine that Heskett's tail hardened. He put his paws on his buttocks, posing in a predominant position, looking down on the room.

He looked around. This was the largest hall, where the steam tank was built. This place is impressive. All parts are handmade and placed on a nearby workbench. A huge schematic was nailed to a wooden board on the wall to guide the apprentice. Above the head are a variety of pulleys, wires, and cables to lower all the components into place. This is an intricate web enough to excite any ratman from the heart.

Nearby is a partially assembled steam tank that looks like a corpse that has been devoured by half of a large sea beast. Above him is the observation room, where the masters can examine the work of their workers and ensure that everything is done properly. Yes, there must be some ideas here that can be transformed into a career suitable for ratmen. Heskett turned around and quickly fell into contemplation of this huge mechanical monster, who was overwhelmed by the possibilities implied in the design. Indeed, the steam tank is a great concept. He put a paw on the riveted metal and felt his heart beat faster.

He can imagine himself driving around in such a chariot, but his car is bigger and better, using a magic stone engine and a magic stone fuel flamethrower instead of a cannon. The shells will hit the shell armor with a bang. The arrow will be blocked by a wall-like thickness. His enemies will be crushed into plasma under his feet. He will have a periscope, so that he does not have to expose his head to enemy fire, he can replace these stupid wheels with tracks, so that he can easily pass through the most rough terrain.

This is a plan that will allow the Ratman to conquer the world, and he, the one-eyed Heskett, will be responsible for the design.

Bai En can see a huge open courtyard in front. There is a large gap in the center of the yard, from which you can smell the smell of the familiar sewer. A strange green light flashed in the courtyard. In these lights, Bai En can see a group of ratmen running around between the pothole and the building. Everyone carried a box or a machine on his shoulder. It seems that they are looting the whole building. Bai En is not sure what they are going to do. There are too many ratmen here, they must find a way to solve this problem.

Heskett climbed into the steam tank and looked at the controls. There is a small seat in the cabin, which is tailor-made for a human driver, but most of the space in the cabin is occupied by a huge cannon and a huge boiler. The boiler undoubtedly provided power. For someone as smart as Heskett, the control itself is simple. This lever is forward; that lever is backward. The whistle can be used to make terrible noise and reduce the pressure in the boiler. This small wheel allows you to control the steam tank left and right. This wheel can be used to control the cannon aiming. This is too easy.

Suddenly, Heskett knew exactly what he wanted to do, because he was a magic stone engineer, and nobody here could stop him. He intends to test drive this tank, just to ensure that it works properly. It also saves the hassle of sending tanks from the tunnel entrance to the sewer. He roared to summon two slaves and soon asked them to load firewood into the boiler. After a few minutes, he pressurized the engine and was ready to go.

Heskitra pulled the joystick, and the steam tank leaned forward.

Bai En heard a rumble in the distance, as if a dragon was clearing his throat. "Sounds like a monster," he whispered to Grey Rogan.

"Sounds more like a steam engine, humans. We better investigate."

They hurried up the stairs and bypassed the corridor above the courtyard. The body of the sentry lying there was stabbed to death with the same craft blade as they had encountered before. Bai En frowned and prepared his sword. He may meet a group of fierce killers at any time, like those who attacked him and Elisa in his room that night.

The feeling of speed and power is great. Heskett has never experienced such a thing. He felt he could smash anything that stood in front of him, and he could penetrate any obstacle. With this tank, he can defeat any enemy. The vision of a huge army led by a magic stone engine steam chariot jumped in his mind. With such an army of fierce ratmen warriors, the Scree clan can conquer the world. Of course, he, the one-eyed Heskett, will also be rewarded for the genius who came up with this plan. He will witness all this.

Heskett, caught in a bright future, looked up to see where he was going. At this time, Heskett wondered what happened to the stupid wind-poison grenadier who stood in front of him with a frightened expression on his face?

Bai En appeared in the hallway above a huge hall filled with the smell of a rat. In the center of the hall stands a new steam chariot that attracts the most attention. Even Bai En can't get his eyes off it. Thick smoke billowed out of the chimney, and while he was watching, Bane found that the chariot started to move.

It speeded up and ran over a little black man standing in front of it, holding something in his hand. The rat man fell down, and something like a glass ball rolled out of his hand. The sphere fell and shattered into countless pieces. Just then, a terrible green gas burst out. All the rats trapped in the clouds below pinched their throats and coughed up blood. They lay on the floor, their tails flicking and their feet kicking the ground. In a way, they look like they are going to be drowned.

This reminds Baine of the fact that Guerrerogan has talked about the poisonous weapon of rat-men. He remembered the terrible moment of fighting the ratman in the sewer, when he thought he would be poisoned by poison gas. He remembered the solution suggested by the dwarf was to dip the handkerchief in the urine and put it on your mouth. He currently has neither the time nor the will to test this theory. Bain gratefully noticed that the gas seemed to be heavier than the surrounding air and did not rise too high. In fact, it has begun to dissipate.

Heskett wondered if he was dying? Or did he hold his breath in time? He didn't know. The poisonous gas infiltrated through the open door wet his eyes. Two thin slaves lay in front of him, panting gaspingly. Heskett knew he didn't feel any pain. Maybe when he saw the Grenadier, the moment he got the warning was enough. He just had enough time to take a breath and then hold his breath. Of course he did not waste his time loudly warning others. Thanks to his quick thinking, he successfully saved himself.

Heskett looked away from the green dimly with tears, trying to lead the chariot to an empty place. Something bumped under the wheel, as if squashed, and he felt a painful howl. He ignored this, and he just wanted to live. This is the most important thing.

His lungs seemed to be exploding. His heartbeat is three times faster than usual. He had smelt a scent of fear, and stained his delicate armor ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ He didn't care. What matters now is that he keeps not breathing until he sees the fresh air, and despite the betrayal attack by the stupid wind-poison grenadier, he survived.

He heard a chaotic voice around him, heard the shouting of the ratmen, heard the roaring command, and the sound of the weapon being raised.

"We have been attacked!" He heard Exquark shouting. It wasn't until the bullets slammed from the side of the tank that he realized that the idiots thought he was attacking them.

Bai En looked at the scene of the increasingly chaotic massacre, and his heart became more and more confused. The poison gas killed dozens of ratmen. The rest of the ratmen have already begun to attack the steam chariot. Several ratmen squads equipped with long-bore muskets have already started shooting at the chariot. Two strangely equipped ratmen are manipulating a huge, awkward-looking weapon into a position where it can fire at the tank.

Are there still people alive below? Did he manage to activate the war machine? He is still fighting for his life, is he in desperate need of help? This small battlefield seems to be more than the battlefield of the Istana Danger. Bane turned around and wanted to discuss with the dwarf-only then did he realize that Grey Rogan had already left. Bai En guessed where he went. The ratman has adjusted their eccentric weapon to the proper position. One of them squatted down, carrying a barrel on his back, and the other was playing with the connected guns. Suddenly, a green flame spewed out towards the tank. It clung to the metal side panel and burned violently. The fire light illuminated the entire room, making Bian particularly striking on the balcony. He knew this, because suddenly a group of ratmen twitched at him and kept talking.

He had a terrible hunch, he knew what would happen next.