| | |->-> Ban walked hard towards the blind pig tavern. In the past few weeks, his stomach has shrunk. It used to be a normal meal. Now he feels bloated. Eating two such meals a day made him feel like he was about to explode.

He wore a new herbal fragrant pill given to him by the doctor, and put another one in his pocket, ready to give it to Grerogan. This is just a small comfort for him. So far, he has not contracted the plague, but that may not be a big deal. No one he knew.

Maybe they were lucky enough to escape, or maybe it was because old Heinz insisted on killing every mouse they found around the tavern. Perhaps it is the role of Xiang Wan. Bai En couldn't guess at all. He only knew that he was very grateful to Drexler for his gift.

Xiang Wan has a weak magic energy. After Congxinhui sacrificed his sword, his perception of magic seems to be somewhat improved. But the doctor did not look like a spellcaster. Bai En speculates that he may be the kind of talented person, maybe born, or because he learned too much knowledge in the later period, especially the medical knowledge, so that he can generate some power to change the drugs he made .

He looked around and saw a darker and darker, he couldn't help shivering. The city looked like the ghost of the bustling metropolis when he and Grerogan first arrived. Many buildings have been burnt down. More is empty. Most apartments have no lights. The bustling life on the street has been replaced by an atmosphere of fear. Now the only creatures that are likely to move outside are predators — and their victims.

He could feel goose bumps on the skin between his shoulder blades, and he was suddenly convinced that someone was watching him. He turned his head to look at an alley nearby. The whistling air alerted him, but it was too late. He raised his hand to try to stop, but as soon as his arm reached his chest, something hit his head. He shook his head in response, expecting a sudden pain. But no. He raised his finger to his forehead, but felt no blood.

He lowered his head and wanted to see what hit him, and found that it was a rolled parchment, like all other parchments with warnings about ratmen. He bent down to pick it up, while glancing carefully around him. He heard the sound of running in the nearby alley and realized that it was probably the person who threw the paper roll.

Bai En grabbed the parchment paper without thinking, and pulled out his legs to catch up. As he ran along the alley, he stretched his long legs to the maximum. In front of him, he seemed to see a figure wearing a hood. Is it possible that a long tail like a mouse sticks out from under the robe? Everything is so possible, he firmly believes.

The figure had already reached the end of the alley, and hurriedly turned into another winding labyrinthine street. Bai En ran quickly through the open doorway, while running forward, stomping the surprised beggar and the big mouse running under his feet. The sound of his heart beating in his chest, sweat running down his face. He felt sick and hoped he didn't eat so much at Drexler's house, especially after a big meal at Falheim's house. He grasped the reel tightly in one hand, and tied the fluttering scabbard on his belt with the other.

"Stop, Ratman!" His shout had no effect on the running Ratcatcher. All beggars jumped into the nearest door to hide, looking for cover. Bai En continued to run forward.

He asked himself, why should I do this? As far as he knows, the ratman in front just helped them, and told him his brothers ’plans. In this case, why should he escape? Bai En asked himself, but he already had the answer. Who knows why ratmen do this? Who can guess the reason for a creature that is not even human?

Bai En saw this rat-man fall to the ground, his heart jumped pounding. Maybe he could finally ‘examine’ it thoroughly. In a furious chase, he desperately wanted to do this. He wanted to grab the ratman, look at its eyes, and then question it.

He thought that it is unlikely to understand human language. According to Rybel, the Ratmen have their own language, including special dialects used by many different tribes. However, Bai En thought that at least this knowledge of the imperial writing was enough for him to write that letter, so maybe he could interrogate it. He ran faster, burning with hope in his heart, hoping he could finally find answers to some questions about those ratmen.

Luck looked back, cursing cursedly in his mouth. But this is useless. That stupid human is still following him! Why? Does it hope to achieve this by forcing him? Why ca n’t it leave him alone, reading the one-eyed Hesky ’s message on parchment? It has done so, and it will surely realize that there are more urgent things to do tonight-such as going to the palace, which thwarted the prophet Tangul's plan.

Life is too unfair, Luck thought unhappy. Here, he is in poor health and has been beaten by some of the most vicious ratmen of all time. He is about to prepare to fight against one of the most powerful wizards of his race. His head hurts because of an injury. His eyes became hot with fever. His heart seemed to stop beating because of this tense chase. His lungs felt like he was on fire. Why is he here? Why is he not in a cozy cave in the magic capital, but chased by a huge and terrible warrior on the terrible and empty streets of this human city. This is like a terrible nightmare. The complete injustice of all this angered Luck. What did he do and should be punished like this?

He looked back again and found that his chase began to narrow the distance between them. Luck prayed that the night would come quickly, or that the fog would rise. He was convinced that in the darkness and shadow, he would completely get rid of this human being. Or, if he could reach the hidden sewer entrance that the invading army was waiting for, he could find a safe place. He risked looking back again—and then cursed while feeling that his feet slid down.

He knew that he should first see where he was going.

As soon as he saw this rat-man trying to stand up again, he quickly pulled the two sides closer. He hesitated for a moment whether he should stop and draw his sword. He decided not to do this. He will once again lose the opportunity to catch him, and that ratman does not seem to be armed. When he pushed the ratman to the corner, he could always pull out his knife. He panted and continued to run forward.

Praise the devil! In front of Luck, he can see the opening to the sewer. He knew he just jumped, and he could stay safely in the arms of the Ratmen. Waiting below are Villebris-Nule, Isaac-Glott, One-eyed Heskett and all their soldiers. When he put his legs under his body and prepared to make a huge jump to take him to a safe place, he felt a strong hand grabbing his shoulder.

When Bai En grabbed it, he felt that it seemed stiff. He pulled hard and turned it around—when the abominable guy glared at him with hateful eyes, he almost let it go unconsciously. Of all the ratmen he met, this was the most cunning, the most vicious, and the most annoying. It is smaller than most, thinner than most people, but has a knot strength that is difficult to hold.

"Now," Bai En gasped. "Tell me what you are doing here!" Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his left wrist, and the ratman bit him. After the shock, Bai En let go subconsciously.

Lake broke free from the person who tortured him ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Gratefully fell into the sewer. He got out of the water, looked around, and found that the Scavenge assault troops had assembled. A large group of rats stood by. He looked around and saw Isaac-Grott and several others standing behind, standing where the Rat Leader was. The claw captain of a storm commando looked down at Luck. He crawled out of the dirt and shook his fur cleanly.

"What happened?" Captain Lizuo asked.

"I was chased." Leker gasped without thinking. Before he could speak in more detail, Captain Claw responded and issued a strong statement, eager to grab some honor.

"All staff ready!" Shouted the Captain Claw. "Quick! Quick! Charge!"

Bai En checked his bitten wrist. He thought it didn't look too bad. Then, when he heard the first ratman started to climb the ladder of the waterway, he glanced at the probe in horror. Just a moment ago, he was still considering whether to enter the sewer to continue chasing the escaped ratman. Now he understands that this is tantamount to suicide. A burly, squinting face of a ratman in black armor and a gnashed jaw appeared in the dark. More importantly, there was a crowd of companions behind him. Bai En wasted no time. He kicked a kick, kicked the furious screaming ratman among his friends, and turned and ran.

After a while, a group of angry, chattering rat-man warriors appeared in the alley. To some extent, a large-scale invasion of Heidelberg began before the plan.