| | |->-> Bai En can see the light of the blind pig tavern in front. A sense of relief spread throughout his body. Even if the tavern does not represent security, at least it is better than this nightmare. A large group of screaming ratmen chased him through the dark streets. He saw Big Bosh and Griffin, and a group of their companions standing on the street, covering their eyes, and studying the fire in the distance.

"Beware! The ratmen are here!" Bai En shouted and saw that they all reached for their weapons. For a moment, the sword shone under the half-light and half-dark fire of the burning city. In the tavern, many people in armor poured out into the darkness. When Bane saw the huge and chubby figure of Grey Rogan among them, he was relieved. In this case, he held the big axe in his hand, which was somewhat comforting.

Bai En rushed to the group of warriors, they were preparing to meet the attack of the Ratmen. Behind him, those ratmen, unwilling and unable to give up this crazy chase, like a fur avalanche with anger.

Ban walked through the crowd and stood beside Guerrerogan. In his eyes reflecting the light of fire, there was the expression of crazy joy he often had before the battle.

"I guess you found our whistleblower, human," he said, scratching his axe with his thumb until a bright red blood bead appeared.

"Yes," Bai En said panting, struggling to make himself breathe before the battle started.

"Good. Then let's kill!"

Dr. Drexler looked around. There must be a big problem. Many soldiers went to the battlement to watch the fire but did not return. Ostwald has drove the women into the ballroom. The messenger ran between Ostwald, the Countess Emmanuelle and the people outside. Certainly what happened, he had to figure out what was going on. Maybe he did not know better, but he dared to swear that Ostwald ordered the band to play louder, intending to use it to cover up the commotion.

It must be so, Drexler thought, he knew he was right. An important thing is happening, and to prevent panic, Ostwald is trying to cover it up. He glanced at the others present and adjusted his mask. Most of the people who are staying in the banquet hall are ladies with status, sporadic attendants, performers, and those who are too drunk to get out. Of course, there are also male servants and several guards, but the situation is not reassuring. He glanced at Ostwald, not wanting to expose their relationship, but he was curious about what was happening. The secretary is now dressed as a fully armed forest elf warrior with a bow and arrow. Drexler came to him, still biting a delicious appetizer.

"What happened?" Drexler asked casually.

"Some riots occurred in the city, Mr. Doctor. Arson, which may be more serious. With her permission, I have ordered the soldiers of the barracks to solve this problem."

"So is there no problem in the palace?"

"As far as I know, not yet, but I have ordered the guard to double check."

"Let's pray to Marnus, hoping that it's just some robbers. The recent situation is terrible."

"I was worried about the worst result," Ostwald said, looking up at the other messenger coming over. Drexler agreed. Somewhere nearby, his magically trained senses told him that powerful magic was gathering.

Zhang Sikuike cursed, hiding in search of cover. This place smells like a smelly garbage dump. Looking around with his dark eyes accustomed to darkness, he could see that this was indeed a human toilet. Okay, there are worse things to hide, he said to himself, but it didn't help his task.

He knew it was useless. He could not reach the big room above the ballroom, that was the place he had agreed with the prophet. All the stolen palace maps told him this. He had studied those maps and still remember them in his mind. He just did n’t have time to go there, even if he had the best stealth skills, he doubted whether he could go through the crowds in the palace corridor without being discovered, and walk up to the battlements to see what happened below . He can only be seated here.

He took off his backpack from his back, reached in and pulled out the stone. The heat and visible red light from the stone told him that he had arrived just in time. It might even be a little late. He did not know how long the prophet had spent glaring in the darkness inside his backpack. He squatted down, put his nose against the side of the stone, raised his thumbs, and he shivered when he thought of Tangour's anger.

Bai En escaped from a sharp serrated machete and slammed it out with his sword. His sword was stabbed under the ratman's rib, and he picked up the blade to find his heart. The Ratman made a terrible scream, grabbed its chest, and died. When Bae pulled the sword from his chest, it fell to the ground.

Bai En glanced at the chaotic scene. To his right, he saw Old Heinz holding the knife in his left hand and slamming the head of a Ratman leader, while the knife in his right hand blocked the attack of another Ratman. Big Bosh and Griffin fought back to back in the ratmen wave. Somewhere in the distance, he could hear Grerogan's battle roar.

At this moment, it is difficult to judge how the battle is going. The mercenaries seemed to be holding their ground and resisting the enemy, but the battle seemed to attract the attention of others. People swarmed from nearby apartments. Some people hold potties, fire sticks and other temporary weapons. Others hold swords and daggers, and other destruction tools that seem more useful. It seems that the citizens have decided that instead of being burned to death at home, it is better to fight the enemy with death. This is good, Bai En thought, because mercenaries need as much help as possible, because more and more ratmen are quickly crossing the burning streets after hearing the sound of battle.

Just as he stood there, a broken head flew out of the darkness ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ was spinning, blood was flowing from the broken artery, and the black raindrops sprinkled like a shower to all below people. It flew straight towards Bai En, and Bai En struck it aside with his sword. Salty black liquid splashed on his face, and he suppressed the urge to lick his lips clean. He looked down and found that the head belonged to a burly, dark-skinned rat-man warrior.

Fearing that something would use his short blindness to stab him, he quickly wiped his face with his cloak. He shook his head and walked cautiously towards the place where Grerogan could be heard. In front of him, he could see a huge shadow. The dwarf was standing on the white pile that Bai En thought at the beginning, but he soon realized that it was a plague carriage. A wave of furious waves threw at him, and those angry ratmen waved their arms to get close to him, but they were all cut down by the dreadful power of the dwarf axe.

In the distance, Bai En vaguely saw a large group of creatures that he considered to be mouse monsters. Rebel's book called them ogres, and it was said that they were produced by the mixture of ratmen and ogres. monster. Grey Logan apparently saw them too, because he jumped into the boiling sea of ​​mice from the top of the plague carriage. After a while, as he rushed to his target, the huge monsters, his flashing axe left a wall of broken and dead bodies around him. Bai En only spent a little time thinking about whether to follow him, and then he rushed up, shouting, "Come with me, boys! Let's kill these **** ratmen."

When he slashed left and right, he hoped that the mercenaries would hear and follow him, otherwise when he and Grerogan met the ogres, the situation was not so good.