Bai En looked down at the long valley with awe in his heart. From where he stood, he could see hundreds of machines. The huge steam engine, like a monster wearing riveted armor, rises along the sides of the valley. The piston of the huge water pump beats up and down like a giant's heartbeat. Steam sizzled in thick, rusty pipes that ran through the majestic red brick buildings. The huge chimney rising from the ground spewed a lot of black smoke into the air. Hundreds of hammers struck in the air. The infernal light of the ironworks illuminates the dark interior of the workshop. Dozens of small dwarfs move around in the heat, noise and clouds.

A moment later, when the cold mountain wind passed through the valley, the mist immediately dissipated. Bai En can see a vast building structure spanning both ends along the valley. It was built with rusty riveted metal and corrugated iron roof. It has about 300 big steps and 20 big steps. At the other end of the building is a magnificent cast iron tower, which Bai En has never seen before. It is built with metal girders and has an observation point at the very top of it, which looks like a huge lantern.

At the high end of the valley, a weird and low fortress stands. Moss attached to the eroded stone wall. Bane can distinguish the gleaming muzzle above the battlement. In the center of this building, a stone tower stands vaguely. On the side closest to the top of the tower, there is a big clock. From the hands, it is the seventh hour after noon. On top of the tower, an equally huge telescope pointed to the sky. Just as Bai En watched, the pointer had reached seven o'clock, followed by the deafening bell, whose echo filled the whole valley.

The terrible wailing in the air can only be the sound of a whistle—Bern once heard similar sounds at the engineering schools of Fatalin and Heidelberg. When a small steam wagon came out of the pit, the sound of thunderous whistle and the collision of the iron wheels on the rail were endless. It moves along the rails and transports piles of coal to some large smelting plants in the center.

The noise was deafening. The smell is suffocating. The scene in front of us was both weird and charming, just like looking at the inside of a huge and complex clockwork toy. Bai En feels that he is looking down on a strange magical scene. If it is really released, it may change the world. He didn't realize what the dwarves could do with this ability, what kind of power their mysterious knowledge gave them. His heart was filled with a wonderful feeling, which was so strong that for a moment, he had overcome the fear that haunted him all day.

At this time, the thought came back to his mind. He remembered the stone tower that was hidden in the center of the building. Too far away, he was not sure whether it was the same as the black tower on Fatalin Island. But he seemed to know in his heart that he already knew the answer.

Another worrying thing is that the ones he saw this morning were mixed with the footprints in the dwarf's bootprints. There is no doubt that they belong to the Ratmen, this is a very large force. Bai En knew that although these dwarves were intimidating, those ratmen did not escape because of fear. They retreat because there is something else to do. Fighting with his companions may slow them down when performing tasks. This is the only possible explanation for why such a powerful group of rats chose to escape from so few people.

Looking at this place now, he understood what the possible target of the Ratmen army was. This is something that the followers of Evil God want to capture-or destroy. Bai En does n’t know what ’s going on in the valley below, but he ’s convinced that it ’s important because so many industrial facilities here are consuming a lot of energy and talent, and Bai En knows that the dwarves wo n’t do anything. It is aimless.

Despite this, he felt his heartbeat beating again. The industrial facilities here reached a scale he could not imagine. It has a dirty magnificence that implies a terrible understanding of things beyond the knowledge of human civilization. At that moment, Bai En understood that humans still have much to learn from dwarves. At this time, he heard a rapid breathing sound beside him.

"If the Association of Engineers finds out about this," Guerrero muttered, "Everyone will land on the ground!"

"We'd better go down and tell them about the ratmen." Bai En replied.

Grey Logan looked at him, with a proud look in his crazy eyes. "What are the people below afraid of a group of dirty mice?"

Although Bai En wanted to agree, he chose to remain silent. If he is given enough time, he will surely come up with a solution. After all, in the past, these ratmen gave him many reasons to worry.

Somewhere to the right of them, something was shining like a mirror reflecting sunlight. Bai En briefly tried to understand what it was, and then erased it from his mind, thinking it was part of the magical technology he saw deployed around him.

"I think we should inform them." He said, wondering why the dwarves put such bright things in a bush.

And he has to determine whether the stone tower is the same as the one on Fatalin Island.

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The Prophet Tangul stared down at the scene through the periscope. This device is another great invention of the Ratman. It combines the best functions of a telescope and a series of mirrors, allowing him to observe the fools under the cover of this bush. Only the lens on the top of the machine is visible, but he doubts that the dwarves will notice this. They are so dull and stupid.

However, even Tangul had to admit that the dwarves built something magnificent there. He didn't know what that was, but even himself, in the heart of his mouse with countless secrets, was moved. It looks fascinating, just like his labyrinth reserved for human pets in his hometown. There are so many novelties here, and the eyes don't know where to look. Everything here is very active, he only knows that an important thing is happening below-once he seizes the opportunity, this matter is likely to increase his reputation in the Modu Committee.

He once again rejoiced in his vision and wisdom. How many other prophets will respond to reports of a group of slaves expelled from the old coal mine under the black tower?

When the dwarves sent troops to reclaim an old coal mine in these barren mountains, none of his opponents stopped to think about what must have happened. Of course, he had to admit that none of them had the opportunity to do so, because Tangul had executed them before most survivors had the opportunity to tell others.

After all, secrecy is one of the most powerful weapons in the arsenal of arsenals, and no one knows this better than him. Isn't he the most outstanding among the prophets? The Ratmen Prophets are a group of terrifying and capable Ratman Spellcasters whose status is only under the Demon Council. This situation will change over time. Tangul knows that he is destined to one day get his place on an ancient throne of micro members, this is his destiny.

As soon as he was certain that the news reported by the slaves was true, he came here with his bodyguard. As soon as he saw the size of the dwarf camp, he immediately issued a call to the nearest gargoyle garrison, the name of the devil was mentioned in the call, and asked his commander to keep the secret, otherwise he would face a long and painful death . Now, the whole valley is almost surrounded by a powerful army of squirrels, and what the dwarves want to protect will soon become his. On this night, he will issue an order to make his invincible, rushing towards the invincible plush army to a certain victory.

The movement of something attracted Tangul's attention for a moment, and the black tremor in the breeze reminded him vaguely of something ominous that he had seen in the past. But he didn't have time to pay attention to it. He still moved the periscope along the valley, checking the powerful engine made by the dwarves. Greed and the desire to possess them filled him; not knowing their exact purpose did not discourage him. He knew they must be worth owning. Anything that can make so much noise and so much smoke is enough in itself to make any rat heart beat faster.

That little piece of fluttering black something was entangled in his heart, but he made himself not think about it. He began to develop an offensive plan, studying all offensive routes along the edge of the valley. He wished he could summon a large cloud of poison and blow it down the valley to kill the dwarves and leave their machines intact. The simplicity of this idea moved him. Maybe the next time he negotiates with the magic stone engineer of the Scree clan, he should sell this idea to them. Of course, this device can expel gas just as those chimneys emit smoke.

Wait a minute! He had a strange familiarity with the fluttering black cloak in his brain. He suddenly remembered where he had seen it before. He remembers a nasty human who wore a very similar dress. However, he cannot appear here.

Tangul hurriedly turned the periscope with a foldable frame. He heard the rat slave slave with his back groaning painfully, but what did he care about? For him, the slave's pain was no more important than the hair he shed every morning.

He patted lightly with his paws, and the camera focused on the source that disturbed him. In an instant, he restrained the almost overwhelming urge to spur fear. He reminded himself that it was impossible for the hairless macaque to see him, which made him stop.

Tangul retracted the bushes and lowered his head, although his powerful wisdom told him that the other party had disappeared. He looked around to see if his two followers, Luck Snake Tongue and Gazat, noticed his uneasiness. Their expressionless faces looked up at him calmly, and he was sure he had not lost face in front of his subordinates. He sniffed a handful of magic stone powder snuff to calm the nervous nerves, and then said something to himself, perhaps praying, maybe it could be understood as a curse to the devil.

He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe it! Through the periscope, he clearly saw human grace, just like the nose on his face. He leaned forward and glanced again, just to confirm. No-nothing wrong. He stood there very clearly. Bane, this abominable human, did so much to stop Tangul ’s grand plan, and just a few months ago, he humiliated him in front of the Modu Committee for almost no reason!

When legitimate hatred fights against the self-protected rational instinct that governs Tangul ’s soul Great and glorious plan. But the cold light of logic told him that this was not the case. Such a simple thing cannot be true. Bai En could not know where to find him. Even Tanguer ’s owner of the Modu Committee did not know his current position. He left the magic capital under extremely secret circumstances.

At this moment, Tanguer suddenly came up with a terrible idea. Perhaps he was among the many enemies in the distant magic capital, and one of them found him by some mysterious method and provided the information to the human. This is not the first time that wicked people have betrayed the righteous people. Those evil ratmen have betrayed the righteous ratmen for their own benefit or revenge the people they are jealous of. They have also betrayed the great ratman career.

The more Tangul thinks about this, the more likely this explanation will become a fact. An angry emotion flowed into his veins, as did the powdery magic stone. He will find this traitor and crush him like a treacherous bug! He has already thought of six or seven sinners who should receive his unavoidable revenge.

Then the Prophet thought of another thought, although he tried to restrain himself, this thought almost made his odor of fear spew out. If Bai En is here, it means that the other one is also likely to be there. Yes, this means that it is likely to be the only person on the planet who hates and fears Tanguer more than human Bian. There is no doubt that he did not guess wrong, when he looked through the periscope again, he would see the **** dwarf-Guerrerogan Mahal.

All he can do now is to suppress the threat to come out of his mouth, squeaked by anger and fear. He knew he would have to think about it.