Bai En watched in horror as the Kuroshio formed by the Ratmen came to him from the mountain. He was n’t sure how many, but it looked like there were hundreds, maybe thousands — hard to tell in the dark. He turned around to try to see what was happening, and then there was a loud noise behind him. He looked up and saw that more ratmen entered the valley from the other side. The jaw is closing like a huge trap.

Bai En tried his best to restrain a panic. Somehow, no matter how many times he has had this experience-he did have many times-but things have never been easier. He felt a disgusting sensation spread in his stomach, his muscles stretched tightly, and somehow he felt a strange dizziness. His mouth was dry and his heartbeat was deafening in his ears. In fact, this time, he wanted to remain calm and relaxed in front of danger, or like all the heroes in the storybook, full of passion, anger and violent emotions. As usual, this did not happen.

Around him, the dwarves were laying down tools and grabbing weapons. Then another horn sounded, and each horn had a different tone, and their long notes were like the wailing of the soul when it was tortured, adding color to the surrounding murmurs. Bai En turned around again, preparing to rush towards the entrance of the castle, when he realized that no one else was doing it. Around him, the dwarves were rushing towards the enemy in the dark.

Bai En wondered, are they all crazy? Why don't they rush to the safe area of ​​the castle? Although the city walls are not strong, there is no doubt that they will have a better chance to live inside. It must be safer to stay in the castle, but these crazy dwarves didn't seem to notice at all.

He was stunned for a moment, full of curiosity and fear. He suddenly thought that maybe there was a legitimate reason for them not to go to the castle-maybe he found that his idea was not a good idea.

Slowly, it penetrated into Bain's mind: Dwarves would not give their machines to those ratmen. They are ready to fight, and if necessary, they will die to protect these terrible smoke devices. Their determination and decisiveness were either truly admirable or extremely stupid, and Bai En could not immediately determine which one it was.

Just when he was unsure, an ominous ding sound came from behind him, followed by the sound of a metal ring pulling on the stone. He turned around and saw the gate of the castle slam shut. From inside he heard the friction of gears and the whistle of the steam engine boiler, then tightened the huge chain that fixed the suspension bridge and began to raise the wooden suspension bridge. Suddenly, a deep ditch appeared between him and the castle. Bai En believes that at least some of them showed some reason, even if they trapped him outside, they were destined for a crazy dogfight.

A thunderous roar erupted from the castle above. Huge smoke erupted from his head, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of ignited gunpowder. Bai En realized that some of the people above were very smart and brought at least one cannon. There was a roar, and then an explosion pierced the darkness. More than a dozen charged ratmen were thrown into the air. The limbs fly in one direction, the torso in the other direction. The dwarves cheered loudly; the ratmen made a long hissing sound representing hatred.

The dwarves were all around him, and then rushed into the battle position. The deep voice shouted loudly in the ancient dwarf language. Bai En felt lost and alone in this turbulent and orderly chaotic vortex. He can see that from the yelling and running of the dwarves, a coherent pattern began to appear. In the team, engineers and soldiers fought side by side with their compatriots. Bai En feels that he is the only person here who doesn't seem to know where he should go.

Bai En suddenly realized that they all gathered around the horn sound, and now different notes become meaningful. They are like the independent bells he saw on the cow a few days ago. They found their master and gave his comrades a place to assemble, a core that could form a hard armored shell.

Bane now reacts, this is a tactic that the dwarves have practiced repeatedly for a long time, until they fully master it. He had seen similar things on dwarves on Fatalin Island, except that they did not use horns.

Just a few minutes ago, there was a group of unorganized souls who could only beg for slaughter, and now there is a group of well-trained dwarf warriors, who are humiliating Fatalin spearmen Discipline meets the enemy, in fact, the discipline they show is enough to shame any team of the Fatalin Association. Perhaps the person in charge here knows what he is doing, Bai En thought. Perhaps this was not the kind of **** massacre he was just worried about.

He wasn't sure if these dwarves were enough to resist the enemy. Judging from the size of the army that the Ratmen rushed down the hill, it accelerated like a giant wheel, and it accumulated an irresistible momentum for its charge. The boiling furry group of rats is now very close to him, he can see individual ratmen, their lips are covered with foam, and there is confidence in the fanaticism in their eyes.

Some of them are bigger, stronger, and better armored than others. He has fought with such monsters in the past, knowing that they are the most tenacious and fierce among the ratmen. He kept his eyes wide open, looking for the clumsy, bulky, weird, but deadly field weapons that those ratmen loved, but fortunately, he saw nothing.

Bai En suddenly felt very lonely. He was not part of the hastily formed dwarf troops. No one protects him beside him. Perhaps in the dark, the dwarves would even regard him as an enemy. He is the only one in this place. He looked around for Gray Logan, but he and Snowry were driven by the desire to fight, and the two rushed forward to get closer to the enemy.

Bai En cursed, and quickly climbed into the carriage, trying to see the surroundings more clearly. He noticed that Warwick was sitting there, looking with interest in the darkness, occasionally placing the bomb in his hand on the seat next to it, and using a seemingly strange mechanical pen in front There is a mark on the book. His eyes shone wildly behind the glasses.

"Isn't this exciting, Bane?" He asked. "A real battle! This is my first time participating."

"Pray that this is not your last time—" Bai En muttered to himself while doing several sword swing exercises with his sword, hoping to relax his tense muscles before the Ratmen army hit the dwarven line. Then he took out the three-barreled muskets and began to reload. During the reloading, he quickly glanced around, hoping to recognize Guerrerogan.

But he was gone.

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The Prophet Tangul stood on the high hill above the battlefield, staring down at the crystal ball of insight. It lay quietly in front of him. In its depths, there may be a faint flame shining, but unless it is as sharp and versatile as Tanguer's eyes, it will not be noticeable.

In fact, in the eyes of untrained ratmen, it looks like a huge stained glass with the most sacred symbols engraved on it. Tangul knew enough about human beings. He knew that from the human eye's perspective, it looked like a tacky trick used by jugglers. He is also very clever, knowing that human eyes will be easily deceived to a large extent, because this is indeed the most powerful magic skill.

At least, he hopes so. This unprocessed moon crystal cost him a lot of money. Each of the rune carvings was carved on a different moonless night, which caused Tangul to lose a lot of sleep. The cost of embedding powerful spells in the crystal is blood and pain, some of which are the prophet's own.

It's time to see if all this is worth it. Tangul thought, it was time to start using his new toy. He quickly carved runes on the hard land around him, and skillfully drew a dozen sacred signs representing the devil. Then he put his thumb into his mouth and took a bite. His sharp teeth sucked blood, and though through his brain filled with magic stone snuff and boiling magic energy, he could hardly feel anything.

Black blood dripped from the wound. He pointed his thumb to the first rune. When he did this, a drop of blood dropped in the center of the symbol, and Tangul spoke a powerful word, which was a secret name belonging to the devil. The liquid immediately evaporated into a pungent smoke, forming a skull-shaped cloud of mushrooms on the rune.

This symbol revitalized the rune ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Lines of green flames illuminate its outline, and then the bright light fades away, becoming less dazzling, but still clearly visible.

Tangul quickly and skillfully repeated the previous steps for each rune. Once completed, he carefully dropped three drops of his own precious blood into the crystal ball. A blurry picture suddenly became vivid. He could see the chaos in the valley below and the upcoming Holocaust, as if looking down from a high place, and then the picture flickered, and a ball of static electricity filled the crystal ball.

Tangul raised his claws and made a harsh blow on the side of the crystal, and then the picture became clear and stable. The battle scene is clearly visible. Well, almost-there is a light green hue on this painting, no matter how many gentle taps and swipes Tanguer uses to adjust it, it will not disappear.

It doesn't matter! Tangul feels like the host of a huge and mysterious game. The ratmen below are now pieces he can command. A **** who can be moved by his powerful claws. It was just some kind of indicator placed on the board and guided by his great wisdom. He sniffed another handful of magic stone powder snuff and almost shouted with joy. He felt his power was infinite. There is nothing like this feeling of control and control of everything. Most importantly, he can exercise his power away from sight and personal danger. Of course, he is not afraid of danger, but it is wise to avoid unnecessary danger. This makes every rat-human prophet's biggest dream come true!

Tangul allowed himself to be complacent for a long time, and then focused his attention on this battle, trying to determine in what spectacular way he was going to win the triumph and immortal fame of the Ratman nation.