Warwick flew in the hallway of ‘Glennell ’s Will’. He quickly entered the hangar deck. The rotorcraft is waiting. He climbed into the cockpit and turned the crank of the ignition. The engine roared and started. When the rotor began to rotate, the wind hit Variko's face.

The dwarf engineer has opened the door behind the manned cabin. The gyroplanes progressed one by one and disappeared into the night. Zheng was very happy that they used the voyage time to unpack and assemble the aircraft on the waste soil eroded by evil forces. It seems that they really need it now.

When Warwick's own rotorcraft fell from the airship, there was an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, and then the rotor above his head stirred the air, and he began to rise. He reached into the backpack beside him and began to fumble for the bomb. He thought it was almost as exciting as the trip to Guntergrim.

Angelica ran down the stairs. A rat man turned his head to look at her and growled. She slashed her head with one blow of the robbed sword. Its surprised companion growled at her. There was a strange pungent smell in the air. She noticed that the creature was releasing some gas from the glands near its tail.

She hit hard. Its blade blocked her own sword, and sparks splattered. As she slid the sword off the blade, the metal rubbed against the metal. Then both weapons were broken. She cursed and twisted her sword, disarming Lei Rao. It jumped back and screamed for mercy. She just stabbed the broken sword coldly into its head.

"What's going on outside?" She heard a strong voice roaring at the sword. She was almost familiar with the voice and was about to cry.

"Dad—is it you?" She had opened the door when she said this.

"Angelica," her father Ivan said, reaching out to hug her tightly. His bushy beard tickled her face. She saw more than a dozen people in the basement in ragged clothes, with scars all over her face, and a beaten look.

"What's going on?" Ivan asked.

"The airship is back. Those ratmen want to ambush it." She gasped.

"How many people are still alive?"

"I don't know. I think there are more prisoners in the cellar."

Ivan stooped to pick up a guard's sword. He threw the sword to his tall, thin, pale lieutenant Oleg, and then picked up another mouse, Rao Jian. Another of his favorite men is Standa, who is short, strong, and has high cheekbones, but he is disappointed because there is no sword for him. "Dirty weapon, but we have to do it."

"What should we do?" Angelica asked.

"Release as many prisoners as possible. Kill as many ratmen as we can. These weapons can arm our soldiers, and then fight or escape according to the situation."

"This is a fairly rough plan," she smiled.

"Sorry, daughter, in this case I can only do this."

"Then do it well."

The Prophet Tangul watched his soldiers flock to the tower and bit his lower lip. He can see that things are not going well. His brave squadrons are superior in numbers, but their position of enemies is stable. The dwarf Grerogan stood above the ladder, severing anything he could touch.

Another dwarf and Bae wandered around the platform, killing any squirrels climbing up from outside the tower. There are also things like creepy black hair, which occasionally bind some unlucky eggs. Tangul didn't know what that was, although he had felt some magic fluctuations before. But he has never seen such magic.

Tangul struggled between assisting his army and preventing the escape of Glennell's Will.

He stood there and hesitated for a while, then decided to stick to his original plan as much as possible. After all, it was a great plan designed by himself, although his servants were quite incompetent, it should still work. He opened his mouth and began to read spells.

The magic around him began to gather, the wind of magic whistled in his ears, and he attracted their energy. As the power of the magic stone filled his whole body, he felt a burst of joy.

Bai En's spell provided some help, but the gadget did not have any IQ, it would look for flesh and blood within the range, just simply. Therefore, it will bind some enemies without threats, let them cut it with their weapons, and will also let those enemies who really threaten Baeen, such as this in front of Baeen.

Bai En avoided a short sword and chopped at the rat who attacked him. The mouse jumped backwards, its paws scratching on the metal surface of the tower, and it realized how close it was to the side of the tower. Bai En cursed secretly. He had hoped that when it panicked, that thing would fall off immediately.

Well, he can always give it some help. He jumped up and pushed it out with all his strength. The ratman was much lighter than him. He was thrown out of the air and rolled to the edge of the platform. Thankfully, finally solved, Bai En thought, then he noticed that the thing managed to grab a support bar with his tail and hang it upside down.

Bai En smiled fiercely and chopped towards the long hairless tail of the mouse. Its tail was broken, and when it fell into death falling to the ground, the rat-man screamed something in its incomprehensible language. Bai En growled with satisfaction, and then, the rattling footsteps from the metal plate reminded him that there was another ratman behind him.

He turned around and raised his sword to face his enemy.

Luck stretched his nose from the hatch. He looked around. The dwarves stood behind the rotating turrets on top of the airship, which looked strange. He had seen enough of the Scree clan ’s weapons, knowing that if he wanted to attack them, those guns might tear him into pieces. Although he is a powerful and invincible Ratman Warrior, it is meaningless to pursue unnecessary death. This is not where he should stay.

Suddenly, a roar came from below him, and some kind of aircraft appeared over the airship. When it flew over his head with a whizz, Luck quickly lowered his head. This is a powerful magic, he thought when he looked at this vehicle. If he knew what it was earlier, maybe he could steal it and run away.

"Hey! What is that?" He heard a dwarf shout.

May the devil devour their souls, because the dwarves have discovered him! He quickly descended from the ladder in an invisible place, not knowing what to do next. Maybe he could hide in the cabin full of balloons.

Do not. This makes no sense. Sooner or later, they will find enough people to ensure his death. Although this would almost certainly fulfill the order of the Prophet Tangul, that he would cause riots on the airship, it would do him no good. If he wants to help Tangul win, he hopes to share the honor of victory when he is alive.

If Tangul would let anyone share it, there was a bit of sour satire in his mind.

He kept climbing down until he reached the bottom of the airbag. He saw a dwarf face looking up at him from the hatch leading to the airship. No matter where he goes, there are enemies. Then, there is nothing more than fighting. This will not be his first choice, but it seems that he has no choice.

He showed his fangs and extended his paws. The horrified dwarf retracted into the cabin and closed the door behind him. Luck felt a sharp pain. He realized that his tail was stuck in a heavy hatch.

He decided that someone would pay for it.

Angelica groped through the dark cellar. The odor of the mouse is mixed with the smell she was familiar with when she was a child. But she was still very happy. This meant that many of her loved ones were still alive, more than she dared to think. They were locked in a cellar full of vodka barrels, and the hungry ratmen removed all their food from the cellar.

She wished she had a lantern. She hopes she has more weapons. She pushed these thoughts aside. It would be meaningless to hope for what she could not get. She will have to use what she has. She listened intently. Even through the dense thick soil, she can hear the sound of battle. She could hear the roar of the ogre, the screaming of the injured rat and something else.

Sounds like an explosion. What happened above? Was there a spell cast by the ratman wizard? She pushed open the door of the last cellar and met two cowering ratmen. They are obviously arranged here for a special purpose, and this purpose is obvious. One of them pointed at Eisenheim-Schneider's throat with a knife. Schneider was unconscious and his beautiful golden robe was ragged. Another ratman, a huge black-haired monster stood up to greet her.

"Get ready to die, stupid breeder," it whispered in common language, with a grungy tone in his voice.

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