The leader of Scully's claws, Kritt, who issued the order, narrowed his scarlet eyes, his lips slightly raised, showing a sly and greedy smile.

As he said before, he was not afraid of these ordinary evil-relieving clan rats.

Instead, he smelled the opportunity to make meritorious contributions and thought that by using this to show, he could make the leader of Bairek's fangs, no, no, the great engineer warlock notice.

Then he can climb up and fight for a higher position.

As long as he blocks the enemy here, and waits for the main force of Scully to attack from the front to the rear to double-team, and annihilates the main force of the evil breath in one fell swoop, he will be the number one hero in this battle.

A corner of his ear was missing, and the brown fur that was licked by the slave rat before the war was exposed from the gaps in the steel armor. The clan rat had a smile brought by fantasy on his face.

Block these garbage, and wait until the great engineering warriors see my credit, status, female rat, and dimensional stone, all of them will be mine!

The claws held the steel spear tightly, and the spear tip dripped blood, and the knuckles were highlighted by force. The sweet fragrance of the dimensional stone penetrated into the nose, making his blood boil and his ambition swelled.

He raised his front paws, squeezed the thoracic glands, abdominal glands and lower abdominal glands, secreting combat pheromones that emitted rust-smelling.

The smell of battle is strong and pungent, intertwined with the fragrance of dimensional stone, penetrated into the nasal cavity of the surrounding clan rats, and stimulated their fighting fanaticism.

Crete stressed again,

"Stay calm, don't part!"

His voice was hoarse and rapid, echoing in the narrow passage.

The clan rat claw leaders of several claw groups around them reacted differently when they heard the sound.

Skreek, the leader of the claws on the left, was a tall and tall yellow-brown clan rat with his nose collapsed. He squinted his scarlet eyes, sneered, and whispered,

"This guy Crete wants to steal the credit again! I think Esky's Great Engineering Warlock hasn't counted the account that he took the lead in throwing spears before."

He reluctantly waved the steel spear and shouted at his subordinates,

"Rise the shield and stab it out!"

His tone was perfunctory, but he also secreted a faint fighting pheromone, and the smell of rust floated out, barely motivating his subordinates.

The sharp claw leader on the right is Vizz, a short and chunky dark brown clan rat, with a claw mark left when he fought for power in the past, and his eyes were scarlet and fierce.

He smelled Crete's combat pheromone, grinned and squeaked,

"Kill all these bad breaths!"

Wiz squeezed the glands hard, and the rust smell was strong, his tail was swung, and he stabbed the steel spear with his subordinates, making his movements crazy.

The sharp claw leader Gnitt, who was behind, was a rusty red clan rat with sparse hair. His tail was broken, as if he had no idea who had eaten it.

His eyes were sinister, and he shrank his neck after smelling the pheromone, and squeaked in a low voice.

"Just block it, don't rush forward..."

He only secreted a trace of combat pheromone, and was more about waiting and watching, holding his paws tightly, ready to retreat at any time.

Under the command of several sharp-clawed leaders, the Shikuri clan rats quickly adjusted their formation. The steel spike helmet leaned forward slightly, and the spike topped the helmet was ferocious, preparing for possible impact tactics of the opponent.

Using steel chest and abdominal armor to protect the key points, the clan rats squatted down slightly, and then used triangular wooden shields to protect most of the exposed bodies, blocking the most likely parts of the enemy's attack.

The steel spear was stuck on the spike holder on the side of the shield. The spear tip was flat and parallel to the ground. Only the enemy's eyes could see the shield surface painted with Scully's mark and the spear tips flashing with cold light.

The quadron of the Evil Clan opposite approached step by step, and the tip of the bronze spear was flashing with a golden nearly white cold light, emitting a faint metallic atmosphere.

The claw group square steps were heavy, and every step made the passage stone shaking slightly, and the squeaking sounds surged like a tide, with murderous aura.

The bronze spear of the Evil Clan was first stabbed, and the spear tip pointed directly into the gap in Skuri's shield, trying to break through the defense line.

But the Shikuri clan rats were prepared for a long time. The shield slightly adjusted the angle, and the bronze spear tip hit the steel edge, slid away, leaving only a shallow mark on the shield surface.

Scully's clan rats took advantage of the situation to fight back, and the steel spear stabbed out from the side of the shield. Wiz's claw group was the most fanatical, and the spear tip pierced into the chests of many evil rats.

Blood gushed, splashing onto their shields, flowing down the steel edge, making the marks of the Skuri clan even more blurred.

Crete swung his spear toward a square rat, and the steel spear penetrated through the gap between the leather jacket and stabbed Scarven's abdomen.

He waved it hard for a few times to break the fragile bones in the clan rat's body. He watched the red blood flow down and then he pulled it out hard and shouted at his subordinates.

"Go back, don't let them get close!"

The clan rats squeaked in unison, stabbed steel spears and shook their shields.

Screek's subordinates were slightly slower, while Gnit's subordinates were huddled in the back row, and the front row of the evil breathing square was forced to retreat several steps.

Crete was secretly happy, the fragrance of dimensional stone and the combat pheromone were intertwined, he continued to yell,

"Stay steady, the credit is ours!"

He squinted his eyes and sniffed the smell of rust in the air, fantasizing that he would stand in front of the great engineer warlock to receive the reward, perhaps a young female rat.

Of course it is impossible for exclusive female rats, but for rats with a male-female ratio of 1:100.

The mating rights of young female rats in a breeding pit are already a desperate temptation for him to have a claw head.

Screek glanced at Crete, squeaked,

"This guy is really good at stealing the limelight..."

But I had to admit that the front was stable and I was thinking about how to get a share of the pie.

Wiz grinned wildly, the smell of rust gushed from him, squeaking,

"These wastes are vulnerable!"

His spear swing became faster, and bright red blood splashed on his face, causing his combat pheromone to secrete faster and make him more excited.

Gnitt hurried behind, his eyes flashing, and he squeaked in a low voice,

"Just block it, let you grab the credit..."

However, the other personal soldiers around him were a little dissatisfied. If this continues, they don’t know whether they can get permission to enter the breeding pit.

But obviously, their claw group leader, holding the shield with his claws, was secretly proud of his caution.

Several leaders had their own thoughts, but the shield and spear formation was as solid as a rock, and the evil breath formation was difficult to break through for a while.

The bright red blood dyed the uneven stone slabs on the ground red, and the squeaking screams intertwined with the sound of metal collisions, and the battle continued.

Crete turned around and saw at least one claw regiment gathering at the door of the parliament hall and was about to attack at any time. As long as they held on for a while, Scurry's legion would join forces to encircle the Evil Clan.

However, just as the Scottish people became more and more confident in fighting, the situation suddenly changed a little.
Chapter completed!