They also don’t know why the slave of the Skulli clan came to this place, and why her master is not here. As far as they, the lowly ordinary clan rats, can neither offend Skulli nor offend them.

Pointy ears belong to the mage.

Soon, the witch entered those huge connected caves that could be used as factory buildings. The environment inside still contained all the rags left by a clan.

On top of these rags, there are already countless clan rats and slave rats standing on them.

They soon spotted the pointed-eared thing standing at the door!

"Pointy-eared things! Why are there pointy-eared things here!"

The clan rats were chirping and screaming.

The slave rats shrank back, as if they were ready to find an opportunity to escape at any time.

Hearing the commotion, dozens of tall black-furred rats, at least over 1.75 meters tall, quickly gathered over. Among these 1.5 meter clan rats, their tall stature was particularly obvious.

Through the observer, the witch could see that they were all covered in heavy armor, with strange-shaped decorations such as thigh bones and skulls hanging on them, and the weapons they used were also equipped with the so-called engineering

The Rune of Destruction spoken by Warlocks.

These are truly elite combat forces, at least for these mice, they must be elite combat forces. Apart from mages, this is the strongest mouse Orilon has ever seen.

It seems that this clan has never thought that they can take over this territory that does not originally belong to them without any hindrance.

"That one on her neck is the crest of the Skry clan."

A storm rat with a phalange necklace hanging around his neck chirped, speaking softly so that he could avoid his compatriots to prevent them from stabbing him in the back when they were not paying attention.

Another stormvermin returns.

"The Skryre clan?! There are actually slaves with pointy ears! Could it be that the Skryre clan is interested in this territory?"

Arguing and arguing, the rat people turned their attention to a storm rat who was not too tall.

This is their leader, who is also a storm rat. Surprisingly, he is not the strongest among all the storm rats.

"Skull can't do it either, kill her."

The leader issued the order, but no one carried it out.

"She is a mage, and she has a staff in her hand."

The Storm Rats under his command retorted that they were not blind and had already seen the purple-lighting staff.

The mage was not someone they should fight, and he was also a mage with pointy ears. Although they didn’t know how the Skry clan caught her as a slave, such a mage was definitely enough to bury their entire clan.

But the leader was extremely angry at such behavior. He chopped down a slave rat who was approaching and stood on his body.

He chirped loudly and seriously.

"We have five thousand rats, but we can't kill a pointy-eared thing? Don't be afraid of casualties. The Horned Rat told us to turn fear into hatred, so the underground empire can gain a foothold. The Horned Rat will protect us from killing this thing!

”

As he spoke, the rat-man leader drew out his sword, causing the storm rats to lower their heads and no longer look into his eyes.

Although I don’t know why the witch still didn’t take action, the Storm Rats still knew what to do at this time.

Not long after, a large number of skinny and scarred slave rats came in front of the storm rats with sharp knives that may have been rusty or not. Behind them, there were a large number of clansmen wearing shining armor.

Rat.

Turning fear into hatred, turning fear into hatred, the Skaven people chant in their hearts the motto that is the foundation of the Skaven Underground Empire.

Maybe the horned rat really showed up, or maybe there was no drop of the gland used to spray the scent of fear, but the rat people actually maintained their formation and were about to charge against the witch.

"Stupid."

The witch cannot understand the chattering rat language, but she can understand the behavior of the rat people.

Storm rats may indeed be harder to kill than other rat people due to divine blessing or training. This situation occurs in all races, but for mages, they are only slightly harder to kill.

The rat-man leader swung the waist knife forward, and a sharp scream resounded throughout the cave.

"Kill!"

Whether they are black, brown, brown, red, yellow, or any rats other than gray and white, they all converge into a torrent of rats, as if they are about to drown the witch in the next moment.

When the frenzy of the storm rats, clan rats, and slave rats seemed to drown the witch, his voice suddenly came from the drainage hole in the distance.

"You guys hold on, I'll call someone."

At the same time, beside the witch, the sticky magic power that could only be seen under second vision separated into a large group and spread out in front of the rat man's formation.

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