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Last night's encounter made the team move three minutes faster.

There are some gnawing marks among the lush greenery, and the stones scattered on the ground seem to have been used as teething sticks, gnawed away by some kind of rodent.

Feces and urine are scattered all over the soil, which is a typical Skaven landscape.

As soon as Lin Qi got close to the sneaky residents, he was surrounded by a crowd of swarming rats, and a burst of birds started flying around.

The shrill wails echoed in the jungle, which was very abnormal. Normally, they would at least come to see Lin Qi, and then run away in fear of the ferocious minions.

Lynch only had time to kill the dozen or so Skaven that were lagging behind before they disappeared.

Lynch followed the scent and found the hole hidden under the bushes. He hesitated for a moment and did not choose to pursue it.

There is no end to the rat men, and chasing them down will delay your journey.

…

It, it's coming!

Glowing lizard, lizard thing!

Destruction! Destruction! It wants us to die! Die!

It's carrying, carrying elf stuff!

Quickly, go quickly and find Warlord Sfeko!

Underground, in the territory of the Rotten Hair Clan, clan rats are in chaos.

In a desperate situation, the ruling class of the clan gathered in front of the warlord, each with their own agenda.

Every Skaven is ready to move, hoping to take the opportunity to stumble the enemy, but is also afraid of being attacked by a group.

The strange silence was a precursor to an outbreak. The senior ratmen who once belonged to the One Tooth Clan were more frightened than other Skaven.

They survived that one-sided massacre and knew the horror of lizard things.

The fat giant rat Sfeko slowly walked out of the shadows. It was twice as big as an ordinary rat man and only one head shorter than a human.

The warlord looked and smelled like a stone statue, showing no sign of fear.

This sense of the inanimate frightens the Skaven, as they are unable to detect the changing moods of their leader, which spells danger.

Yes, yes, I know.

The warlord squinted his eyes cunningly. He knew that this would help maintain his rule. Only an unknown leader would make Skaven fearful. At the same time, he must show erudition and omniscience.

It is not a spellcaster, nor does it have intricate connections. As a storm rat, this is a necessary criterion for survival.

Who would believe it? The majestic and seemingly omnipotent Fat Giant Rat learned three days ago that the Scale of Destruction was moving north.

It was frightened to pee once, but it is much better now. After biochemical surgery, it can completely control the glands when it is prepared.

The warlord's dangerous voice sounded like he was whispering to himself, in front of a group of leaders with different thoughts.

Yes, yes, it comes, and with it comes destruction, destruction!

Let our friends, our friends, face it! Yes, yes, our demonic friends.

And I, we! Just watching from the ground, watching!

As we all know, forming an alliance with the Skaven is tantamount to turning an open enemy into a covert enemy.

The Warlord of Sfekor is not prepared to fulfill its pact with the Daemon of Tzeentch. It is not stupid, and is even unexpectedly smart.

This covenant is enough to become an allusion, because both parties to the contract are masters of calculation and deception.

The Rotten Hair Clan will huddle underground, and if the devil once again sends the clan enough food to fill their wagons, they will send out troops... and send out a small group of slave rats.

…

Lynch encountered a small group of slave rats. There were fewer and fewer of them on the way towards them, and they disappeared without a trace before engaging in battle.

Lynch glanced at the Archmage, who indicated that he had not cast a spell.

…

We've sent the troops! The troops!

Warlord Sfeko roared in protest across a field of frightened clan rats and a stone wall.

In the cave room opposite, in front of a group of clan rats, behind a curtain of human skin, and in a crystal mirror in a copper box, the old man with blue flames burning in his eyes hesitated to speak.

It is not blind, even though it is millions of kilometers away.

The old man smiled meaningfully, his fate had been determined, and it was not up to these mice!

There is no way to escape unscathed by accepting a gift from the devil.

…

The Rat Man launched a continuous offensive and retreated from Lynch.

More than a dozen waves of encirclement followed, but it was still the same group of slave rats.

Every time, they appear with great fanfare and then disappear in an instant.

After having expectations, the mage seized the opportunity and used magic to destroy this group of nameless rats.

The small disturbance did not affect everyone's progress. A pterosaur rider from the south brought the latest news.

The White Moon Legion, who was looking for the slate, discovered traces of the demon. After the demon escaped, the legion did not pursue it deeply.

The hot-blooded species are overflowing around Taraxlan, but the remaining legions in Moon City are temporarily unable to expel them and are only acting in conservative self-defense.

Chaos rifts appeared in the ruins of Taranxra, the sky city, and the snake god army was fighting fiercely with the invading demons.

Lord Wo Kerr ordered the hatching of Huangqi warriors, and the ruler of the Awakening City seemed to be taking action.

After reporting to Lin Qi, the pterosaur rider of Huangqi Gate retreated, and it was going to relocate the arcane dragon.

The sudden appearance of the Devil's Gate aroused Lynch's vigilance, and he planned to visit the Sky City along the way.

It just so happened that he brought a strong foreign aid.

The hot-blooded legion may not be reliable, but a powerful mage can be of infinite help to the cold-blooded legion.

While the Slann slumbers, the Skink Priests distrust the winds of magic and will minimize the chance of casting spells.

Elves are different.

Of course, only Tigris can make almost 100% mistakes without making any mistakes. If it were any other mage, Lynch would have to ask the supervising team to pay attention at all times.

The changing emotions on the battlefield are a test for the mage. When facing a large group of demons, the terrifying impact can even break the will of the elf mage.

After destroying the rat-man legion, the adventure team did not encounter any other enemies until dusk.

When night falls, it's another evil moon night.

The dark green evil light is a symbol of the great power of chaos. This special moon shows evil and is a medal for the enemies of civilization.

Although Lynch only slightly understood the phases of the moon, he could also tell that this night was very dangerous.

As expected, a group of strange-looking ogres approached the adventure team.

They were mixed men and women, extremely fat, and there was a faint stench of disease wafting from their bodies.

Intestines protruded from the rotting belly, eyes dripping with mucus, and ulcers and pustules covered the tall body.

The Archmage just whispered and let the flames rise from their bodies.

Lin Qi took advantage of the fact that he was not afraid of the epidemic and took advantage of it.

The ogre praised a certain name and exploded when Lynch approached.

The yellowing juice withered the splashed plants. Yellow smoke was rising from Lynch's body. The pus that fell into his eyes even burned through his hard eyelids and corroded his eyeballs.

But it's not a big problem. He doesn't just rely on visual observation. Now his intuition is very powerful.

I'm confused. The title numbers of Chapter 30 are wrong. It's not easy to rest.