East of the river bank, the knights were still clearing away the rats escaping from the valley, and Lant's voice came from the sky.
"Ignore the scattered rats for now, go to the rat camp quickly, the tiger is surrounded!"
There are already 4 intermediate black scale horses in the knights. The addition of fire doubled the strength of the entire horse group. The wall of fire in front of the knights turned into a flame tornado as the whirlwind exploded around them. The knights were the center of the tornado. , everything in its path was completely burned.
The rats that were originally crowding across the river to the west of the Knights were ignited by the fire, and their screams went straight into the sky. Even the river water several meters deep was burned dry in a short time, making it easier for the Knights to pass.
From the river bank to the ratman's largest tent, there was only a few hundred meters of road. However, deeper into the camp, the momentum of the flames became weaker and weaker, and the knights could not even use the wind blade.
The life magic emitted by hundreds of intermediate rats suppressed the fire and wind magic elements. Lant could only guide the knights to change their formation and clean up along the periphery of the rat group.
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Ratman Pinkpaw felt the temperature on the ground. She loosened her little paws that were holding her head, and saw the burning sky and thick black smoke in her eyes.
Just a few minutes ago, the huge tiger breathed out. Dozens of rat warriors around him were instantly knocked away by pillars of fire. Pinkpaw's fellow squirrels fled one after another. The casualties caused by trampling on each other during the collapse were much higher than those caused by the release of the magic pattern tiger. of magic.
As one of the few demon rat attendants, Pinkpaw did not run away, but lay on the ground with her head in her arms, waiting for her fate to be judged. However, when the shock of her tribe's escape gradually subsided, she could still feel her intense heartbeat. Still surviving proof.
The pink-clawed thief looked around with a stern look. There were more than a dozen of his kind who also chose to lie down on the spot, and they also survived. From the corner of his eye, he could even see a large area of intermediate-level demon rats, still as they were when they confronted the tiger just now. , lying on the ground shaking.
"The big tiger is gone?" A trace of speculation appeared in the rat man's mind, but when he turned his head, he could see a bronze statue-like tiger lying in the middle of the rats, taking a nap.
Seeing that the tiger's face was relaxed and her breathing was calm, it was more like she was being taken care of by a group of mice than she was in a dangerous enemy camp.
Since the tiger had no time to talk to him, the rat-man was ready to move and escape from the sea of fire. However, after taking a few steps, Pinkpaw found that his tail was being held down. After a closer look, he realized that it was all the surviving rat-men. , the tail was pressed under the tail of the magic pattern tiger.
"Just leaving like that? Isn't it appropriate?" Tiger's lazy voice made Pinkpaw shudder.
"Sir, please forgive me! I'm just an ordinary rat man, following the tribe." Pink Claw's sharp, trembling voice was even covered by the sound of sparks on the ground.
"Do you know how to feed these mice?" The tiger ignored the rat man's begging for mercy and continued to ask, "Or are you just here to feed them?"
After hearing Tiger's words, Pinkpaw felt a glimmer of hope and quickly expressed his opinion, "Sir, I serve the devil rats for their food and daily life. I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life!"
"I have someone to take care of me." The tiger rolled on the ground. "You should just feed these big mice."
The magic-patterned tiger stretched out its big paws and pulled over an intermediate-level magic rat that was slightly smaller than her. She looked at it with a smile, "You all should take good care of such a delicious intermediate-level magic beast. If you run out of meat to feed them, you will have to feed them yourselves."
A gust of wind hit, and Lant rode down from the sky riding on fire. Lant's armor was almost blackened by the thick smoke, which was smoked from the lives of tens of thousands of rat people and rats.
The arrival of Lant made the rats even more trembling. If the tiger's suppression of them was based on strength and blood, then the arrival of Lant was like a big mountain falling on their heads.
"Lant, why are you here?" Magic Pattern Tiger quickly came up to him, "Look at the mouse I caught!"
"What do you mean?" Lant didn't understand. He pointed at the large row of mice the size of minibuses. "If you don't kill them, why don't you keep them for the New Year?"
"Of course I have to keep them! I want to raise some," Tiger glanced at the rat people beside him, "Haven't the breeders already been found?"
The point of view of the magic pattern tiger is very simple. The reason why this rat tribe has so many intermediate rats is because their high-level magic rats have left all their body parts for the magic pattern of life. In other words, the so-called high-level magic beast, except Giving birth does nothing. So much so that among the hundreds of intermediate magic rats under his command, dozens of them took the path of pure life.
"So you want to raise these as a source of intermediate-level monsters in the territory?" Rant probably understood what Tiger was thinking.
"Of course, they reproduce quickly, grow quickly, and upgrade faster. The meat of a primary tiger is enough to supply several intermediate magic rats!"
Rant understood what the tiger meant. Magic can quickly gather and precipitate in the bodies of mice. Therefore, the mice break through quickly, and they are all breeding types of life magic patterns. They have no resistance, and are indeed a good source of Warcraft meat.
"But it should be more troublesome to raise them. At least the floors and walls of the breeding farm are made of very selective materials. Without the magic furnace to be repaired at any time, it may not be able to withstand their construction." Lant nodded, agreeing to the plan.
"Hey, what's the point? Aren't you familiar with those neutral city-states? Can't you just find some orcs from the Cat God to watch?" The magic pattern tiger's eyes rolled around and he spoke very lightly.
"Hey, my little tiger also wants to find a believer?" Lant exposed her thoughts, but he was still on the battlefield and couldn't let go of the cat, so he could only pat the tiger on the head.
After the knights cleared the surrounding hillsides and bypassed the group of big rats, Petraeu ran over and reported to Lant: "Sir, the biggest rat ran too fast, and we really can't catch up!"
The high-level Rat King, who was carried by a group of intermediate rats, was like a hill. However, wherever she was, the rats and rat people would resist desperately. The knights tried to pursue, but failed, and could only clear the hillside as much as possible.
"It's okay," Magic Pattern Tiger was the first to speak, "We can't be the only ones doing the work. Tuotapala has to have something to do."
Looking at his big cat, Lant was a little surprised. Before, the magic pattern tiger was in awe of the frost wolf, but tonight's battle obviously gave her great confidence.
Petreu looked at Lant without saying anything and continued to report: "The orcs from several surrounding tribes have also started to take action, but they seem to be attacking the fleeing magic rats?"
"Well, don't worry about them. I will send someone to tell them later. I will give 30% of the intermediate rats they catch!" Rant waved his hand. He originally thought that the orc tribe who came with the rats was accompanying them. We fought together.
However, in fact, these tribes are just pickpockets. If their knights are defeated miserably, they will not hesitate to attack the pass. Also now that the rat people were defeated, they began to capture the magic rats.
(End of chapter)
