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"Grunt", "Grunt", two more sounds rang out in Visrat's throat. Two mouthfuls of thick phlegm flew out of the mouth of the big fat rat one after another.

This time Catherine was prepared and turned sideways to get out of the way. Gold also hid aside. Thick phlegm fell to the ground, splashing a large group of small cats. The cats, wielding their knives and forks, oblivied on the gold, and rushed towards Catherine.

"Chirp-" The tall golden man stood up, his two front hooves stomped heavily on the ground. The ground shook violently, cracking a crack. The cracks are like the ice surface in early spring, "clicking" and spreading in all directions. Catherine's feet were empty, and she fell through the crack, followed by the cats and gold.

They tumbled down, keeping some distance in the air. The cats babbled, trying to pounce on Catherine, who was not far away. However, no matter how the hands and feet move, the distance between the two sides has not decreased. The female mage laughed and opened her mouth to spew out a ball of flames. The cats couldn't dodge, so they burned up with a bang and turned into charcoal.

"Chirp-" The golden back bulged out two translucent liquid soft bubbles, which were deformed and reshaped, growing into a pair of wings. The golden wings flipped in a circle in the air, flying over Catherine and catching her firmly.

"Let's go up. Catherine pointed overhead. Over their heads is a huge shadow, and a crack is slowly being closed. The golden wings flapped upward, squeezing in before the crack closed.

The wooden door of an old tavern in Guqiao Town was torn apart with a "clatter", and a man and a horse stumbled out of the tavern onto the street.

Catherine clung to her golden neck so that she didn't fall off her horse. Back to Drum Hopping Town. The frightened female mage finally breathed a sigh of relief. But as soon as she straightened up, the doors and windows of all the houses in Drumbeat Town opened at the same moment.

Countless kittens of cats swarmed out of the house. They jumped out of the windows and swarmed out of the doors, covering the streets and rooftops like a tidal wave, like white paper falling into the dye vat, leaving no blank space at all.

No, strictly speaking, there was a little bit of a void, a half-horse space surrounded by Catherine and the Golden Quilt. There are no cats here, just the "babbling" sounds around are endless. The drum and dance town is full of cute little cats who dance knives and forks. The sight sent a chill to Catherine's bones.

At the end of the street there is a white hill that is moving. It was the Overseer of the 100th Expeditionary Force, Wisrat, the Super Fat Rat. He was like an iceberg floating on the sea, and the waves of countless small cats under him were hugging and carrying forward.

Four white cats ride on the necks of four black cats and stand on Visrat's shoulders on either side. The "Waves" deliver the fat Rat Overseers to Catherine. A white cat said, "You escaped very quickly, but why did you come back and die?" ”

As the white cat's voice fell. The little cats around them "babbled" together. A few steps closer to Catherine. The golden kicked the horse's hooves irritably. But it didn't stop the cats from coming.

"How can they find this place if I don't come back?" said Catherine with an eerie smile.

As if in response to the words of the female mage, a house on the side of the street collapsed. The smoke and dust were everywhere, and I don't know how many little cats were buried alive. In the midst of the chaos, a tall figure stepped out of the smoke.

The Barbarian Lion Peak shook his head and shook off the dust. "The devil from the east, you brought us here. Lion Peak looked around, and finally stared at the fat giant rat, "You're Visrat, the Fat Rat Overseer. ”

"It's the Barbarian Overseers of the Third Expeditionary Force. Another white cat spoke, "I rarely see you brainless brutes on my turf. I'm very curious about what kind of combination it will be this time. ”

"Now that we've got two Overseers, where's the third?" asked the third white cat.

Catherine looked up, and a meteorite fell from the sky at a rapid pace. "Boom!" the meteorite fell in the middle of the street, smashing dozens of hapless little cats. More cats fled from the meteorite as if they had seen a natural predator.

The "meteorite" stood up from the ground, but in fact it was an obstacle that hugged his knees. The roadblocker opened his mouth, and the eyeballs inside rolled around, and his gaze finally settled on Wisrat.

"Overseer, the Pretender of the Second Expeditionary Force. The fourth white cat laughed, "I didn't expect the first, second, and third expeditionary forces to come together, the weakest combination of the three overseers in history." ”

The first white cat said, "This group seems to have never been to Drum Jump Town." ”

The second white cat said, "No, they are too weak, and they have never managed to reach the drum surface." ”

The third white cat said, "But this time it seems to have succeeded, and it seems that we can't eat them." ”

The fourth white cat said: "Then sit down and talk, after all, as a boss, you can't help but give your subordinates a chance." ”

The fat Visrat rolled his eyes, and his two stubby front paws stretched out to his stomach with great effort. He grabbed the fat on his stomach and pulled it up little by little. The fat that dragged to the ground like a skirt on the lower half of his body was slowly pulled up, and the little cats around scrambled to burrow into his belly.

There are so many little cats in Drum Hopping Town that a tidal wave pours into Visrat's body. Wisrat's body was also growing, growing from mountains to hills, and from hills to peaks. When all the kittens disappeared under the rat overseer's belly, in front of the three Catherines was a giant that had to be looked up to be seen.

The giant had the head of a mouse, and its otherwise white body was covered with tiny spots. He was half-squatting on the ground, his two hind legs were unusually thick, and the muscles on it were resolute and well-defined.

Wisrath stood up, his hind legs half-bent, and he seemed to be unable to stand up straight. Through the gap between his legs, he could be seen dragging a tail behind him, hanging on the ground.

The Rat Giant lowered his head, and the three Expeditionary Overseers in front of him were as small as claw fingers. "Follow me. He turned, and the rattail swept through, smashing the buildings in Drum Hopping Town to pieces along the way.

The golden ran with Catherine, passing through Wisrat's legs before the rattail swept away, and ran in front of him. The barbarians and roadblockers also had their own abilities, one rampage to break through the walls of the collapsed ruins of the house, and the other nimbly jumped to the roof and leaped forward from a high place.

Wisrat's drum-beating town took with a devastating force with every step, leaving nothing but ruins in his wake. But he didn't care about the destruction of the town, and just strode forward.

Catherine was right in front of him, riding the gold. (To be continued......)