"How far is it?"

Stone lifted the tan rat-man leading the way in front of him with one hand, covered his mouth and nose with the other, and leaned into his ear and whispered.

The smell of sourness and decay on the nezumi was comparable to that of Greenskin, and the stone that had cleaned up his men in the past few years could not stand it, but he had to put his mouth over to keep his voice under control and prevent the sound from traveling farther through the closed tunnel.

"Right away, right away, turn left in front, turn right again, go up a little further, turn right again, jump down again, turn left again, and you'll be there right away."

Golcos replied in a whisper, but what he said confused the stone even more, so he threw him down and continued to lead the way.

Through the strategic map, it can be seen that they are indeed heading in the direction of the nezumi lair, but although they can see the exact location of the lair, since leaving the abandoned dwarf tunnel and entering the nezumi burrow, they can't see the detailed map, so they can only follow the mole of Golco, and he can't play any tricks.

After making a plan that day, Stone easily won the allegiance of the slave rat through food and intimidation, which was ridiculously cheap, of course, but he believed that at least for the time being, Gousko would not dare to fool him, after all, his life was in his own hands.

And he knows that the nezumi have always been selfish creatures, they have no relatives and friends, the clan is just the simplest living unit for them, even between the nezumi of the same clan, there is no emotion at all, not to mention that for a hungry nezumi, as long as he can fill his stomach, he is absolutely willing to betray in exchange for food, and even more dangerous things are willing to do, not to mention that now he is just a small leading party.

It is precisely because of the existence of the rat traitor that the stone is not afraid of getting lost in the huge tunnel maze of the rat people, and dares to take all the green skins who have been waiting impatiently for a long time after receiving the signal, and go headlong into the dark and damp tunnel.

The entrance he had chosen was the place where the slave rats had first been found, and Golcoe had dug it from here, so he knew the way back.

It's just that at the beginning of the tunnel that has just been dug for a short time, the speed of progress is not fast, the reason is that this tunnel is too narrow, and those short buttresses are not comparable, although the height difference between the two is not too much, but the dwarf buttresses dig the tunnel, are to the spacious atmosphere, on the other hand, the rat man, the width and height are less than two meters, and the boys who follow the stone expedition have to go in a row of two, side by side, greatly slowing down the speed of movement.

Fortunately, as he got closer to the nezumi's lair, the passage became wider and wider, proving that Golcoe was not taking the wrong path.

After five days of walking in the dark tunnel, the strategic map finally showed that the stone had officially entered the territory of the Skaven rat people, and just yesterday, he also saw through the map that dozens of other green skins that were already close at hand had three heart symbols.

“！！！”

Three exclamation points! Steady!

This signal means that the green skin of the "steel rock" above has been killed with the rat people, which can be regarded as a real clarion call for battle, and for the stone, it is also the best result!

Although he couldn't tell how many people the rat people had sent up, he believed that no matter what, now was the time when the nest of these rat cubs was the emptiest, and it could be done! Must do!

Suppress the excitement in your heart, turn back and give orders, speed up! Destroy their home before the nezumi return!

In the darkness behind him, there were countless glowing red eyes, and they were like the brightest stars in the night sky, twinkling and twinkling, forming a spectacular crimson galaxy.

The owners of these eyes were moving forward as quietly as possible, and they couldn't tell that it was an army of more than two thousand green-skinned boys, and that there were quite a few of the most noisy and noisy farts in the middle.

In order to allow the troops to move quickly in silence, the stone is also painstaking, the orcs and goblins are easy to say, and they can't control their mouths to make sounds casually, the former is threatening, if they speak, they will be tied up when they reach the destination, and they can only watch others fight, and the latter knows the reason, telling them that there are many enemies, and once they are discovered, they will die immediately.

The most troublesome thing is the little fart, they are many and like to run around, the most prone to problems, the stone simply plugs all their mouths with a cloth, and then each orc carries two, and each Squigg jumper mount bundles one on it, just right.

This green-skinned army consisted of six hundred orcs as the main force, as well as five hundred goblin spearmen and one thousand five goblin tyrants, and at the back of the hall were the three hundred Squigg jumpers who had the most movement.

In front of the stones, there were two hundred sleek, sly-moving lurkers, who, in groups of five, roamed around the group, infiltrating every fork in the road to clear out the nezumi patrols or other scattered nezumi that might be encountered at any time, lest news of the march leak out.

It is the existence of these elusive goblins that they can sneak into the rat den so easily without being discovered by the other party.

Of course, this also has to do with the loose defenses of the nezumi, and along the way, the dastardly lurkers have killed hundreds of patrols, all of them slave rats like the walking dead, and judging from these dead rats, the other party is indeed extremely weak by hunger and has greatly reduced its combat effectiveness.

The smooth ride and the continuous good news gave the stone a lot of confidence, and the steps under his feet became lighter, but before he could take a few steps, he turned a big bend and found that the hole in front of him was emitting a faint light.

Stone had heard from Gousko that the end of the road he was leading was a large platform, just right for gathering people, but Stone didn't dare to relax, so he first asked the despicable lurkers to go out to explore the way, and after confirming that it was okay, he took the others out with him.

The slave rat wasn't lying, the outside was indeed a platform about the size of a football field, jutting out like a cliff, and below the platform, a cavern so large that it could be described as terrifying.

With the light source radiating from nowhere, what appeared in front of the stone was an underground cavern dozens or even hundreds of times larger than the Iron Forge, and the steep rock walls around it were filled with countless caves, large and small, which were for slave rats who were not qualified to own houses, and who could only curl up in these caves in small teams that worked on weekdays.

On the ground of the cave, there are densely packed houses of all kinds, most of which are very rudimentary and rough, looking like a huge slum.

The gap between the rich and the poor is everywhere, since there are slums, there must be rich areas, in addition to these countless dilapidated houses, there are also some obviously well-made, much taller and sturdy houses, according to Golsco, the two largest of which are the temple dedicated to the Great Horned Rat and the mansion of the clan chief Phoenix.

They were no doubt on the stone's blacklist right away, and they were the next place he had to visit.

More and more green-skinned boys poured out of the tunnel behind the stone, gradually standing on the platform, after they saw such a huge complex, they were also stupid at first, and then they reacted, it turned out that the scale of the rat man next to them was so terrifying.

But soon the surprise of these orc boys was replaced by excitement, they clenched the machete in their hands, and relieved the urge to try in their hearts through rapid breathing, and their bright red eyes began to bloom with infiltrating killing intent, without any mobilization, they couldn't hold back the desire to fight in their hearts, but they were afraid of being tied up by the head, so no one dared to speak, otherwise they would have patted their chest muscles and roared.

Even so, the nezumi were not blind, and the arrival of such an uninvited guest was finally discovered by the slave rats in the surrounding caves, who let out a frightened scream, but to the sound of the stone, it was so weak and helpless.

The sorrow of these weak people is quite beautiful.