The dark and damp underground, the zigzag and tight underground tunnels are like the web laid by the giant spiders of Araknari in the jungle, staggering back and forth, forming a complex three-dimensional labyrinth.

With the sound of tick-tock, intermittent dripping water, a team of nezumi was patrolling one of the tunnels, and the two clan rats at the front were full of resentment, chatting with each other.

Their unique language and vocalizations may sound to outsiders the chirping of stinky rats in dark corners of the street, except that in the enclosed space, all the sounds are amplified and sound even more terrifying.

"Have you heard, how much food do we guards, the rat people guarding the tunnel, get?"

"How do I know, it won't be as miserable as it is now anyway, and I don't know what the patriarch and patriarch think, why should we be left to guard, isn't it enough to have these slaves!"

"It's better for everyone to rush up together, eat it all, eat everything, you see, I'm hungry again."

The two nezumi grumbled as they walked, their bodies significantly stronger and better equipped than their counterparts.

Behind them were thirteen slave rats with rusty blades, tattered spears, and wooden shields, all with dull eyes and numb expressions, and even their tails drooping listlessly on the ground, mechanically with weak steps, barely following behind.

Since the outbreak of the food crisis in the clan, the first to be cut in the food quota are these lowest-level rats, although they can only get enough food every day, but because of the large number, as long as they reduce the amount of food by one-third, they can save a lot of food for the clan.

This part of the food was first used to ensure that the clan rats had three meals a day, so that they would not be affected by hunger, and as for the high-ranking patriarchs and storm rats, they naturally had plenty of food to enjoy, and they did not look down on the rations of those filthy slaves.

Seeing that the grain in the warehouse is getting smaller and smaller, and the only crops have been consumed, just half a month ago, the patriarch Phoenix ordered that the food supply of all clan rats be reduced by half.

Unsurprisingly, this order caused great public outrage, and a small civil strife broke out, but the patriarch had been prepared for it, and with a thunderous force, he led the most elite storm rats to kill, killing hundreds of the most ferocious clan rats in a row, and extinguishing the small flames of the riot with their bright red blood.

But as all nezumi know, this is not a long-term solution.

Hundreds of burrowing teams of clan rat overseers and slave rat miners were sent to dig deep into the tunnels in search of new food sources, but all to no avail, and some idiots did not return at the required time, and they did not know what to expect, but they were afraid that they had starved to death on the way.

As the famine grew, some of the madly hungry slave rats began to kill themselves, filling their empty stomachs with the flesh and blood of their kind, which only reminded the others that soon, in addition to the slave rats, some clan rats also joined in and enjoyed a feast of rat meat.

Patriarch Phoenix did not stop all this, originally these slaves were a reserve of food for the clan, and now there is nothing to eat, and they don't eat who they eat.

In just ten days, the slave rats in the nest have dropped by thirty percent, and the clan is panicking, if all the slave rats are eaten, who will eat them next? It's better to rush up and fight those greenskins.

Just when Phoenixk was very entangled, the nezumi who had been in charge of monitoring the movement of the greenskin above his head sent back a good news, the greenskin on it was going out of the city, as if he was going out to fight, and most of the remaining greenskins were goblins and fart spirits with little combat effectiveness!

The news spread quickly throughout the clan like a rocket on a dimensional stone, and all the nezumi attributed it to the blessing of the god Bighorn Rat, chanting its thirteen names, while gathering in front of the patriarch's door.

Their idea is obvious, kill the ground and eat everything!

Of course, Phoenix, who has been anxious for a long time, will not let go of this good opportunity to fall from the sky, no one knows, in fact, the "Nexus Clan" has endured for hundreds of years, and has been dormant under the "Steel Rock", waiting for such an opportunity!

Since the clan established its lair here, every new patriarch has hoped that one day he can lead his men to turn the greenskin fortress above into ruins and take it for himself, but there has never been a suitable opportunity, either his own clan is too weak, or the greenskin tribe above is too strong.

They didn't dare to act rashly, because if they didn't capture the Iron Rock in one fell swoop, Greenskin would know that there was such a nezumi nest right under their noses, and they would definitely launch endless attacks until it was destroyed.

Now the opportunity has finally come, the previous famine was the test of the bighorn rat to the clan, and now the test has passed, although hunger will affect part of the combat effectiveness, but the other party's strength is weaker, their main force has gone out of the city, as long as they are killed by surprise, this town is in the bag of the "Kerr Clan"!

Soon, all the rat people of the clan were gathered, and a small number of clan rats and slave rats with the worst combat effectiveness were left to guard the nest, and everyone else left the nest in a swarm, through the tunnel that had been repaired a long time ago, and killed to the ground.

As for the rest of the clan rats, they were in a tragic situation, not only did they continue to starve, but they also had to patrol the cold tunnels with the slave rats until the others returned with food and news of victory.

This is the case with this pair of unlucky people in front of them, they have nowhere to vent their grievances, so they can only take advantage of the patrol to vent their dissatisfaction by constantly breaking their thoughts, but they don't know that they are just covering for others.

Just as the nezumi team was turning the corner, there were a few slight footsteps in the dark tunnel behind them, followed by a few slight muffled sounds, but they were all muffled by the complaints of the two nezumi, and no one noticed anything unusual.

In particular, the two clan rats that walked in the front did not hear any movement at all, and the slave rats behind them were like clockwork puppets, only knowing that they were numb to move forward, their brains were already occupied by hunger, and they could not think about other things, even if they heard a small sound, they would not waste their precious physical strength for it.

After turning three more corners and coming to a more complicated fork in the road, two clan rats who were a little dry stopped and identified the direction, and by the way, they took off the water bag on their waists and replenished a little water, and one of the clan rats turned around and was ready to beckon his men to continue walking.

"Let's go fast and leave my hometown."

Before he could finish his sentence, he looked back and saw not the familiar slave rats, but several black figures, swooping down on him with a cruel smile.

With their green skin and blood-red eyes, these were the last images the two clan rats saw before they lost consciousness.