The atmosphere was a little charming, and out of thin air it made the originally dead and decaying corridor a little warmer, Zhao Nian's face was slightly red, but Wei Ya didn't notice this at all.

"Around the corner is the gate, the gate has been violently destroyed, the ratmen are at the door, Lord Tyrion, we should go back," Wei Ya advised.

Wei Ya, who seems to be indifferent, is actually a little uneasy in her heart at the moment, Wei Ya is quite confident in her archery skills, but at this time, if she is really discovered by that group of rat people, even if she is herself, I am afraid that she will not be able to protect Lord Tyrion.

Zhao Nian nodded, and then deliberately lowered his pace and walked forward slowly, he also needed to see the terrain at the gate with his own eyes, and only in this way could he ensure that his tactics could be implemented 100%.

Cautiously walking around the corner, Zhao Nian took a deep breath and slowly poked his head out, and the scene that caught his eye made Zhao Nian's pupils shrink, and countless rat people were gathering together in a chaotic manner.

"Go" Zhao Nian just glanced at it and shrank back. The two of them walked quickly inward one after the other, Zhao Nian's chest was still rising and falling violently, and those rat men made Zhao Nian feel a great shock!

With dirty hair and a height of less than one meter, what shocked Zhao Nian the most was that the appearance of these rat people already had obvious humanoid characteristics!

Took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the shock because of the large amount of adrenaline secretion zhao nian s heart is still there

"Bang bang" beats fast.

"Lord Tyrion, are you alright?" Wei Ya turned to look at Zhao Nian, her emerald green eyes full of worry.

Zhao Nian smiled reluctantly and then said: "It's okay, I already have a general tactic, go back and discuss it, it should be no problem" Except for the heavy footsteps, the two of them didn't say anything all the way, and when they returned to the inside of the laboratory, Yakel and the others got up and faced Zhao Nian in unison.

"Lord Tyrion, we've finished repairing it!" Jakel's voice was low and cold.

"Okay, it just so happens that I already have a general tactic, and then I will explain to you, if there is something you don't understand or have flaws, remind me in time, we must reduce casualties as much as possible," Zhao Nian said.

Finding a dusty place casually, Zhao Nian had no scruples, and directly squatted down and began to paint, and within a moment, a topographic map of the entire laboratory appeared on the ground.

Without caring about his dirty hands, Zhao Nian stretched out his hand and drew a few more symbols on it, and then said: "Everyone, where we are now, it is roughly estimated that there are more than five hundred enemies outside, if only we want to fight with each other, I am afraid that we can only die" Zhao Nian stretched out his hand and pointed at another place and continued to say in a deep voice: "And this is the place where we will prepare for the next battle"

"I've seen it just now, in the entire laboratory, there is only here, that is, the corner of the L-shaped corridor leading to the gate is the narrowest" Zhao Nian pointed his finger here: "And we are here to attack those ratmen, Yakel, your spearmen are divided into two teams, a team of five is just right, Wei Ya, your people are in the rear to shoot continuously and continuously, so that the numerical advantage of these ratmen cannot be brought into play at all, and we can also eliminate them within the minimum casualties!" Zhao Nian's eyes flickered, at this moment, under the circumstances that Zhao Nian couldn't perceive, they were intertwined with each other, and maybe it wouldn't be long before the souls of the two people would be completely fused together.

"In the end, I hope to be able to see everyone present after this battle," Zhao Nian said slowly.

A very ugly smile appeared on Yaker's face that had always been unsmiling: "Lord Tyrion, you once told us that since you have chosen to go to the battlefield, then you must hand over your life to the World Tree, and the greatest honor of a warrior is to die on the battlefield, for the sake of Your Excellency Tyrion, for the re-prosperity of the Elven Empire, we are willing to hand over our lives" Yakel's eyes were feverish when he said this, and the other warriors present, including Wei Ya and others, also had a calm face.

Zhao Nian had five grains in his heart for a while, there was no doubt that Yakel and Wei Ya and others believed in themselves, and were even willing to hand over their lives to Zhao Nian, but the more Zhao Nian was like this, the more Zhao Nian could feel the weight on his shoulders, which was the weight of life.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I hope that in the future, I can still see you," Zhao Nian said word by word.

"By the orders of Lord Tyrion," Jakel and the others clapped their hands on their chests. …… In the silent and dimly lit corridors of the laboratory, heavy footsteps rang from far and near, and Jakel bore the brunt of the attack, flanked by four other High Elf spearmen, five of whom occupied the entire narrow hallway.

At the entrance of the laboratory, a beam of sunlight cuts the door of the laboratory from the exterior like a sharp sword.

"Whoosh!" The terrible sound of breaking the air came from far and near, and outside the gate that was violently broken, the nezumi at the front fell weakly, and sharp arrows pierced their heads and killed many people in succession.

In an instant, the already irritable nezumi team exploded in an instant, and the roars and screams of the nezumi were mixed together, and these nezumi roared and swarmed in.

For a while, the originally empty laboratory corridor was occupied by these rat men, and Zhao Nian, who was standing next to Wei Ya, only felt an indescribable stench coming to his face.

The faces of Yakel and the others at the front were expressionless, and when these nezumi rushed in front of Yakel and the others, the sharp three-edged spears stabbed out at the same time.

The sound of a scalp-tingling weapon piercing through the flesh echoed in my ears, and the smell of blood splattered on the metal walls yellowed by oxidation.

"Thorn!"

"Thorn!" Amidst the noisy and chaotic cries of countless nezumen, Jakel's voice was like a rock standing in the midst of a terrifying wave.

One rat after another nezumi corpses were piled up, and the originally dry ground was now covered with blood, slippery and disgusting to step on.

"Change!" Jakel said expressionlessly. Another team of High Elf spearmen behind him immediately took the place of their comrades in front, and in such a narrow passage, there were often only six or seven nezumi who could directly attack these spearmen, so that the numerical advantage of the nezumi could not be brought into play at all.

The battle continued, Wei Ya and the others' quivers were empty, and the rat men in front of them were also killed and wounded.

But what was beyond Zhao Nian's expectation finally happened, and the large number of casualties did not make this group of rat people feel any fear, but instead aroused the ferocity of these rat men