The messenger who was sent to persuade him to surrender was quickly thrown out by the lazy dragons.

Despite its large size and hideous appearance, the Lazy Dragon is a fairly gentle reptile by nature and does not like to devour food that is difficult to digest due to the violent struggle of mice.

They didn't even bother to beat the messenger or bite it twice, but just plucked out all the feathers that stuck to it, grabbed it by the neck and threw it out.

Perhaps in the eyes of the lazy dragons, this is a sign of good intentions.

Their brains are as barren as a wasteland, and they can't understand why the rats are their enemies.

In their savage and stupid logic, two creatures with different diets have no need to fight each other, and they can coexist peacefully with the well and the river as in the past.

However, it was too late.

This is the logic of the beast, not the logic of civilization.

The logic of the beast only survives, but in the logic of civilization, there are swords, blood, slaughter, and faith...... The ambition that has been watered.

The underground world is vast, and in the underground of Lingshan City alone, there are at least thousands of rat tribes, and the rat tribes of the Ivory Kingdom account for at most one percent of them, and the number of vassal tribes is at least dozens of times more than them.

Even in the Ivory Kingdom, nobles such as Cat Eaters and Golden Tails, who possess highly developed intelligence and can deeply understand and sincerely believe in the brilliance of the gods, account for only one percent.

If the national teacher wants to use one percent of the rat clan to control the overwhelming rat tide and realize its ambitions, then all the rats must be made to see the "wrath of the gods", how terrible it is, until those rats who have no brains at all, when they hear the roar of the gods, they will react instinctively, so frightened that their hearts contract, their hands and feet are paralyzed, and they obediently line up to die.

The national teacher needs to be powerful.

The Lazy Dragon Clan is the best target to sacrifice flags.

"The benevolent gods have given these evil lizards a chance."

Standing on the opposite side of the lazy dragon's lair, on a boulder like fangs, his expression was serious, and his voice was loud, like 10,000 golden horns blowing, "But they are indulged in the evil bewitchment of the snake demon and cannot extricate themselves, and they have to resist stubbornly, so let them see the wrath of the gods!" ”

The "artifact" from the arsenal of humanity was pushed up.

The leaders of dozens of the most powerful rat tribes in the vicinity also stepped forward to observe.

When horses of blood-stained silk were torn from the "rapid-fire cannons" and "train cannons", the leaders of the rat tribe didn't know what they were.

In the time that they had not been too long to open their wisdom, they had never encountered something so strange, not as sharp as a blade, but with a deeper and more dangerous light.

There were even a few bold tribal leaders who stuck out their tails and carefully poked through the holes in the heat dissipators.

At first, a light poke jumped away like an electric shock, but after finding that there was nothing unusual, he became more and more bold, and actually climbed on top of the "rapid-fire cannon" and "train cannon".

The national teacher looked at it coldly and did not stop it.

Just stretch out your claws and with special gestures, so that the special forces who puncture the eardrum and do not hear anything are ready.

Hundreds of cages, strong gray squirrels and black rats ran wildly again, and the "rat power" they output made the slides and gears of automatic rifles and shotguns move freely.

Dozens of rats crawled around the platforms and scaffolding, filling their ammunition and aiming for their ears, waving small elaborate buntings to relay information, muzzles and barrels gradually pointing in the same direction as the gears turned.

Until now, except for a handful of rats, no one knows what they're doing.

The tribal leaders watched the series of strange movements with curious faces, and regarded the preparation of the fire as some kind of ritual to please the gods.

Even the lazy dragon on the opposite side crawled out of the nest lazily, sticking out its tongue to clean the bulb-sized eyeballs, looking at them stupidly, not understanding why these rats who are babbling all day long can't sleep beautifully after eating their bellies like themselves?

"Kill!"

At this moment, the national teacher waved his claws heavily.

"Bang bang!"

The rat people's rapid-fire cannon, the human automatic rifle, suddenly let out a thunderous roar.

The automatic rifle shook and trembled rapidly on the unstable platform, and the rats that crawled on the scaffolding on both sides shook down.

Several tribal leaders were so frightened that they "squeaked" and screamed, like two kicks, and they wanted to rush to the sky at once.

There was also a hot bullet casing thrown out by the unlucky tribal leader, which burned its head, which was originally only a skin wound, but it seemed to be deeply kissed by a demon, holding its head, squeaking, and almost hit its head on the rock wall, and directly knocked out.

The deterrent power of the "artifact" is absolutely complete.

But lethality can only be described by the word "casual".

Because of the lack of grip strength to solve the stability problem, the ballistic spread is like a ghost drawing, although the rock walls around the lazy dragon's lair are splashed with rubble and sparks, but it does not shoot even a single lazy dragon.

The lazy dragons were still staring at each other in confusion, not understanding what the fire, the smoke, and the loud noise meant.

The national teacher was expressionless, waved his claws again, and motioned for the second "rapid-fire cannon" to join in the fire.

It didn't have any illusions about the hit rate of the rat clan, but it just used it to establish its authority and make the rat clan accustomed to the existence of the "artifact".

Finally, when a third automatic rifle joined the strafing procession, the bullets flying all over the cavern refracted and reflected, almost turning into ricocheting bullets and injuring their own people, they achieved their victory.

A surprisingly lazy dragon, unwilling to move half an inch even though the fire and gravel crisscrossed the surroundings, finally became the first victim of the bullet - its upper body was directly torn into a blur of flesh by a shattered bullet, and then turned into a rain of blood, and disappeared, leaving only the lower half of its body still clinging to the raised rock, unwilling to fall for a long time.

"Squeak!"

The rats do not know what the normal hit rate of an automatic rifle is.

All they knew was that the "artifact" unleashed an incomparably terrifying and destructive power, which proved that they were favored and blessed by the gods.

All the rats shouted hoarsely, praying to the gods in their own way, hoping that the gods would send down more power and completely raze the lazy dragon group on the opposite side.

The gods may not have heard their prayers.

But the shotgun heard.

It wasn't until the three or four lazy dragons inexplicably turned into a mass of meat sauce that the remaining lazy dragons finally linked the disappearance of their companions to the firelight, rubble, and loud noises that appeared around them.

This is a threat beyond their comprehension.

Coping methods are not engraved in their genes.

They could only shake their heads and tails, and hurriedly crawled towards the depths of the lair.

It's just that, with the cover of automatic rifle strafing, the shotgun has been carried by hundreds of strong slave soldiers, moving below the lazy dragon tribe.

"Boom!"

The firelight fanned out, and it was like a demon opening its bloody mouth, and the lazy dragon within the range of the whirlpool of destruction instantly turned into a mass of postmodern art-like flesh, even if the lazy dragon was lucky enough to escape, it was inevitable that half of its head or a limb would be cut off by shrapnel, and it had no meaning except for dying a few minutes late.

A shotgun fires much more in one shot than an automatic rifle.

The main thing is that this is a relatively backward weapon, and when fired, it will emit a strong fire, a huge roar, and a thick smoke of gunpowder - in the eyes of the rats, it is a sign of infinite power.

In particular, a few shotguns hit the crumbling rock wall that had already been strafed by automatic rifle bullets like a hornet's nest, triggering a chain reaction that caused the rock wall to collapse like an avalanche and kill countless lazy dragons.

This made the vast majority of rats both frightened and ecstatic.

They prostrate at the feet of the "artifact" or national teacher, pouting their tails high to express 100% submission.

Soon, about a third of the lazy dragons died tragically from the bullets made by humans.

The rest of the lazy dragons fled to the depths of the lair as fast as they could, and scrambled into the crevices of the rocks.

There are a hundred ways to destroy the Lazy Dragon's Lair.

But it decided to go with the most ferocious one.

Under the awe-inspiring gaze of thousands of rats, the flamethrower was lifted.