When the cheese in the business district turned into a cloud of mist, the mage himself in the witch's house slowly woke up. He looked at the furnishings in the room and the door facing the bench he was sitting on, and after making sure that they were no different from what he had pretended to be asleep before, Cheese let out a sigh of relief. The conversation with the rain is not unsightly, but it is best not to let the third person know. After all, not everyone has the courage to deal with those indescribable beings.

"Are you awake?" Heather quickly noticed him as the mage approached the command room.

Nodding to the chief knightess, Cheese walked over to the sand table in the center of the room, on a map supported by magic, symbolizing the pawns of the Greylion Soldier and the Nezumi on the walls of the surrounding city of the city.

After a tentative assault during the day, the rat people had become accustomed to the strategy of the human soldiers guarding the city. Instead of rambling at random and aimless assaults on every wall, they have begun to gather forces to storm some of the weakest points that are difficult to defend. Fortunately, the royal capital is the foundation of the blue lion, and there was no absolute death hole when the city was built, and the soldiers who fell into fear because of the terrifying appearance of the rat man during the day also calmed down under the comfort of the commander and the baptism of blood. The battle seems to have become a stalemate again.

"How's it going?" said the mage, rubbing his temples as if he had just woken up from a short sleep.

"Not too optimistic. "As the leaders of the great families of the darkness, they may be masters of shadow knowledge, but even witches are unfamiliar with large-scale warfare. So the person who can say these four words is Roland.

The old magician, with a pipe in his mouth, sat on a bench that had been specially brought for him and looked at the sand table. This made him stand out in the room where everyone was standing, but the fact that the chair was brought in was not Roland's own request. Throughout the day, his ability to command and his grasp of the characteristics of each dark race made all the dark inhabitants of the royal capital happy and convinced of this human old man, this chair was not only to take care of the old man's body, but also the recognition of Roland's status by various leaders.

"How?" asked Cheese, frowning. Although the mage has undergone a complete and rigorous education, things such as marching are not part of the teachings of the Gray Tower. Therefore, just looking at the situation on the sand table, cheese cannot see the direction of the war.

"Judging from the current situation, the soldiers of the Grey Lion still have an advantage. Roland said as he spat out a few smoke rings from his mouth, causing lightning to jump up from his chair to catch the shaped white smoke, "But it's just nightfall, and although the human side can hold the fortified city, there is one problem they can't avoid anyway." ”

"Fatigue. It didn't take the old man to finish speaking, Cheese knew what he said was the trouble that the human side couldn't avoid. People can get tired, and an energetic soldier may be able to defeat two or three nezumi, but once his spirit relaxes, even one bad nezumi can kill him.

"That's right, I've noticed that the Glaslion commander has deliberately arranged two or three rounds of battle to give the soldiers on the walls a chance to rest. But this can only last until midnight. At midnight, the nezumi advantage will be revealed. The longer it drags on, the more unfavorable the battle will be for humanity. If the pressure from the nezumi forces all the soldiers to stand on the walls, then the city will not be far from being breached. Roland said. In the old man's life experience, although he had never personally commanded the army, he knew many commanders who were called famous generals, and he still knew military theories of this level.

"If that happens, Mr. Edward, we may need you to use the grave guards. Cheese said, turning his head to the ghoul king, who was standing in a dark corner. The latter nodded, not saying anything more.

"It's also worth noting," Roland said here after a pause, as if considering the next wording, "according to the information brought by the bats, as of sunset, there are still a large number of nezumi coming from all directions. ”

This is undoubtedly very bad news. Cheese understands that if more nezumen arrive here, the siege of the royal capital is still secondary, and the appearance of these nezumi means that more places in the Greylion have become a hotbed for nezumi. The plague is still expanding.

"There's a question I'm really interested in, and I hope you can answer it. While the mage was still thinking, the old man asked. Looking at the solemn expression on Roland's face, Cheese knew that the next question must be very important for the former to judge the situation.

"Would those rat people gather so spontaneously to attack the city?"

When the question was asked, the mage felt that a thread in his head had broken. Yes, these nezumi may choose to act on a small scale because of hunting, but such a large-scale behavior that does not yield profits for a long time completely violates the habits of the nezumi! And thinking of this, Cheese also thought of something more, a hint from the rain, if this plague is really to make mortals tired and have no time to pay attention to something, then this strange war is a key part of the other party's action.

"The nezumi we're seeing now are very different from the nezumi I saw for the first time in Salon. "They have learned to reproduce their inferior counterparts in a very short period of time, and they have also produced varying degrees of mutation for the sake of fighting." However, wisdom is definitely not something that can be obtained in a short period of time. Unless they still retain human memories after mutating, but ...... such nezumi."

Such nezumi do not actively attack human towns. Because in their hearts, humanity is still their fellow citizens. With this in mind, the mage thought of the nezumi in Vale, and the Gloria who remained there, the last legitimate heir to the Saron Realm.

"That's right. Roland put his pipe on the edge of the sand table and tapped it, "Since these nezumi are still irrational beasts, they are more susceptible to external influences, such as one or several special individuals with the ability to summon among those nezumi outside the city. Another example ......"

"There's something in this royal capital that attracts them. This time, it didn't take the mage to think that Lady Aemia had been able to keep up with the old man's train of thought, "And judging from the enemies that keep appearing in the city during the day, their purpose may be so that we don't have time to find the key to attracting the nezumen!"

Cheese's eyes narrowed as he instantly thought of a place he had neglected during the day. Now, the mage felt the need to go again.