Martin had a hard time evaluating the Skaven race.

Sometimes, Martin even thinks that they are superior to humans because they have greater reproductive ability, vitality and environmental adaptability.

Three months after birth, the infant period is freed, and the adult can give birth to cubs at six months. In places with good environments and years, it is even more exaggerated, and even a three-month-old female rat-man can be found to be pregnant with a cub.

Although 99% of the rat people are these useless scum rats in front of them, the remaining one percent is a bit awesome.

"Squeak ......" is a small chirp, and if you don't listen carefully, it's a sound similar to the sound of the wind flowing through the tunnel.

But in Martin's vision, there is already a red warning arrow prompted by the system.

Martin's current skills have long been above most mortals. Following the direction of the system's warning, Martin turned around with a sideways step, and saw two dark green daggers stabbing at him.

"Oh?" said Martin, surprised.

A backstab of this level is not as good as Perry, but it is also quite good. If it weren't for him, but the other order camp contestants, it was estimated that this blow would have been enough to inflict heavy damage on him.

What's more, the system analyzed it almost instantly, and the two green daggers were quenched with paralyzing poison.

Looking at each other, Martin saw the madness in the nezumi assassin's eyes.

In this moment when time seemed to stand still, Martin could have imagined that if anyone was pounced by him, it would be followed by a series of violent stabs.

If you don't put a few dozen daggers in your heart or vest, it is estimated that this thing will not be willing to leave at all.

Since the other party has quenched the poison, there is no need for Martin to launch a 100% empty-handed white blade. While Martin didn't think that the paralyzing toxin would still seep through his skin after he caught the nezumi assassin's dagger, Martin instinctively didn't want to touch these filthy, disgusting nezumi.

With a slight toe flick, Martin picked up the clumsy stone-bladed spear in the hands of the dead mouse on the ground.

The assassin pounced too hard.

In pursuit of extreme speed, it has given up any change of direction.

It didn't even have time to resist when the ridiculous spear, which was the length of Martin's arm, and the head of the spear was sharpened stone, was aimed at its chest.

"Poof!" a dull sound rang out in the air.

The nezumi assassin was like a meat skewer that he had sent to his door, and he had pierced himself to the spear.

"This strength is no less than that of the participants in the original bloody competition!" Martin realized that just as the Order camp could mobilize elite soldiers to go to Midland, Chaos also laid a net waiting for them.

Casually storing the dying nezumi weapon into his [King's Disgust], Martin turned to look at the new system prompt.

"You have opened the achievement chain achievement [Nezumi Buster], and the current progress is 1/20 of the maggot level, 0/50 of the elite level, 0/3 of the boss level, and 0/1...... of the lord level."

The achievements of the nezumi are similar to those of goblins and orcs. It's probably what level of nezumi to kill. It's just that it's quantified now. It's just that Martin didn't understand the structure of the nezumen.

But slowly, Martin began to understand.

Martin soon spotted an order contestant.

This guy used to be a handsome middle-aged uncle, and Martin recognized him as a knight from the Imperial Nord.

However, now he was a corpse.

In the middle of the dark cave, there is a larger underground space. In this 10-meter-wide cave, he was like a whole roast pig roasted on a barbecue fork, and a sharp fork was pierced directly under the collarbone from a point above the shoulder blades behind the shoulder, and then the whole person with a fork was erected on the ground.

Next to his corpse were several tall ratmen in dark silver armor and red clothes. They are over two meters tall and have a physique comparable to the strongest of the Slingers.

Of course, what attracted Martin's attention the most was their standard armor. It wasn't just a random rat from a human, it was armor made specifically for this particular rat physique.

It is not the so-called iron armor that is rough and simple to work on iron like the orcs, but a fine product that has been polished by craftsmen and made according to a strict scale.

It seems a little different from a human blacksmith, but Martin has begun to re-examine the civilization of the Skaven.

Blacksmithing is a fairly rare profession, and out of a thousand human craftsmen, there are fewer than five blacksmiths who can independently craft a set of armor or a long sword.

Martin relied on the help of the dwarves of Sharp Axe Peak to gather the equipment of the 20,000 people in the province of Lorraine today. Relying on human craftsmen alone, even if Martin switches to assembly line mass production, it is far from enough.

Now I see a full set of standard armor on the nezumi elite, as long as I change it, I can use it as a family heirloom for my own knight apprentice.

This kind of industrial strength in building armor on a large scale must not be underestimated.

It was impossible for Martin to spare these nezumi elites.

Because, rat people eat human flesh.

Just as humans eat pigs, cows and sheep, these guys tore off the knight's arms directly like humans eat yusheng, tore through the thin armor with their hard and huge rods, bit off the knight's arm muscles one by one, and ate them raw.

Martin felt a tumbling stomach churn, and almost before he could react, he threw out a few more weapons in his hand.

The storage of [King's Disgust] should not be underestimated, although the sharp blade from the orcs is not beautiful, but the sharpness and hardness are carried.

Before the rat-man elite who was eating could react and pick up their weapons, several large, dirty heads were already flying into the sky.

The rainstorm of carnage had stopped in a second.

Ignoring the corpses that littered the ground, Martin stood in front of the dead human knight and covered his round eyes with his left hand.

"Rest in peace!"

As if he had seen the death of his enemy, and as if he had heard Martin's requiem words, the curve of his face, which had become hideous because of the extreme pain, seemed to soften, revealing a faint smile.

His soul was peaceful.

Without saying another word, Martin gently took the nameplate from the knight's neck, as well as the sword he had dropped to the ground.

Martin also took a few nezumi gear. With his palm lightly leaning over, several sets of ownerless armor disappeared into the air, entering Martin's loot sequence.

Underground passages, seven turns and eight turns, if it weren't for the system prompts, Martin would even be completely lost in this underground labyrinth.

But in the direction of the wind, Martin slowly found his way up.