Marcus somehow felt a sense of relief when he heard shouts not far away. He had long felt that something was missing in this battle of Valley City, and if the coalition army organized in the name of exterminating the nezumi had not fought against the nezumi in Salon, I am afraid that it would be a joke that would be used as a talking point by future generations. But rest assured, the battle in front of you still has to be dealt with, the king's hand casually grabbed a soldier in a hurry, and asked loudly, "Where is the rat man?"

"They're coming from the north, they're coming to the west, they're numerous, they're all black!" said the soldier, apprehension, recognizing who the man in front of him was. But soon, he suddenly found that the fear in his body seemed to be alleviated, because the fat man in front of him did not show the slightest negative emotion after hearing the enemy. This composure quickly infected him, regaining strength in his somewhat trembling calves.

"There's nothing to fear, soldier. We drove them here, and we're going to wipe them out here. On my orders, all assemble on the west wall to protect the sappers. Marcus let go of the soldier's shoulders as he nodded excitedly and began shouting orders from the Hand of the King to the others. And he himself, with his scepter in his right hand and his left hand on the hilt of his sword, strode to the west to meet the imaginary attack of the nezumi.

"My soldiers are still under the walls, and these bastards are really picky. "When the Hand of the King came to the nearest section of the wall to the nezumi, Andrea seemed to have been waiting here for a long time. The expression on the lion's face was very unhappy as he spoke, as if he was angry that his soldiers couldn't get more credit.

Marcus nodded in agreement, then looked at the other noble lords around him, "That's a shame, Duke Kroger, it's going to put them behind in the race." ”

"What race?" Andrea looked at Marcus with a puzzled expression. But in fact, he knew exactly what the latter would say.

"Of course it's a rodent extermination contest, am I right, my lords?" said the King's Hand, causing a burst of laughter. The nervousness of the lords calmed down a lot in his jokes. And the confidence that Marcus showed in his words also infected the nobles around him as he had infected the soldier before. They patted their breastplates and said they were going to kill the largest number of nezumen. But they completely forgot that these nezumi were originally inhabitants of this kingdom like them.

The flames on the torches swayed in the evening breeze, and the sound of thin footsteps began to sound on the distant city walls. It was the sound of the nezumi's footsteps, and the coalition warriors stopped laughing and looked at the wall in front of them vigilantly, waiting for the owner of the footsteps to attack. Soldiers with heavy cowhide shields stood at the forefront, forming the first line with their bodies, and behind them were their spear-wielding comrades, who dotted the shield walls with deadly spikes. Dozens of pairs of eyes peeked through the cracks, waiting for the monster to emerge from the darkness.

"Poof!" a black shadow fell from the outer wall of the city wall to the city wall, and in the light of the fire, the body looked like a man for three points and a rat for seven points. It has long slender hair, but sharp claws on its hands and feet, and a long snout that instinctively makes people feel uncomfortable, not to mention the disgusting whiskers around its pink nose. Nezumen, monsters twisted by the plague, glanced with green eyes at their former kind, hiding behind armor and shields. Then, after making a sound that seemed to be mocking and crying, he ignored them, jumped to the other side of the wall, and flew through the cracks in the wall into the darkness of the city.

What was going on? The soldiers who saw the nezumi looked at each other with confusion, wondering why the monster didn't scream and pounce. Even the nobles who were preparing to fight in a farther place had this problem. In the past, the rat people they dealt with were all eager to rush up and eat at the sight of people, and only run away when there was a huge gap in numbers. Now, why do these bloodthirsty and furious beasts behave so coldly?

"Something is wrong. Marcus frowned, he could hear the Nezumi footsteps getting denser and denser in the darkness, but none of the Nezumi rushed into the flames to attack the coalition forces. Is this a ruse? Are they playing tricks or are they preparing to attack in a roundabout way? The King's Hand's mind spun rapidly trying to explain the nezumen's anomalies.

Andrea, who was standing beside him, seemed to think of something, and suddenly dodged the javelins of the soldiers beside him and threw them into the darkness ahead. "Can't let them pass!" The Kroger soldiers haven't finished evacuating yet!"

The retinue loyal to the Raging Lion immediately responded to their duke's call, shouting loud slogans and began throwing javelins and arrows into the darkness. But in contrast, the troops were led by other nobles. Without the orders of the lord, they did not dare to attack on their own. Besides, there was no torch lighting ahead, and who knew if there were rat people waiting to ambush them in the dark, and no one was willing to take the risk.

But just because they don't move doesn't mean the rat people don't move. At the end of a round of projectiles, about thirty or so nezumi rushed into the range of the firelight, some of them with the arrows they had just shot. "They're coming! Hold on to your shield!" the soldiers in the front row pressed their bodies against the large shields in their hands, waiting for the expected impact.

But the impact did not come. While all the human soldiers were preparing to engage the nezumi, they stopped at the very edge of the firelight range, staring at them coldly with eyes glowing green in the dark. "Marcus Tellerell," a rather strange-sounding but still recognizable voice came from among the nezumen, "Commander-in-Chief of the Coalition, please stand up. ”

The audience was in an uproar, everyone was amazed at the fact that the nezumi could speak, and they also noticed that the nezumi knew who was leading the army, and they also demanded that he stand up. The eyes of the nobles and soldiers all glanced at Marcus, consciously or unconsciously, waiting for his reaction. The Hand of the King himself, on the other hand, was not so surprised, after all, he had known that there were intelligent individuals among the nezumi, so it was not so strange that they could speak and even know their names.

So in the eyes of everyone, either puzzled or admired, Marcus walked to the front of the defensive line. Behind him were two knights of the Knights of the Kingdom and Andrea the Raging Lion. "I'm Marcus, if you really know me. He said.

One of the nezumi tilted his head and looked at the King's Hand for a moment, then stepped out of his companion's protection. Marcus noticed that the one in front of him was undoubtedly special compared to the others, it was delicate in shape, but its hair had a healthy sheen. And the most striking thing is that this nezumi has no cloudy eyes at all, it is intelligent, just like humans. Marcus wasn't the only one who saw this, everyone understood that the nezumi who spoke just now was this one, but the question was, what was the purpose of calling Marcus out?

"You," the nezumi spoke again, his tone softer than before, even a little more feminine, "a lot fatter than three years ago." ”

The nezumi stunned everyone for a few seconds, they never expected this monster to say such a thing. What they didn't expect was that the Hand of the King would be able to derive its identity from this inexplicable sentence.

"You are, Gloria, Gloria, Saron, Count Saron's youngest daughter!"