To the north of the Grey Lion King's capital, a huge number of nezumi gathered here, pushing and fighting each other, and even those who were extremely hungry would bite down on their thinner and weaker kindred. The rat men waited for their besieging companions to die or make it to the massive city in front of them, so that they could have a chance to climb the white stone wall and drink the warm blood of humans.

But while the rats are craving a feast of human flesh, is there something that is spying on them in the dark?

"Boom!" a loud bang came from the rear of the group, spreading in the night wind. Dust and minced flesh fell from the sky, drawing the nezumi who hadn't yet realized what was happening to turn their heads and see something they had never seen before. The moonlight, shining down from the distant woods, reflected those great shadows. Huge as the giant rat people, comparable to the huge black shadows of a two-story spire house, they looked condescendingly at the rats at their feet.

These giants who suddenly appeared behind them didn't have the slightest biological reaction, they didn't breathe, and they didn't need a heartbeat. The soil stained with the smell of death makes up their bodies, the mud that wraps the bones is their bloodstream, and they are covered with tombstones of various periods, mutilated and intact, which is a testament to their time as graves. And now, under the careful cultivation of the ghouls of the Edward family, these lands for the dead to rest have risen up to protect the peace of the dead, and their names are the Tomb Guards.

The massive grave giants swung their gnarish, massive limbs like brooms that swept away dust, sending large numbers of nezumi into the sky. And those who were lucky, far away from the graveyard guards, had no time to rejoice, and were trampled under the feet of their fellow people who had fled from these giants in a frenzy.

"Do you really think now is a good time to dispatch them?" In the woods behind the nezumi, on a towering birch tree, the patriarch of the Edward family and the leader of the ghouls, stood alone on the highest branch and watched the graveyard guards wreak havoc among the rats. And the person who spoke was a white-clothed resentful spirit floating beside him.

"This is what Lady Aimia meant, and it is also the command of the gray robe. What's more, if these rats really attack the royal capital, it won't do us any good, will it?" the ghoul king raised his eyebrows, and answered his old friend's question indifferently. But having said that, these tomb guards are the foundation of the Edward family's foothold in the Glaslion, and it can be said that they are the combat power at the bottom of the box, and this time in order to reduce the pressure on the human battlefield, they actually went out to make a fuss.

"Do you really think so? The Grey-robed Lord could have known about the Edwards' possession of the Tomb Guards from the beginning, and had asked you to use them by name if necessary. The resentful spirit said suspiciously.

"What do you mean?" the Ghoul King asked, the expression on his face not pretty.

"Hehe, what do I mean? Actually, you can think of it. The white-robed old man flew in front of the other party and looked at him with a sneer, "Judging from the current situation, we really need to unite to fight these rats. But don't forget, this plague will eventually pass, and at that time, the royal capital and even the entire blue lion will be changed because of this plague. Lady Greene is a benevolent and respectable leader, and she never interferes with us too much, but Lady Aemia, and the gray robe beside her, is hard to say. ”

"You're saying they're going to be bad for us after the plague is over?"

The Wraith pursed his lips, his translucent body looked very strange in the moonlight, but Patriarch Edward would not be surprised that similar scenes had been seen for many years.

"If only it were bad, my old fellow. Think of it, a kingdom where humanity is extremely weak! For those of us who hide in the shadows, the blue lion was the most delicious piece of fat at that time, wasn't it? The Dementors and the elves had already taken a clear stand, and they were willing to be under the protection of the Grey Robes, and then the wizard would only need to clear us and other fearless opponents, and he would be able to take the darkness of the kingdom to himself! Even ruling in the shadows was not impossible. ”

"Ridiculous, not to mention that the man named Cheese has no interest in power at all, and even if he really intends to become the shadow king of the blue lion, we should just submit to him like everyone else? The Ghoul King said.

"yes, you're right. The wraith slowly rose a little, and looked down at his old friend, "Do you also know that apart from witches and wizards, the Edward family is the strongest dark family of the blue lion? Think, my friend, you, rule the most powerful ghoul family in all of them. Why, I mean, can't it be you who informs the shadows of this kingdom?"

When the white-robed old man's words fell, a dull bell rang out from the grave guards. It was the sound of the death knell, and the signal for the ghoul family's general attack. The ghouls of the Edward family fell from the trees, and the two-meter-high drop was effortless for these inhuman creatures. They ran past the patriarch's feet and rushed to the rift torn by the grave guards, ready to let the rats know which race the darkness belonged to.

The ghouls who burst in were caught off guard by killing the nezumi by surprise, and the poor nezumi were still struggling to escape from the graveyard guards' attacks, and they had no idea how fast they could deal with the ghouls. The warriors of the Edward family, relying on the guardians of the grave behind them, reaped the lives of the lone ratmen, tearing apart the throats of the ratmen and moistening their parched skin with fresh flesh.

Although these ghouls have a great respect for death as Soul Keepers, they do not appear weaker than their brainless counterparts on the battlefield. They wielded shovels with sharp edges and nails as long as their forearms, which were originally used to bury the dead, but now became the weapons of the mourners. Contrary to the cacophony of the nezumi, these ragged cloaked ghouls fight quietly like ghosts.

Watching his people plunge deep into the nezumi like a cluster of black arrows, the ghoul king's eyes gradually became complicated. Does that mean that his people don't have to go hungry anymore? does it mean that he can teach short-sighted humans to respect death?

The resentful spirit floated behind Patriarch Edward, looking at the other party's thinking back, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even colder.