In the Bloodstone Tribe, the artisan nezumi are working overtime, controlling the furnace to smelt ore with red eyes all day long, fusing the molten iron with the bloodstone into a crooked bloodstone sword, providing suitable weapons for the nezumi warriors.

Dozens of working rats were killed by the serious sacrificial guards, skinned and hung on the outer wall of the workshop, so that the rats understood that except for the furnace, nothing in the workshop could be moved, let alone destroyed.

Only the wisest one-horned priest of the rat clan has access to these strange things, and only the one-horned priest can figure out what these strange things are for.

"Squeak squeak!! (Speed up!!) ）”

The rat-man overseer screamed and made a noisy and piercing sound, which made the frowning chipmat a little dissatisfied, and the black and white 'Ding' face, the mustache shook and shaking, if it weren't for the three overly coquettish red hairs and red pupils on the top of the head, the other rats would have thought that this rat hadn't drunk the holy water at all.

'Urge, cerebral palsy supervisor, know urge, urge your mother! Don't know what capacity limits are? You think that the smelt liquid, like your brain, can be pulled out by eating something? ’

The chipmunk cursed the stupid overseer, but he did not dare to relax his work, and shook the red hair on his head, and the rat shoveled half a shovel of coal into the furnace to avoid being whipped.

Good rats and rats do not stand under the dangerous wall, and the evils that should be avoided must be avoided.

During the sanctification ceremony, as a cunning rat that dried up half a basin of holy water in one go, the chipmunk gained unparalleled wisdom, as if it had grown all the nutrients in the brain, and the chipmouse's head was much larger than the weak body.

Coupled with the fact that he didn't bare his body except for the three pinches of red hair on the top of his head, and grew red scales or something, this made him a big laughing stock among the tribe, the kind that laughed at dead rats.

In this world, how can there be a mouse with a head bigger than a body?

He wanted to laugh too, but when it happened to him, he couldn't laugh.

'His grandmother drops, the holy water of the dog's day, I drank so much, why did it all run into my head? I dye my hair only with a sharp hair, and the heavens must be jealous of my unsurpassed wisdom! ’

Cursing in his heart, the chipmunk gently accepted the cruel reality of being top-heavy and red-haired.

In order to avoid becoming the bait and toy of his fellow people, the chipmunk duly showed his wisdom in front of the sacrifices, and was assigned to a high-ranking workshop, becoming a tool rat to guard the furnace.

At least work here, you don't have to worry about being bullied, or suddenly become a redundant waste population, and be arranged by the sacrifice to join the cannon fodder general to send humans to death.

For the one-horned sacrifice of the death stream tactics, the chipmunk also understands a little bit of intention, but it is just to let humans relax their vigilance, divide their troops and launch an undulating attack, and annihilate the invaders at one time, but how can humans be so easy to deceive?

Even he can see that such a battle plan is full of flaws, but if a human has a little experience in fighting, he will not fall for such a plan, and steady and steady is the best way.

Although he understands these doors, the chipmunk would rather not understand himself and be a confused rat.

However, being too confused will lead to a humble life and a peaceful death, so you can't be too confused, the rat rat is a smart rat, you can't do stupid things, and you can't be too smart a rat man.

Just keep it honest like this, human beings will surrender when they come, shovel coal if they can't come, don't be happy with things, don't be sad about themselves, and if you have nothing to do, you can shovel two shovels in the furnace, easy and labor-saving, how good?

Anyway, you can't let yourself grow a big head for nothing, right?

"Squeak, squeak, squeak? Squeak squeak. (Do you hear about the chipmouse?) General Grinning is going to form the Storm Legion, and I really want to join it. ）”

Hearing a stupid voice behind him, the black-and-white chipmunk rolled his eyes at the furnace, but turned around with a smile on his face, and the word 'Ding' slowly extended, lifelike and extremely mocking.

"Just your anxious appearance of dry wood burning on the fire, I think it's almost ...... to join the firewood army and self-immolation."

"Squeak, squeak...... (Really?) The first time I heard about it, I actually wanted to go too, but unfortunately I can't do it with my body...... But can you try it? I think you're amazing! ）”

"Squeak squeak ~ squeak squeak! (Really?) I also think I can ~ Overseer! I'm going to join the Storm Legion! ）”

Seeing the overseer approaching this way, the chipmunk quickly turned around without recognizing, and very seriously shoveled half a shovel of coal into the furnace, and rubbed his chin to look at the firelight, looking thoughtful.

The Overseer withdrew a satisfied look from the earnest chipmouse, and then looked coldly at the tool rat in a daze.

"Squeak? (You say it again?) ）”

Looking at the tentacle whip in the overseer's hand, the rat panicked and cringed back to his feet.

"Squeak, squeak. (I mean, I love it here, I love you as an overseer...... ）”

"Smack! Syllable! ”

"Squeak!"

The sound of whipping and the shrill sound of rats made the chipmunk blossom in his heart,

He has never had any extra sympathy for fools who have no self-knowledge.

The only person who can communicate with him, who can make him respect, can only be another wise man, with an idiot, he will only talk in a way that deceives the idiot and makes the idiot happy, even if the idiot will be coaxed by himself many times after being happy, and then suffer a big loss.

But can't stand the idiot's own pleasure?

"Squeak! Squeak squeak! (Do your part!) Stop being whimsical, or I'll recommend you to the cannon fodder general! ）”

The short episode did not affect the hundreds of artisan rats working in the workshop, and one by one or emblems, or defective weapons were produced, loaded in mushroom wooden crates and shipped out of the workshop,

For the rat queen, all the rats in the workshop are just a day's production, as long as the rat king is still full of energy, and the rat queen is not short of food, such a rat group can give birth to a batch at any time, and the only thing that can restrict the rat population is food and time.

At the same time, in the deepest part of the Bloodstone Altar, the Rat King is working the rat queen, who is more than five meters tall, to create a new batch of offspring.

In the mouth of the huge and beautiful queen mouse, a slender bloodstone pipe is inserted, and blood and minced meat keep sliding down from the pipe, and finally swallowed by the queen rat into the abdomen, becoming the nutrition for the offspring.

Above the altar, the nezumi warriors made the captured underground creatures into suitable liquid food and sent them into the food pipe, laying the foundation stone for the rat people to reproduce and grow.

On the Bloodstone Altar, the Bloodstone Crown shimmered with a dark red glow, turning into the source of power for the Bloodstone Tribe, transforming into a huge power that did not belong to mortals.