Maurice and his party came to the octagonal altar and were deeply shocked by the magic of the ruins.

Even though the [Holy Blood] transformed from the World Runes had long since been sucked dry by the cunning rats, the sky above the altar was still shrouded in a thick and undissipating bloody aura.

There were a few crazy red-skinned demon rats who wanted to get close to everyone, but they were easily killed by everyone, as for those rats who completely lost their courage in fear, they fled into the rat holes that only they knew, and the rat people scattered in a hurry, and disappeared into the darkness, although in the depths, they led by General Dongdong will face other cruel enemies, but there is no way.

"Be careful not to spread out too much to avoid being attacked by the nezumen...... Hecht, you're still the same old rules. ”

In Lester's absence, Morris naturally took over the command, and the others were not convinced, and then scattered in all directions, and began to explore in groups of three or five.

"Purr ~ Purr ~ "

The snoring chipmat slept in the rune transformer, unaware of the impending humans, as if he didn't believe that the rat king, with the power of the Holy Stone, would fail.

In his opinion, as long as he sleeps and waits for the end of this war, he can continue to live a life of fishing, which is naturally extremely comfortable.

The Northles made a silent gesture to the others, popping out the short spikes on their wrists and groping towards the round gray metal.

Soon, four warriors surrounded the strange relic device that made a snoring sound.

Nodding to his companion, the North-Les pulled the lid of the mechanism, and in the afterglow of the torches, the white rat with the big head bared its teeth and slept soundly, and the three red hairs on its head hung down comically, looking harmless to humans and animals.

Stopping Alice, who wanted to shoot the white mouse to death, Nosles reached out and patted the white mouse in the face.

"Wonon Won......"

Turning over, the white mouse continued to sleep.

Looking at the simple black and white T-faced mouse, Alice also temporarily put away her killing intent and had the idea of exploring this unusual big mouse in depth.

Being able to sleep so hard in the battle for the survival of the race is either because he is really not afraid of death, or because he is confident that he has a reason not to die.

With the consent of Northles, Alice poked the white mouse in the stomach with the tail of the gun, causing the white mouse to scratch involuntarily, as if sensing that something was wrong, the mouse opened his blank eyes, and instantly widened with a frightened face.

"Squeak Squeak !!!"

Stretching his limbs and raising his hands high, the rat and mouse opened its mouth wide, looking at the four humans with malicious faces in horror, and the empty door was wide open,

Alice pressed the tip of her spear against the soft belly of the rat and looked indifferently at the alien creature that had raised its hand in surrender.

"Don't kill me! I'm a nezumi traitor! Don't kill me! I am willing to serve humanity! I know how to use these relic machines! Don't kill me! ”

The four of them looked at each other, and Alice put away her weapon.

"You also speak Noxian?"

The chipmunk chick nodded like a peck and raised his hands.

"I'm the smartest of the nezumi! The language is learned from the high priest, and the language of the high priest is learned from humans, and the human name is Gerald, and after the interrogation, the human was kept in the sacrificial chamber by the rat king, and he was never seen later, and it is estimated that he was eaten by the rat queen......"

"Come out, we won't kill you for a while, but you should know what you have to do."

Nosles smiled and took the chipmouse's hand and pulled it out.

In the rat's grateful eyes, the Nightblade Slayer popped out a short spike and pressed it against the rat's ear.

"Little one, please tell me the situation here, dare to tell a lie, and I will take a part of your body until you have nothing left,

Remember, I'll tell if you're lying or not, so don't try to test my patience. ”

……

Maurice resided outside the stone door deep in the altar, rubbing the four small holes in the closed stone door that were connected by rings, and couldn't help but recall the four crystal crowns on the head of the Rat King.

"That crown is the key to open the door, but I don't know what is behind the stone gate."

Just as he was about to turn his head to leave, the stone door suddenly opened, and a one-horned mouse with a ghostly head poked its head out with a bloody stain on the corner of its mouth, and made a brief eye contact with Morris sneakily.

For a moment, Morris had the illusion that the rat in front of him was actually a human being, because when he was still in the village of Knorr, he often saw such a man in and out of a widow's house.

"Wait, won't you? The Rat King defeated? ”

Recalling the horror of the two-horned rat king, Morris instinctively handed out the magic steel spear in his hand and pierced the neck of the one-horned mouse without hesitation.

"Ho ho ...... Ho ho ......"

Falling to the ground with a pop, Morris made up a few more shots in the heart and around his body, and after confirming that the one-horned mouse was dead, he jumped directly into the stone door.

In the stone room full of rat hair, there is a large bed made of mushroom wood, and there is only a beautiful white rat with a body size of five meters and just died on the bed, the rich smell of blood mixed with some peculiar smells lingers, and a long pipe made of gricholite copper extends from above, I don't know what it is for.

After a few glances and looking at the filth behind the mother mouse, Morris, who had figured everything out, completely pushed open the stone door, kicked the body of the one-horned mouse fiercely, and threw the body of the one-horned mouse out, and the man looked disdainful.

If he guessed correctly, the one-horned bastard should have touched the wife of another rat and killed the rat.

The big rat is so pitiful......

……

Exhausted, Margaret stood at the front with her sword in her hand, watching the nezumi retreat, and behind the woman were hundreds of wounded of varying severity, each with a deep exhaustion on their faces.

Even Margaret, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, is a little breathless in the face of the rich bloody breath that is enough to contain her breathing, and there are tens of thousands of nezumi who died nearby, but fortunately, the other two passages dug by the nezumi were blocked by the magician in time and expelled with magic, otherwise the three holes will attack at the same time, and I am afraid that there will be no more living people here.

At this moment, the retreat of the nezumi means that everyone has another chance to breathe and rest, and Margaret believes that those timid and crazy nezumi will soon return.

Fortunately, the nezumi don't seem to be fully equipped with qualified magic steel equipment, otherwise this battle will be even more difficult to fight.

"Cheer me up! Trust Lord Lester! We'll make it out alive! ”

Energizing her subordinates, Margaret took a few steps out, and after leaving the soldiers' sight, she leaned against the wall of flesh and blood, looking weak and depleted.

She believed in the man, as she believed in herself, that he would be his most faithful sword.

……

Picking up a dead Black Guard's clothes along the way, Lester, who was no longer naked, walked in the darkness and walked towards the unknown.

Unlike before, although there was no magic lighting in front of him at this moment, and there was no fire to dispel the darkness, the magic world was full of various elemental lines, outlining the elemental nature of the material world, allowing him to see the path and the direction clearly.

The body seems to open a door that has never been touched before, and Lester is immersed in the unknown world, feeling abundant energy and strength.

"Elena......

In the darkness, there was a faint sigh.

"Can you ever come back?"