Chapter 825 - Section 56 The High Priest of the White Haired Rat

Squeak –

In the dark and filthy nezumi dungeon, rats about the size of kittens lie on motionless corpses in their cells, biting and feasting on hideous rotten flesh.

Jerry opened his eyes suddenly, pinched the mouse lying on his chest, and stuffed it into his mouth.

After a terrifying chewing sound, a muffled swallowing sound sounded.

Two and a half more days, Jerry thought. Continue to pretend to be a dead corpse and wait for the next mouse.

The disappearance of the Bard had no effect on Jerry, except that the Rat was no longer talking to him.

Jerry was still interrogated by the jailer at a fixed frequency, and the wound had been torn again as soon as it healed into a scab, and the elite rat had already been tortured to death, but because it was a champion rat, it maintained a state that would not recover and would not die.

I don't know how long it has been...... The sound of footsteps broke the dead silence of the dungeon, but it was no longer as chaotic as ever.

What appeared outside the cell also turned into a group of ratmen dressed in black robes.

"I'm going to die?" Jerry asked them.

No rat responded. They opened the cell door and lifted Jerry equally ungently. This action gives Jerry a glimpse of the tribal emblem behind the black robe...... It didn't know it, but it was supposed to be a guard rat from some tribe of McKeen.

The jailer, who was dragged out of his cell and knelt down in the hall, did not dare to lift his head, confirmed his suspicions.

Jerry stared at the jailer who had tortured it these days, and sneered, "Hurry up and pray to the rat god, if I don't die, it's you who die......"

Leaving the dungeon, Jerry made his way up to the nest.

Compared to the unfinished new nest, this nest has become a complete body. The monstrous spikes of the obsidian palace hold up the glowal-green eyes of evil energy, overlooking the hive.

"Where are you taking me?"

Jerry spoke up, because he had been taken from the bottom of the dungeon to the obsidian level, and into the obsidian palace on the top of all the steps, the highest level of the nest.

The huge statue of the obsidian rat god stood on the high platform of the palace, with a silhouette standing at his feet, and the gray rat sacrifice stood on either side.

It saw Philos, like itself, towards the silhouette at the foot of the idol.

It was a not-so-strong silhouette, and the only thing that distinguished the rat was its white antlers, which were similar to those of the rat god.

High Priest!?

The moment he saw it, Jerry lowered his head.

"It's your turn, brown mouse, why are you the only two of you escaping?"

Jerry didn't inherit his sister's cleverness, but it knew when to tell the truth...... Partly the truth.

It relied on this trick to try to cook a few slave rats in the first place, so that they cooked their accomplices.

"That's interesting...... The priest said it saved you, you said you saved it......" a hoarse whisper echoed through the palace.

Philos raised her head with disdain for Jerry: "Don't believe it, what qualifications does a brown rat have to help me?" I'm keeping it just to explain it to you. ”

Jerry was indifferent, only strange...... I didn't say anything about Annan because I was afraid of injuring my sister, what ...... Philos didn't say it for?

"Your explanation is that you were wiped out by the human stuff and only escaped back to the two Stoon things?" A necessitated hiss sounded.

"Alright, don't scare the two little ones. We've robbed Stun's north, and it's no fun to make excuses to kill them. "What the High Priest said is very straightforward, but it is in line with the situation that the thirteen clans of the nezumi cooperate with each other and do not deal with each other." Get out of here, the next holy war has nothing to do with your Sturne clan. ”

"Thank you, High Priest......"

Philos saluted the High Priest and walked past Jerry without looking.

"Tsk, our Stoon champion was tortured like this......"

Jerry, who had turned around and walked away, heard the high priest's voice of emotion.

Covered in bruises, Jerry followed Philos into a house on the outskirts of the obsidian layer.

As soon as he stepped in, Jerry collapsed and was held up by Philos.

Jerry was about to speak when Philos' finger pressed against its mouth and silently pointed out.

"If I bring you, it is my duty to bring you back." Philos deliberately said to the nezumi who might be hiding outside, "But don't think you're okay...... When I get back, I'll pursue your actions. ”

Jerry stared at Philos, who was close at hand, and his breathing became heavier and heavier-

Smack-

The whip of evil power brought Jerry back to his senses.

Philos deliberately failed to recover Jerry's injuries and left the nest with him.

There were no rats on the road to stop them, and no rats to escort them...... Jerry suddenly figured something out.

The vanguard was deliberately given to humans, including them from the Sturne clan...... This is the Holy War of the McKenn Clan, and they will not allow Stone to interfere.

As he left the Rat's Nest, Jerry saw that the McKenn clan had sent the Ironthorn tribe as the vanguard, and rushed mightily to the mountains on the distant horizon.

The White Rat High Priest has arrived at the front line, and the McCain clan is about to attack?

Annan thing, I hope to see you again......

……

Fermi withdrew his gaze and landed on the bearded old man beside him.

The old man called himself Beryl. Unlike other refugees, he was a Master Swordsman and a Great Swordsman who was appreciated by many refugees.

The centurion brought him over, and the man made a startling statement that the main force of the nezumi had reached the north side of the mountain.

"How can I trust your words?"

"Boy, I've killed more nezumi than you've ever seen! When I saw the neat appearance of those cans, I knew that the rat priestess was definitely in the line! ”

Fermi didn't brag, but the adjutant on the side knocked on the plate armor: "See this drop of blood?" It kills hundreds of rats on our behalf! ”

"You mean the champion rat? We also came across. ”

Not only did I meet, but I also made a deal.

"I can go whenever I want, and the rat people can't catch me, so why lie to you!?" Beryl shouted: Is it worth sacrificing one's life for the sake of the nobles who spend all their time in the rear! ”

Fermi coldly grasped the firearm and warned:

"Shut up, Lord Annan is not such a person!"

……

Annan and Elimayas were close to each other and danced to the music on the dance floor.

Red wine, food, and the smell of girls' bodies linger around.

Annan found another advantage in Elimoas: he was not afraid of being trampled on.

Annan didn't know what was going on either, but it was hard for him to dance again without stepping on the girl's foot......

"How much has your strength increased?"

"It's just a short 'lunch break.'" "I haven't grown much. ”

Sleeping for a few years is normal for dragons.

Well, unless Elimoas can accidentally break into the emerald dragon's emerald dream like the protagonist dragon in , dream for a thousand years, or be chosen by the time dragon, the past day is equal to a year, otherwise Elimoas's ontological strength will hardly play a decisive role-

(End of chapter)