Whispering Square, Whispering Alley.

Standing in front of the door of the Whispering Alley, Bright Moon Rabbit had just completed an important deal with the halfling old woman Elodis Stareye, which not only deepened her understanding of the complex power structure of the Whispering Plaza, but also revealed the key clues about the [Emetic Urger] and the ritual of entering the Whispering Alley.

During the transaction, she learned about the eight major forces entrenched in the area of the Magic Fountain, as well as the gods, secret cults, and families they relied on.

These forces are an integral part of the Whisper Square, and their presence maintains the apparent order and prosperity of the area.

And in addition to these yang forces, there is also a darker side hidden in the Secret Whisper Square.

Located in the square, the whispering alley is the core stronghold of most cults.

Here, far away from the bustle and glamour of the square, it has become a place for some extremely dangerous activities, cult rituals, life sacrifices, secret medicine trading and other activities.

The Whispering Alley is like the shadow of the Whisper Square, collecting all the secrets and taboos that no one knows.

At this moment, the Bright Moon Rabbit held a peculiar candle, made of a rare blend of Shadow Grass and Noctilucent Algae, which burned instead of illuminating but devouring the surrounding light.

It was this reflective flame that made the Whispering Alley's Guardians willing to let her group pass through, and this particular candle symbolized that they were not ordinary intruders, but visitors with privileges to enter this secret space.

As she walked deeper down the alley, the lights around her seemed to be sucked away by the candle, paving a path of shadows for her.

The Bright Moon Rabbit's steps were firm and cautious, and each step stepped on the stone slabs that were faintly visible in the alley.

Her eyes scanned around for the old woman's intrigue - an ancient wooden door carved with a monster of the depths, which was said to be the source of all the secret potion merchants in Hell's Kitchen.

At the same time, her teammates also quietly entered the whispering alley, and they divided into small groups to find clues.

These trained commandos all carry the same Shadow Candles, allowing them to feel at home in the shadows of the alley.

Their goal is clear - to find the two members of the vomiting promoters who are selling banned drugs.

The lanes are narrow and winding, lined with high stone walls that crawl with moss, and from time to time a few wisps of rotten smell waft in.

The dim light peeked through the sparse lanterns, only illuminating the path beneath our feet.

Along the way, you'll find stalls and hidden storefronts, hidden in dark corners or adorned with eerie charms and totems, each revealing a secret motive.

The Bright Moon Rabbit clutched a tube of the Cryptoluminous Agent in her hand, its liquid glowing faintly blue in the dim light. Her gaze was as sharp as a cheetah, and she scanned every corner of the whispering alley vigilantly.

In this narrow and secret alley, the Bright Moon Rabbit finally discovers his goal, an ancient and mysterious wooden door carved with lifelike deep-sea monsters that seem to leap out of the wooden door at any moment and devour everything.

Taking a deep breath, the Bright Moon Rabbit cautiously pushed open the door and stepped into this unknown territory.

Squeak Squeak –

Behind the door, there is a space full of strange atmosphere, with all kinds of strange utensils and medicine bottles placed everywhere, exuding an inexplicable light.

However, what really shocked her was the busy figures.

The creatures, which had the form of a human but had the head and claws of a rat, were busy and orderly as they moved through the room, holding all sorts of strange objects in their hands.

【Ding——】

[Dangerous race detected, Skaven Rzumen!! 】

[Unknown Clan: 3000+]

[Adam's Reminder: The difference between the combat power of the enemy and us is large, please do not fire with the other party, please wait for the firepower to be sufficient, and then do the way of justice! ] 】

A rare and spectacular gathering of more than 3,000 Skaven rat men flickered in the dim light to create a breathtaking image.

These small, but unusually agile creatures, generally between 2 and 4 feet tall, have gray or dark brown fur that appears darker in the dim light, and their eyes glint with an ominous glow, like ghostly fires in the middle of the night.

Their equipment is a patchwork of worn-out fabrics, stolen armor, and exotic ornaments, and while they may look disorganized, they contain power that should not be underestimated.

The unknown Skaven clan wields a wide variety of weapons, from rusty daggers to bizarre mechanical devices.

There was a suffocating smell in the suffocating air, a mixture of damp musty, the pungent smell of chemicals, and the unique body odor emanating from Skaven's body, creating a dense fog that could almost materialize.

For the Skaven, this is both a sign of their survival and an oath to the territory.

When outsiders step into this secret space, they immediately become the center of attention of all Skaven.

Thousands of ghostly eyes surrounded the coming, and a third of the dose of the subliminal state of awareness could not fully function under the gaze of so many eyes.

As soon as the Moonlight stepped into the hermetically sealed and gloomy source of goods, she immediately became the focus of the gaze of thousands of Skaven Ratmen.

The countless pairs of glittering eyes locked tightly on her body, making her involuntarily feel her scalp tingle, and an unknown sense of fear and tension spread in her heart.

Adam's warning voice woke her from her momentary stiffness, and she immediately adjusted her mind while preparing to run away with a full dose of occlusion.

As the moon rabbit stepped into the source of goods wrapped in secrets and shadows, the tense atmosphere instantly froze.

All around, the dense Skaven warriors clutched their weapons—bows, firearms, wolf guns, and poison-filled throwing gears—their eyes fixed on the woman who made them feel distant.

This strange being that intruded into their territory, with an aura that did not belong to this world, unnerved the rats of Skaven.

In the midst of this confrontation, the Bright Moon Rabbit holds the Concealment in her left hand and her Star Breath Handcuff in her right hand, a weapon of magical power that shimmers in the dim light.

Faced with 3000+ Skaven ratmen, she knew that even a regular elite squad of ten second-stage thaumaturgists would be difficult to cope with such a force.

In the face of such overwhelming forces, she was deeply jealous.

And......

The Bright Moon Rabbit's gaze gradually focused on the Leader of the Skaven who stood out from the rest.

Standing in front of the swarm, he was noticeably taller than the average Skaven, reaching 4 feet.

His dark black fur was strewn with dark red spots, and his green eyes shimmered with a cunning and ferocious light, as if he could read into the enemy's every thought.

His front teeth protrude slightly, adding a hint of hoarseness to his words, making them even more terrifying.

The special black metal light armor worn by the leader of the Skaven shone in the dim environment, and the staff in his hand was inlaid with strange gemstones, not only as a symbol of power, but also revealed his unfathomable magical power.

"New faces?" The nezumi leader spoke to the Moonlit in his half-baked, accented Terra lingua franca.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and motioned for the rats around him to lower their weapons.

The rats laid down their weapons at the leader's signal, but they still stared at the Moonlight with a vicious gaze.

"Hey, rabbit over there, what are you doing here?" Shadow Fang Creek held the rules of his staff and paced in front of the Moonlight.

The pungent smell coming from the other party's body made the Bright Moon Rabbit behind the mask frown, but she knew that she couldn't be stage frightened at the moment, so she looked at the rat leader with a plain and cold gaze, and replied succinctly:

"Restocking."

There are many mistakes, so her subsequent answers will be as short as possible.

"Restocking?"

The nezumi leader Scrick was visibly surprised by her answer, his expression changing from surprise to smirk, a laugh of contempt and defiance.

"Hey, rabbit. I haven't been informed by the group of Mentors of the Four Liquids and the Potions Researchers, who have not told me that the Esoteric Sect has another secular communicator. ”

"I got information from Scratch Dirty Paws." The Bright Moon Rabbit replied calmly.

"Scratch dirty claws?" The nezumi leader remembered the lewd merchant with the goblin's eye, "The greedy and cunning goblin merchant? Did he tell you the news? Why? ”

"In the words of our boss, we gave him a condition that he couldn't refuse." Bright Moon replied again, intentionally or unintentionally revealing her background to the Skaven in front of her.

"A condition that cannot be refused." The nezumi leader unconsciously muttered this sentence.

He always felt that this sentence was full of strange magic.

"You won't see that goblin merchant in the future, he left Hell's Kitchen and the present world on non-generous terms, and I will be your new connector from now on."

The Moonlit began to ramble, and now she needed to stabilize the Skaven leader in front of her.

"You've lost a communicator anyway, and I'm just going to be a substitute, and for you, I'm better than Skratch Dirty Paw's shit, and I have a better appetite and sales channels than him."

"Oh." The nezumi leader was in high spirits.

He glanced at the rabbit ears on the head of the moon rabbit, and then relaxed.

Not human. Shadow Fang Creek summed up inwardly.

Yes, the method he summarized was so straightforward and unwise.

As Skaven, even if they are leaders, they are not necessarily very smart - Skaven's rat culture is like that.

A large number of warlord clans make up the majority of the nezumi society, and a warlord clan at its peak had thousands of clansmen and numerous strongholds scattered throughout the country.

I don't know how many clans live in Terra or even the realms, but it is certain that there are hundreds, probably thousands.

Powerful warlord clans are always actively seeking out and destroying small clans, co-opting opposing warriors or slaves, or even simply satisfying hungry stomachs.

In the warlord clan, there is no family affection and friendship, only a superior-subordinate relationship.

It is a rat-eat-rat society, where the weak are often killed or devoured.

Most nezumi have a relatively short lifespan, and if they want to gain power and status, they must fight as early as possible, so they are obsessed with short-term investments, whether interpersonal or profitable.

They build their increasingly complex network of relationships with false hype and promises, chasing any illusory wealth and suspicious "chance" that arises.

Shadow Fang Creek comes from a small clan, the Darkclaw Clan.

This clan is known for its mastery of poisons and bioengineering.

From an early age, Scrick showed a talent for poison and chaos magic, and his thirst for power and worship of the Shadows led him to a rapid rise in Skaven's society.

Once upon a time, Scrick was little more than a casual member of the Vicious Claw Clan, but his thirst for power and pursuit of success far surpassed that of his peers.

Through a series of assassinations, betrayals, and poison schemes, Scrick gradually climbs to the top in the dark world of Skaven.

He expanded his sphere of influence at all costs, reaching out to every corner of the whispering alley, and finally became the absolute controller of the source point.

His ambition is not just to become the head of a clan, but to control the entire Whispering Alley and even the wider underground world.

He still has enemies, and that's another rat family, and they're not Skaven.

Instead, they come from the Golden Court and the Junction Goggler family, which are able to shift between an all-human, a fully rat, and a half-human, half-rat hybrid form. This ability gives them great flexibility in performing a variety of tasks, and it also makes them disgusted by the Skaven.

Now in the market share of the secret medicine in the whispering alley, the convenience ability of the werewolf people family accounts for two-thirds, and the Skaven rat people, who have a market share of less than one-third, can only look at the back of the werewolf mouse, even if it is under the banner of "buy one get one free", it is difficult to attract attention.

Faced with this situation, the upper echelons of the Skaven Ratmen decided to make a change – a bold, almost crazy decision: sales must increase by 200% this year!

The goal caused a burst of laughter in the whispering alley, after all, it was an almost impossible task.

But the leaders of the Skaven don't seem to care if this is impossible, and their slogan is:

Never mind it's impossible, we're going to do it anyway!

One day equals 20 years, 200% is just around the corner!

The werewolf is garbage!

So, in the face of the big fat ...... who boast of having a big appetite The big customer, Shadow Tooth Ske, couldn't help but be greedy and said abnormally:

"How big is your appetite? 200 kg of illusionary fog? Or 100 tubes of black bile essence and the sorrow of black bile? 20 Tubes of Blood Fury and Slime Illusion? ”

Moonlight listened silently as Scrick muttered a barrage of forbidden drugs, some of which were in circulation in Hell's Kitchen right now, and some of which she hadn't heard of.

For example, the mist of illusions, which is a fine powder that burns to produce smoke that can cause illusions.

Those who inhale this smoke experience a journey of the soul that is said to allow the user to face and purify their inner fears and desires. However, this thing is extremely addictive, and many ordinary people in Hell's Kitchen have lost their families because of smoking this thing.

Black bile essence is a concentrated black liquid that is said to violently purify black bile from the body, triggering a strong emetic reaction. The user undergoes a painful purification process, followed by spiritual clarity and awakening – the user's skin gradually turns pale with black spots, and the eyes lose their radiance.

"I need to inspect the goods, and if the quality is passable, I will pay a deposit first, and buy in large quantities." The Bright Moon Rabbit's voice was as cold as ice, and there was no emotional fluctuation in her words.

Hearing this, the nezumi leader couldn't help but show a smile that he thought was harmonious, but in fact it was hideous, and he turned back to the nearby scavan scaven and shouted at him:

"Didn't you hear that the customer wanted to inspect the goods!!!"

Bang

The leader's order was like dropping a chaotic bomb, causing an immediate panic among the Skaven Rats. They were in a mess for a while, and the sound of crackling was incessant, but soon, in the midst of the chaos, a group of Skaven rats began to move in an orderly manner, and they trotted to the leader and the moon rabbit with various goods.

"This is the goods you want, rest assured, we are conscientious merchants and never sell fakes." As he spoke, the nezumi leader raised his staff and swung it vigorously, and an ancient and simple iron brazier floated in front of him.

Whoop -

With a flick of the staff, flames began to burn on the brazier.

Instead of an ordinary flame, the brazier burned a special blue flame that emitted a faint and mysterious glow that illuminated Scrick's cunning face.

"I can inspect the goods on the spot now."

The nezumi leader clutched a small bag of Illusion Mist powder in his hand, and he roughly opened the bag and poured 1 gram of it into the brazier.

The moment the powder touched the blue flame, it immediately turned into a dazzling cloud of smoke and slowly rose up. The smoke has a singular aroma mixed with unknown herbs and the smell of the abyss, which is irresistible.

"Come here!"

Scrick grabbed the head of one of the Skaven ratmen closest to him, and before the other party could react, the other person was pressed to the brazier.

Poor Skaven was forced to open his sharp teeth, and with just one sip, he began to greedily continue to suck on the rising smoke.

With each puff of smoke, his green eyes began to blur, and a smoke-twisting dance was reflected in his pupils.

His body gradually relaxed, his limbs no longer seemed to belong to him, and the whole existence began to flutter, as if he had been freed from the constraints of the real world.

The sounds and colors around him begin to become distorted and wonderful, and the rat feels like he is slowly ascending into a world of illusions and wonders.

In this world, he is no longer a dispensable Skaven, but a being who shuttles freely through infinite possibilities.

There is no rat-eat-rat clan society, no endless work, no grumpy clan leaders, and they have a wonderful nest of their own, and they have a beautiful Skaven family......

He saw strange sights, heard unknown melodies, and experienced sensations like never before.

The Skaven who sucked the fog of illusion was completely immersed in his own mental illusion, oblivious to everything in the outside world.

Everything was so beautiful until, he saw a round of sun, and the sun was getting closer and closer to the earth.

Bump –

Like exploding watermelon juice, the Skaven Rat who had sucked an overdose of the mist of illusion was blasted in the head by a fireball from the clan leader.

"Whew~"

Scrick blew out the white smoke from his staff, then looked at the other fearful Skaven ratmen, and then casually pointed to the four ratmen who had been working in tattered clothes and doing jobs that could be replaced at will.

"Chief, we've been working ......"

"Come here!" Scrick yelled at the tyrannical anomaly.

He doesn't like slaves who resist, and his strength is undeniable!

The first generation of slaves was created by force, and the cowardice of the slaves made them slaves for life.

Four poor, honest Skaven came to the leader of the nezumi and took the four tubes of reagents.

Each Skaven here bears the burden of a tragic social division of labor that can be replaced at will.

The first Skaven, he is a front-line fighter.

In Skaven's army, he is the cannon fodder of the charge, a life that can be sacrificed at will on the battlefield. Despite his extraordinary bravery in battle, this courage is nothing more than a consumable in the war machine in the cold eyes of the nezumi leader.

After being injected with Blood Fury, his skin gradually glowed an unnatural red, and his eyes burned with the desire to fight.

He paced back and forth in place, roaring, as if the beast inside was about to break through the shackles.

His movements became more swift and rushed towards the leader.

Then, beaten into a hornet's nest by the other indifferent Skaven rat people around.

The second Skaven, a scout and intelligence gatherer.

He was once forced to infiltrate hostile territory, gather intelligence, and live in constant danger and fear. His work is crucial, but his safety and well-being are easily overlooked in the wider Skaven society, and he could be abandoned at any moment by a failed mission.

Receiving the injection of yellow bile terror, his body began to tremble, and his eyes were filled with deep fear and uneasiness. The shadows around him turned into terrifying monsters in his eyes, and every sound made him scream in terror. He tried to hide, squeezed into the darkest corners, his hands clasped tightly around his head, his mouth kept muttering incomprehensible words, completely dominated by fear.

The third Skaven, a machine and weapons maker.

He toiled in Skaven's weapons workshop, making tools for war and assassination. Despite his virtuosity, in Skaven's social system, he was nothing more than a screw in the production line, and his creativity and personality were gradually eroded in repetitive and monotonous work.

The Skaven Rat who had been injected with the Black Bile's Mourning Elixir became unusually silent, and he sat on the ground, his knees folded, his eyes vacant. Everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him, and his expression revealed a deep melancholy and loss. From time to time, he would let out a low whimper, as if recalling some sad past, and the whole subject would be wrapped in deep sorrow.

The fourth Skaven, the healer of wounds and diseases.

In Skaven society, he is responsible for treating the wounds and injuries of his kind, and despite his ability to save lives, his work is often taken for granted in constant wars and intrigues, and he himself is only a replaceable character, and his dedication and sacrifice are often unknown.

The last Skaven to be injected with the illusion of slime, his behavior became unusually slow and calm, as if he had entered another dimension of time. His eyes were misty, a smile was on his lips, and his hands were dancing, as if he had seen a wonderful sight that only he could see. His skin gradually became transparent, shimmering blue, as if he had been submerged in a sea of illusions, away from the pain and distress of the real world.

"I think I'm a master, but I'm more like a slave."

The Bright Moon Rabbit stared at this absurd scene, and couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.

(End of chapter)

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