After meeting Rand, the Demon Tiger found that his previous hunt was nothing more than unskilled hunting, Tapala's best at trapping at ease, Agni can lead a herd of horses to charge like a sea of mountains, and Black Rabbit does not like to fight, but can use surprise magic to shake the mountains at critical moments.

Only she, as the largest and most powerful demonic beast, can only be compared to the other three by hard work.

"You can change tactics and intimidate your opponent into thinking that the battle with you is doomed."

The Demon Tiger smashed into a nezumi leader again, and the nezumi who was strong on the outside turned into meat sauce, and the rats around him immediately fled.

"It's so much fun!" The tiger was playful, jumped left and trampled a big rat to death, spewed a fireball out of his mouth and knocked the rat man in front of him on the right, and with a twitch of his tail, he directly knocked away the little mouse who tried to sneak attack.

Looking down the hill along the magic pattern, a large number of mice were already fleeing like their souls, and the big cat found an unprecedented pleasure, like a fire burning on the mountain.

"Whoa~Whoa~" A rat-dependent on the mountainside roared twice, and the already huge body instantly swelled, and the magic power covered her side, forming a layer of protection from magical elements, which is the characteristic of the beast god's dependents when they become incarnators, even if it is an exploding fireball.

"Death to the runaway!" The Dependent's Dependent became the embodiment of the Stronger One at this moment, and it bit the two runaway nezumi in front of it, roaring loudly.

Looking at the demonic tiger that rushed over, the avatar roared a few times without fear, and flew directly at the tiger, but the mouse flew halfway to find that his estimate of the opponent's body shape had been seriously wrong.

The glowing part of the tiger's body obscured the larger circle of body and magic patterns, so that after being pounced on by the tiger, the avatar realized that even after it swelled, its body was still smaller than the tiger.

"It's so strange," the demonic tiger looked at the big mouse under his paws, and his voice was full of banter, "Shouldn't this beast god incarnate be as tall as the city wall?" Why are you so small? Could it be, you're just a high-level mouse, right? ”

The magic pattern matched the tiger's expression, which actually made the incarnated dependents tremble.

From the body shape of the incarnation, the demonic tiger immediately made a judgment, and the person in front of him asked the person in front of him to lower his body, not the so-called rat god, but the real leader of their camp, which should be a high-level demon rat.

"It's such a blessing today, you can enjoy a high-end product," the tiger's paw tapped on the rat's head, she knew that everything that the dependents under her could feel by the high-grade demon rat, so she deliberately stretched her big mouth to the mouse's ear, "Wait for me in your camp, I'll come over soon!" ”

The nezumi didn't hear any more, and the tiger's head was bitten off and discarded aside.

"Wow~Wow!" The roar of the tiger passed through the boundary river as the valley amplified, and the rats east of the entire boundary river seemed to be electrocuted, and they froze for a second before moving again.

"Roar~Roar~Roar" A panicked cry came from the hillside on the west side of the Jiehe River, and in a huge animal skin tent, there was a white-skinned mouse as big as an elephant, she was the leader of the entire tribe, the only high-level demon mouse.

The high-level demon rat has very little fur on its body, just like a big white pig, and it is the life system magic patterns all over its body, and it is these magic patterns that allow the entire tribe to have a super high reproductive ability, and also save more than 100 intermediate demon rats and nearly 1,000 primary demon rats.

The white-skinned demon rat felt the undisguised murderous aura of the Demon Pattern Tiger from her dependents, although the other party was only an intermediate Demon Beast, she did not doubt that she had no power to fight back against the Demon Pattern Tiger. After all, her greatest skill is to breed, not fight.

The white rat was close to crying for help, and the roar of the tiger spread throughout the entire banks of the Boundary River, only in this moment, Rand, Petraeu, and Julian all felt that the nearby rat people lost their will to fight in an instant, and the rat swarm moved frantically to the east like a tide.

"It can't be the Demon Tiger rushing directly to the camp, right?" Rand rode the flames, somewhat unincomprehensible to the situation.

"It's hard to say, just the head of the demonic tiger, really rushed into the camp of the mouse, and the rat of any level can't stop it!"

"Can't you cooperate with our dots?" Rand has a bit of a headache, but fortunately, the situation is improving now, and the nezumi has no more hole cards, and he can join the battle of the Knights with Agni.

……

To the west of the southern slope, the demonic tiger jumped back and forth between the ratmen descending the mountain, and after the small ones were trampled, the flesh and blood were not enough to relieve the hardness of the gravel road, and the large ones were just right. However, the number of rat people is too small, and the tiger has to aim for half a day every time it jumps.

As it turned out, the speed of the spread of the flames was far less than the speed of fear, and the nezumi team on the southern slope collapsed in an instant, and when the tiger ran down the mountain to the boundary river, the swarm of rats was already almost full of the boundary river.

Ignoring the encircling nezumi behind him, the Demon Tiger attacked alone, passing through the fences and caves in the camp and rushing directly towards the largest animal skin tent.

However, as the tiger got closer and closer to the white-skinned rat, more and more intermediate-level demon rats and rat people also surrounded them, and those who dared to approach would be directly blown away by a fireball. When the decoration of the tent roof was already in sight, there were more and more large rats between the tent and the tiger.

Finally, when the tiger was less than a hundred meters away, her front was already filled with huge intermediate mice, and the rats lowered their heads, not daring to look at her, but they did not dare to leave, squeezing together like a big meat pad.

Not only the mid-level rats of the White-skinned Rat tribe, but also the Demon Rats from other tribes joined in, and they formed a circle around the Demon Tiger, which even looked like some kind of ritual.

"Your Excellency!" A rat man stood up from the circle, "Our rat god said that if you let her go this time, all the demon rats in front of you can become your food!" ”

The rat-man's voice was sharp and tactful, trembling with a cry: "If you insist on going further, then our entire tribe will have no choice but to fight with you!" ”

"Hehe, what a coincidence," the Demon Tiger sat down, her huge body straightened, her eyes just in time to pass over the rats and see the tent, "I'm going to want something fancy tonight." ”

The cries of "squeaky" rats echoed in the camp, and suddenly a large group of intermediate rats and junior rats carried the white mice, jumped out of the tent, and fled frantically to the west, while the rats around the tiger roared wildly, and they were about to rush towards the tiger one by one.

After the third tiger roar, the original black tiger stripes on the tiger's body suddenly lit up, and a pillar of fire erupted from the tiger's mouth, and the rats' footsteps were knocked away by the flames before they moved.

Without the high-level demon rats, the rat people no longer have the fighting spirit, and they began to collapse around.

(End of chapter)