Chapter 825 56. White-haired Rat High Priest
Zhizhi——
In the dark and dirty rat-man dungeon, a rat about the size of a kitten lay motionless in the cell. Go up, bite into the hideous rotten meat, and feast on it.
Jerry suddenly opened his eyes, pinched the mouse lying on his chest, and stuffed it into his mouth.
After a terrifying chewing sound, a rough swallowing sound was heard.
We can last another two and a half days, Jerry thought. Continue to pretend to be a dead body, waiting for the next mouse.
The disappearance of the Bard Rat has no effect on Jerry, except that there is no longer a rat to talk to.
Jerry is still being interrogated by the jailer at a fixed frequency. The wound has just healed into a scab before being torn again. If it were an elite rat, it would have been tortured to death, but because it is a champion rat, it Maintain a state that will neither recover nor die.
I don’t know how much time has passed... The sound of footsteps broke the dead silence of the dungeon, but it was no longer as chaotic as usual.
What appeared outside the cell also turned into a group of rat men wearing black robes.
"Am I going to die?" Jerry asked them.
No mouse responded. They opened the cell door and lifted Jerry with the same gentleness. This action allowed Jerry to glimpse the tribal emblem behind the black robe... He didn't recognize it, but it should be the guard rat of a certain tribe in McKean.
The jailer, who was dragged out of the cell and knelt in the hall without daring to raise his head, confirmed his suspicion.
Jerry stared at the jailer who had made him suffer so much these days, and said with a ferocious smile: "Take the time to pray to the Rat God. If I don't die, you will be the ones who die..."
Leaving the dungeon, Jerry went all the way up to the hive.
Compared with the unfinished new hive city, this hive city has become complete. The ferocious spikes on the obsidian palace hold up fluorescent green evil eyes, overlooking the hive.
"Where are you taking me?"
Jerry spoke up, because he was actually taken from the bottom of the dungeon to the obsidian layer, and entered all the steps, the highest level of the hive. obsidian palace.
The huge obsidian rat god statue stands on the high platform of the palace, with a silhouette standing at his feet, and gray-haired rat priests standing on both sides.
It saw Philos, like itself, facing the outline at the feet of the statue.
It was an outline that was not strong, and the only thing distinguishing it from the rat was the white hair and antlers that were similar to the rat god.
High Priest! ?
The moment he saw it, Jerry lowered his head.
“It’s your turn, Brown Rat, why are you the only two who escaped?”
Jerry did not inherit his sister’s cleverness, but he knew when to tell the truth... Partially true.
It relied on this trick to cause the slave rats that had cooked it to fight among themselves and let them cook their accomplices.
"It's interesting... the priest said it saved you, you said you saved it..." Hoarse whispers echoed in 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 still keep it just to explain to you."< br>
Jerry was indifferent and just felt strange... He didn't talk about Annan's stuff because he was afraid of hurting his sister. Why didn't Philos say...?
"Your explanation is that all the human gadgets were wiped out and only two Stun gadgets escaped?" An unkind hiss sounded.
"Okay, don't scare the two little guys. We have robbed Stun's northern territory, and there is no point in finding excuses to kill them." The high priest said very straightforwardly, but it was in line with the fact that the thirteen clans of ratmen cooperate with each other and do not deal with each other. situation. "Leave here, the next holy war has nothing to do with your Steen clan."
"Thank you, High Priest..."
Filós saluted to the High Priest and saw that He walked past Jerry without looking.
"Tsk, our Stun champion was actually tortured like this..."
Jerry, who followed and turned away, heard the high priest's sigh.
Jerry, who was covered in bruises, followed Philos step by step and walked into a house on the outermost edge 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 put her finger on its mouth and pointed outside silently.
“I brought you here, so I have the responsibility to take you back.” Feros deliberately told the rat men who might be hiding outside, “But don’t think you’re fine. ...I will hold you accountable when I go back.”
Jerry stared at Philos, who was close at hand, and his breathing became heavier and heavier——
Snap——
The whip of evil energy brought Jerry back to his senses.
Philos deliberately did not restore Jerry's injuries and took him out of the nest.
There were no rats to stop them on the road, and no rats to escort them... Jerry suddenly figured something out.
The vanguard was deliberately given to humans, including the Stun clan... This is the holy war of the McKeon clan, and they will not allow Stun to interfere.
When leaving the Rat's Nest, Jerry saw the McKean clan sending the Ironthorn tribe as the vanguard, rushing toward the mountains on the distant horizon.
The White-haired Rat High Priest has arrived at the front line. Is the McKean clan going to launch an attack?
Annan stuff, I hope to see you again...
...
Femi withdrew his gaze and fell on the old man with a beard beside him.
The old man calls himself Belial. Unlike other refugees, he is a master swordsman and a great swordsman who is grateful to many refugees.
At that time, the centurion brought him over, and the guy made a shocking statement, saying that the main force of the rat men had arrived at the north of the mountain range.
"How can I believe what you say?"
"Boy, I have killed more ratmen than you have ever seen! I knew when I saw the neat appearance of those cans, the ratman high priest Definitely in the team!"
Femi wouldn't brag, but the adjutant on the side knocked on the plate: "Did you see this drop of blood? It means we killed hundreds of rats!"
"You mean the Champion Rat? We met him too."
Not only did we meet him, we also made a deal.
"I can leave anytime I want. Even the rat men can't catch me. Why did I lie to you!?" Belial shouted: It's worth sacrificing his life for the nobles who are living and drinking in the rear. ! "
Femi held the firegun coldly and warned:
"Shut up, Lord Annan is not such a person! ”
...
Annan and Ilimayas were close to each other, dancing to the music on the dance floor.
Red wine, delicious food, and the girl’s body fragrance linger around.
Annan found another advantage of Ilimayas: she is not afraid of being stepped on.
Annan doesn’t know what’s going on, but it’s hard for him not to step on a girl’s feet when dancing...
"How much has your strength increased?"
"This is just a short 'lunch break'." Ilimoyas said, "I haven't grown much."
A few sleeps Years are normal for dragons.
Well, unless Ilimoyas can accidentally break into the Emerald Dream of the Emerald Dragon like the protagonist Long in the novel, and have a dream for a thousand years, or be selected by the Time Dragon, and one day in the past is equal to one year, otherwise It is difficult for Ilimayas’ physical strength to play a decisive role——
(End of this chapter)