Chapter 128 Chapter 127

In the bloodstone tribe, the artisan Ratman is working overtime. He controls the furnace to smelt the ore with red eyes all day long, and fuses the molten iron with the bloodstone to turn crooked bloodstone swords into crooked bloodstone swords. Provide suitable weapons.

Dozens of rats at work were killed by serious priest guards, skinned and hung on the outer wall of the workshop, so that the rats understood that except for the furnace, everything in the workshop should not be tampered with, and even more so. There can't be a single bit of damage,

Only the most intelligent one-horned priest of the rat clan can touch these strange things, and only one-horned priest can figure out what these strange things are used for.

"Squeak!! (Speed ​​up!!)"

The overseer of the rat man screamed and made a loud and piercing sound, which made the frowning rat a little dissatisfied. The black and white "ding" shaped face, the mustache trembled, if it weren't for the three pinches of red on the top of the head that were too coquettish With fur and red pupils, other rats would think that this rat didn't drink the holy water at all.

'Hush, urge, supervisor with cerebral palsy, you know how to urge, urge your mother to urge! Don't know what is capacity limit? Do you think that smelting fluid is the same as your brain, you can pull it out by eating something? '

Huazhishu secretly scolded the stupid supervisor of the same clan, but did not dare to relax the work in his hand, shaking the red hair on his head, Shushu shoveled half a shovel of coal into the furnace to avoid being whipped.

A good mouse does not stand under a dangerous wall, and the disaster that should be avoided must be avoided.

During the sanctification ceremony, as a cunning mouse that drank half a pot of holy water in one breath, the chipmunk gained unparalleled wisdom. The body is much bigger,

In addition, except for the three red hairs on the top of his head, his body has not turned red, and he has grown red scales, which makes him a big laughing stock among the tribe, the kind of laughing mouse.

In this world, how can there be a mouse with a head bigger than its body?

He also wanted to laugh, but when things happened to him, he couldn't laugh anymore.

'His grandma, dog day's holy water, thanks to me drinking so much, why did it all go into my head? Even if I dye my hair, I only dye the spiky hairs. God must be jealous of my unparalleled wisdom! '

Cursing in his heart, the chipmunk accepted the cruel reality of being top-heavy and wearing red hair with a gentle face.

In order to avoid becoming a bait and a toy for the people of the same clan, the chipmunk properly showed its wisdom in front of the priest, and was assigned to a high-status workshop as expected, becoming a tool mouse to guard the furnace.

At least working here, you don't have to worry about being bullied, or suddenly becoming a redundant waste population, and being arranged by the priest to join the cannon fodder general and send humans to death.

As for the one-horned priest's death-death tactics, Huazhishu also understands a little bit of intention, but it wants humans to relax their vigilance, divide the troops and launch an ambush to wipe out the intruders at once, but how can humans be so easy to deceive?

Even I can see that such a battle plan is full of flaws, but humans who have a little experience in fighting will not fall for such a trick, and the best way is to fight steadily.

Although he understands these tricks, Huazhishu would rather not understand and be a confused mouse.

But being too confused will lead to a humble life and a peaceful death, so don't be too confused, Shushu is a smart mouse, he can't do stupid things, and he can't be a too smart mouseman.

It’s good to just keep going honestly like this. Human beings will surrender when they fight, and shovel coal if they can’t fight. Don’t be happy with things, don’t be sad with yourself. If you have something to do, you can shovel it into the furnace. It’s easy and labor-saving. How good is it?

No matter what, you can't let yourself grow a big head for nothing, right?

"Squeak, squeak? squeak. (Squirrel, have you heard? General Grin is about to form the Storm Legion, I really want to join.)"

Hearing the stupid voice coming from behind, the black and white chipmunk rolled its eyes at the furnace, but turned around with a smile on its face, and the word 'D' slowly extended, lifelike and full of irony.

"As long as you look anxious about burning dry wood, I think it's almost as good as joining the firewood army to set yourself on fire..."

"Zhi Zhi Zhi, Zhi Zhi Zhi... (Really? This is the first time I've heard of it. Actually, I also want to go, but unfortunately my body is definitely not good... But you can try it? I think you are very powerful of!)"

"Squeak~cheep! (Really? I think I can do it too~ Overseer! I'm going to join the Storm Legion!)"

Seeing the foreman walking towards this side, Huazhishu hastily turned around in disbelief, put half a shovel of coal into the furnace very seriously, rubbed his chin and looked at the fire, looking thoughtful.

The supervisor withdrew his satisfied gaze from the hard-working Pokemouse, and then looked coldly at the dazed Toolmouse.

"Squeak? (Are you saying that again?)"

Seeing the ground worm tentacles short whip in the supervisor's hand, Shushu panicked and crouched timidly.

"Cheep, cheep. (I mean, I love this place so much, and I really like you, Overseer...)"

"Crack! Crack!"

"Squeak!"

The sound of the whipping and the sharp chirping of the mouse made the Huazhimouse happy in his heart,

He has never had extra sympathy for fools who don't know themselves.

The only one who can communicate with him and make him respect is another wise man. When he is with an idiot, he will only talk in a way to deceive the idiot and make the idiot happy, even though the idiot will often be coaxed by himself after being happy. If you can't find North, you will suffer a lot.

But the idiot can't stand it and wants to be happy?

"Squeak! Squeak! (Do your part! Don't be too whimsical, or I'll recommend you to General Cannon Fodder!)"

The short episode does not affect the hundreds of artisan mice working in the workshop. One piece or logo, or defective weapons are produced and shipped out of the workshop in mushroom wooden boxes.

For the rat queens, all the rats in the workshop are just a day's production. As long as the rat king is still full of energy and the rat queen has no shortage of food, such a group of rats can give birth to a batch at any time, which can limit the population of the rat clan. Just food and time.

At the same time, in the deepest part of the Bloodstone Altar, the Shu King was working hard on the five-meter-tall Mouse Queen, creating a new batch of offspring.

A slender bloodstone pipe is inserted in the mouth of the huge and beautiful queen mouse. Blood food and minced meat keep sliding down the pipe, and are finally swallowed by the queen mouse, becoming the nutrition for the breeding of offspring.

On the top of the altar, there are Ratman warriors who make suitable liquid food from the captured underground creatures and send them into the food pipeline, building the cornerstone for the growth of the Rat Race.

On the Bloodstone Altar, the Bloodstone Crown shone with a dark red glow, turning into the power source of the Bloodstone tribe, transforming a huge power that does not belong to mortals.