The old warlord pointed to a black dot on the map about a black spot near the parliament hall.

"That's right."

Esky said seriously while slapped Ratrin's barrel.

"I have asked your messenger to send messages to the Mede clan."

"If we don't say anything like defeating the other party, we have to hold on for at least three days. No matter how fast the reinforcements of the Mede clan are, they will have to be close to two days."

As he spoke, Esky began to recite Arnoquin, calling out the yellow fine metal wind from the surrounding metal, wrapping several iron objects around him, and forming a small cart with wheels and tripods below the two test-made rats.

"Transfer these things first, and it's best to give them some slave rats to me."

"What is this?"

Esky stuffed a steel bar into the white jar, his claws shaking hard, and a metal tube connecting the strange mechanism made a clicking sound.

When several cones of the same color as the steel bars appeared on the chain structure on the left, Esky explained.

"If the weapon was fired from the steel bullets I just made, we can retreat in one minute a full 169-man team."

This statement made Ecret's eyes lit up.

If there was really what Esky said, they might have been able to hold on until reinforcements arrived.

Although the situation is already quite tense, preparations are constantly underway.

But it was about half an hour later that the Gray Prophet really started to attack.

Esky covered the observer over his eyes, and the green screen was a distant picture that was magnified about 12 times.

Clan rats wearing leather jackets, clan rats wearing iron armor scattered, and a small number of fully armed storm rats.

This is not like the troops brought by the Grey Prophet from the Great City, and the iconic Scream Bell that rang on the battlefield did not appear.

That thing should have been installed on the rat cart pushed by the slave rat.

"The people of Moss did not come."

Ecret looked out from afar and said.

"I don't care much about the details. What I want to know is that they will pass this slope, right?"

Esky glanced at the complete armor of the clan rats around him and asked.

Although these rats can also temporarily enchant the armor, such a huge scale will consume his mana.

In order to prevent the Gray Prophet who is still in the dark, these seem to be a lot, but the mana that is far less than Nagas can't be used cleanly.

Therefore, in this kind of battle with mortals, it is best to solve it by physical means.

"What is the principle of your weapon? Do this bullets have to use such good steel bars?"

Seeing Esky keep stuffing steel bars into the white jar behind the weapon, Ecret couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

The steel stuffed in by the engineering warlock just now can make a few helmets.

"Any kind of scrap metal is OK, but if you use steel, it should extend the service life a little."

"Behind this is the bomb compressor and the power source. The bomb compressor needs to be manually operated by soldiers. You slaves, hurry up and shake it up."

As he said that, Esky's tail had already whipped the back of the slave rat waiting behind him.

Added some new wounds to their backs, which were already scarred, covered in blood and indescribable.

Icret was not angry about his slave rat becoming like this, and he also saw that this seemed to mean that Esky was also quite nervous.

This made him feel the same. Looking at the creation of Scully on the ground, he still asked again without ease.

"Is it useful to have only two so-called rat trilin?"

“If it works well.”

Esky replied immediately.

Both of these two stragins are just experimental items, and they are not even equipped with the aiming device. After adjusting the ballistics, they have to rely on the trajectory generated after the bullet is shot out.

If they don't work, Esky will be submerged in the sea of ​​rats.

Even if his entire body of magic power was used to use the tsunami technique, at most, less than 10,000 rats were burned to death.
Chapter completed!