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Chapter 467 Thick Fog and Black Flame
Lahula City.

It is also known as the Cross City.

It is the only city in this vast dense forest because there is a river running through the forest and extending into the distance.

Through this river, the city has easy and fast communication with the outside world.

It also became the center of communication and trade for all tribes in this dense forest. It was controlled by several large tribes and did not fall into the hands of any one tribe.

However, this small sea city in the dense forest can even be called a town, as it has long been occupied by rats.

A few rats patrolled the simple, low stone walls.

A rat soldier stood on the wall, holding a tattered sharpened wooden stick, looking at the dense forest and winding river in the distance.

"Listen, I heard that a lot of rats have been called over to fight!" The voice was intermittent and stammering.

Obviously, they are at the bottom of the social ladder among rats.

How to judge the class of the rat people can be easily judged by the fluency of their speech.

The higher the position, the more fluently one speaks without stuttering or stammering.

In the past, most mice stuttered.

Now with the blessing of the evil rats and the power of evil, the rats in the leadership class have been strengthened in terms of intelligence and other aspects.

"I heard that a lot of rats are going to die. Rat, please protect me, Rat God, and don't transfer me over there." Another rat next to him was shaking a wooden stick up and down, as if praying.

Hearing this, the mouse next to it hit the mouse on the head with a stick.

"Idiot, it's the evil rat, you pronounced it wrong! Also, the evil rat will only bless you to go to the battlefield quickly and fight."

"Really? Well, that won't work. Better not to bless you."

"You two, both of you, shut up. Do you have anything to eat? I'm hungry."

A mouse that came on patrol asked.

The two interrupted mice looked at him and could only shake their heads. How could they possibly have any? They themselves were starving to the point of being just skin and bones.

At this time, most of the food had already been transported to the barrier zone, so how could these remaining rats be qualified to enjoy it?

Even if there is surplus food, it will most likely be transported to rat nests to breed more rats and send them to the battlefield.

It's too much to just let these rats have enough food.

If they want to eat their fill, they can only go to the battlefield and become pioneers, becoming the first group of rats to attack the city. Then they can eat freely until the city is completely occupied and fallen.

These mice don't understand, they just think that this is the way it should be.

But for the mice at the top, this method helps the mice at the bottom maintain a certain level of combat effectiveness, so that they won't be scattered by a single attack.

Driven by hunger, these rats would even fearlessly become pioneers and rush into the city. Even if they died, they would rather die well-fed.

Having a good meal is the ultimate dream of mice.

"Why don't those savage things attack?" asked a mouse.

That way, they might be able to eat more.

As they spoke.

A light mist emerged from the woods.

It was only early morning and the sun had not risen long ago. It was normal to have thick fog in such a dense forest in the morning.

"White, white mist is coming, it's going to get cold again."

"Hurry, get some, get some firewood."

"That's right, yes, I'll go."

The mice sprang into action.

They had stayed here for quite some time, and had even fought a battle here before. The mist would lower the temperature considerably, and would not dissipate until the sun had fully risen into the sky and shone through.

If they don't pay attention during this period, these skinny mice might starve to death, and their corpses will become a delicacy for their companions around them.

If you have to die, others must die first, so you must light a fire to warm yourself.

As the fog thickened, the fire began to burn.

"Is there a dark shadow outside?" a mouse asked while looking outside.

He seemed to see something flash by in the white mist.

The other mice looked over but saw nothing.

"Fool."

"It's so cold." Unknowingly, the black flames had formed a circle, surrounding the city.

The black flames began to spread inwards.

These black flames were different from normal flames. They did not disperse the white mist, but slowly spread in along with the white mist.

But they also have the temperature of flame.

"It's getting hot? It's nice to warm up by the fire."

Every mouse was standing by the fire, and as the temperature got hotter and hotter, they couldn't help but show a comfortable expression.

Another mouse next to them had fallen asleep against the pile of stones. It was a gentle environment that they had not experienced for a long time.

"Yes, it would be nice if it were available at night as well."

The other mouse closed its eyes comfortably and couldn't help but fantasize.

"Isn't it a bit too hot?" another mouse couldn't help but say.

Being warm is fine, but it seems a little strange that it's getting hotter and hotter.

"So hot!"

The mouse that had just fallen asleep suddenly jumped up, shaking its tail wildly and turned around.

Only then did the mice see that his tail had been ignited by the black flames at some point.

When they wanted to go over to put out the fire, they discovered that the place had been surrounded by black flames without them knowing when.

"Black, Blackfire!"

"Enemy, there is an enemy!"

The patrolling mice immediately started yelling.

However, before they could issue a notice, a red line appeared on his neck.

A black shadow shuttled through the fog. The mice didn't even notice the enemy's movements and fell to the ground silently.

Foul-smelling blood flowed out.

Black flames cling to their bodies and burn them.

From time to time, a cry could be heard from the sky.

It was as if a huge object rushed into the white fog from the sky, grabbed something in the city and flew away.

The movements were too fast and agile, and with the white fog blocking the view, even mice a little further away might not be able to spot it.

There are not many rats in this city, and there are no strong ones.

The highest level is still a level five rat general and a level four rat priest.

As the flames spread, even the rats inside noticed something was wrong.

"Enemy, gather!"

There were only a few mice gathered.

Chaos spread in the thick white fog.

"Run, run out!"

Some rats crowded into the flames, and when they saw the flames they wanted to retreat, but were pushed into the black fire by the rats behind them.

Before the black fire spread, the rats jumped on the back of the corpse and tried to leave.

Jumping and trying to cross the flames.

Under such circumstances, a few mice actually jumped out.

Of course, before they could catch their breath, a dark shadow descended from the sky and grabbed them like an eagle catching chicks, flying into the sky.

Amid the rats' roars, they were thrown into the black fire.

Even if a few of them rushed out, they would be killed by the monsters brought by the sound of horse hooves.

When the fog clears.

All that remained in the city were black flames and piles of sand, the cause of which was unknown.

There wasn't a single dead rat.

Even the filth left by the rats that lived in the city was burned away.

Under the black flames, the city seemed to be purified.

(End of this chapter)