But what!? I’m the only witcher in this place!”
Constantine became a little excited.
 Other nephalem have never seen a witcher and cannot tell his profession, but the demon's understanding of the nephalem is innate!
Of course those guys could easily identify the demon hunter in the crowd, that is, Constantine.
 Hence, the target of the counterattack was destined to be him.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
 The little mouse Sebastian barked, very proud.
 As if showing off something.
Well, a wire-haired rat is not much less intelligent than an ordinary person.
 He has a reason for doing this.
“You said you killed a hedgehog-like demon before?”
 The second generation of Rat Catcher asked in surprise.
“That guy didn’t do a lot of damage to you? Did tens of thousands of little mice run over and kill that guy?”
 The tone of the second generation Ratcatcher became even more surprised.
 “Okay, I probably understand.”
Tony directly interrupted the conversation between Ratcatcher and Sebastian.
The damage caused by a mouse bite is nothing, and the same is true for natural retaliation.
 The rats can easily bear it.
 Even if all the damage is returned to one target, it will only kill a mouse.
This efficiency is not as high as the damage done to rats by the devil rolling its huge body on the ground.
 But it was attacked after all, and the devil who was bitten to death by the tide of rats was quite unlucky.
“Then Miss Ratcatcher, please gather your friends and help Wayne and the others.
 Our time is a little tight right now.”
Tony extended the invitation directly.
 Among the people who stayed behind, Tony should have the highest say.
 At least he is also one of the people with the highest authority to speak.
 Wayne is the other one, Craig can only represent himself.
 “If you need any materials, I can help.
 I know that the way you control mice is through technology, and I will undoubtedly explore the connotation of this technology, so you don’t have to worry about me copying your technology.”
Tony’s words almost completely dispelled the ratcatcher’s worries.
Tony is Iron Man and a super rich man.
 Let him keep company with mice every day? Stop making trouble.
 Tony is almost tired of playing the game of replacing mice with beauties.
 “Okay, I’ll try it now.
 But I can’t guarantee that the mice will still be the same as before.
Sebastian is not the only exception."
 The rat catcher said nervously, but he already had a device that looked like a light bulb in his hand.
 “Can you summon a wire-haired rat?”
Natasha asked a little excitedly.
“If possible, I hope you can call them together when Craig comes back.
 Craig is able to manipulate these animals to a certain extent, and they are now a force to be fought for.”
Natasha’s statement seems to make sense.
 But everyone present knew that this was just an ideal approach, including Natasha who made this suggestion.
How is it possible that there is no enmity between these mutated animals and humans?
 It is natural for living things to compete for living space. This is a war of species. How can we compromise so easily?
  Human beings only set up nature reserves to raise and protect animals when they feel superior.
If it is necessary to fight with animals to gain living space, humans will show their shocking cruelty!
 “Go and help Wayne.
 We are about to face the Hammer, and it will take some time to decide who will stay here to guard our retreat."
Tony said calmly, showing nothing special.
This kind of calmness made him look a little weird.
This is not Tony's character. At this time, he should open his tail like a peacock and show himself.
Tony is a little strange now.
 …
 Craig did not pause at all along the way. Whenever he encountered an obstacle, he would use Wind Strike to cross it.
 When the road conditions were clear, Craig could move his legs quickly enough to hit the road.
 He was about to come into contact with the hammer he felt, and his body tensed up, ready to fight at any time.
As a leader of a race, although the fighting style of a guy like Nian Hammer is not too different from that of his own race, it is not that simple.
 More strength, faster speed, and a stronger body are just basic abilities.
 For demons like the Earth-beater, the higher they are, the more power of the earth they can control.
Craig still remembers the story of Kultur bragging about wrestling with the Hammer on the Holy Mountain. The Hammer of that generation could release earthquake skills that were almost the same as Kultur.
 When he heard this news, Craig was a little surprised.
“Two breaths? Both are hammers?”
 Craig's footsteps suddenly paused.
 There were the auras of two demon leaders in front of him, which felt a bit weird.
 He can only sense the location of the demon leader, but cannot distinguish the opponent's identity through his breath.
Had he not known in advance that there was a grinding hammer here, he would not be sure who he would face now.
 But now he was in trouble.
If the constantly moving aura of the demon leader he sensed belonged to another guy.
Then it will be troublesome this time.
Especially the two breaths in front of me, maybe one of them is a hammer, but what about the other one?
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
A dark-skinned rat crawled across the ground, its barking full of malice.
 Craig's uneasiness became clearer.
 “It’s just a mouse, but...it’s not a mouse!?”
Craig looked at the mouse in front of him, and the hairs on his body stood up!
 That’s a shadow!
 Shadow rats!
Hamelin!
 “Didn’t Hamelin die together with Orak!?”
To be continued...