Azhi climbed along a narrow tunnel to a newly dug of main passage under the water purification plant, and he could clearly see the tragedy in the disaster. Many listless rats were dragging their feet in the hole, only a few showed unusual speed and vitality. Most of them felt very uneasy, and even when a group of rat slaves fell down a sack of sackclothed grain bag filled with black corn kernels wartime rations, they did not respond.

The grains flowed out of the broken bags and scattered on the muddy ground of the cave. Such a windfall should have stirred up a roar of greed. But now, only a few rats pounced on the free meal, while the rest were just struggling, not paying attention to the food they were stomping under their paws.

This was a chilling, and an abnormal scene could be seen at a glance, making Azhi's ears press against his head. In this terrible scene, he felt as if he had reached the end of the world, as if the rat man he saw had lost his soul, and only his body was moving under the driving force of biological instinct.

Ah Sir was still in place.

This scene reminded him of the order he was given: to attack the plague monks.

"This is a fatal command." Azhi resented in his heart. The existence of those plague monks can turn the rats nearby - races with far stronger resistance to diseases than humans - into sick and weak rat cubs, let alone work with them.

Could this be the intentional revenge of the albino storm? Even if they had never met each other before, and had no holidays.

Yes! It must be like this. As long as you are a rat man, you will never miss any opportunity to put a detriment on your kind.

"Bang!"

A crisp knock and the pain on the back of the head made Azhi involuntarily "squeak" a few times. This only attracted the attention of a few rats around him. Most of the other rats are still in a state of lack of vitality.

"Mouse! Come back."

Out of the stress instinct after being attacked, Azhi ran a few steps away, and then was pulled back by the sound.

"Great, gray...gray...gray prophet." Azhi knelt down in front of Ninis with a slippery shovel, and said respectfully.

"Mad," Ninis pointed his head with his staff, "You kid is very clever-at least looks like this. So I'm going to give you a mission..."

Mission, another mission. Azhi felt that he should go to the shrine of His Majesty Lez Aiwo and donate some sesame oil.

However, even though he was crying in his heart, he still flattered and said, "Please say the greatest wizard."

After hearing his compliment, Ninis obviously swelled up and began to comb his hair with his claws. "Now the plague monks are carrying out the final preparations, and I have to consider setting up an attack, so you have to go to their side to help me listen to what they say. When I find you again, you must report it carefully to me, word by word, no, no, no word can be missed!"

"Yes, sir." Azhi felt a little nervous. But he soon thought that although this mission was also close to those plague monks, it did not require close contact with the former as if he had taken action. Moreover, if he could obtain any information, he might be promoted by Prophet Grey, and he would jump from an ordinary clan rat to a small warlord and become a new clan leader...

Azhi kept thinking and comforting himself. When he thought that wealth and power would soon belong to him, his eyes narrowed into a slit. He drilled into a narrow ventilation duct. There were rats everywhere in the narrow duct, but when the rat people rushed over, the rat people were all so scared that they ran away quickly. Azhi walked through the messy intersections and cross tunnels easily, which was also the talent of the rat people.

It is always good to secretly monitor others, whether it is human things or other rats. Therefore, every rat is a good player in walking tunnels and ventilation ducts, and excellent lurkers will never waste such valuable resources.

After a while, Azhi followed the pipeline to the factory assigned by the Gray Prophet to the Plague Monks, where only the plague clans' sluts were left moving. Long before he got there, he could smell the disgusting smell of the Plague clan.

It was a moldy, evil stench with a smell of mold and rottenness. This made his glands tighten and his mind was filled with the illusion of a plague monk. And when he looked down from under the vent, Azhi saw even worse. The factory where the plague monks were staying was the filtration workshop of the Essalum Water Purification Plant, and there was still a smell of some kind of alchemy disinfectant inside.

However, even the alchemy disinfectant used by human things cannot stop the body odors of the plague monks.

Apart from rotten maggots, nothing smells worse than these fanatics who are full of diseases. They wore dirty green robes and staggered around the factory, their hair falling from their bodies was oily, their skin was covered with abscesses and boils, their eyes were turbid by disease, and their faces were covered with wrinkles and necrosis.

Some plague monks paced through the filth that might be their waste and vomit on the floor, whipping their bodies hard with a thorny rat-tail whip, while others held rat-skin scrolls and recited strange and abominable prayers. A plague monk, whose face was covered by the thick folds of his cape, pounded a rusty bell, excited by the twisted evil notes.

However, there are still a few plague monks doing serious business.

They gathered around a cage and poked the poor human captives with hooks and spins. Just a sniff was enough to know that these humans were infected with the plague, with many gangrene and black scars on their naked bodies.

Plague monks were carefully observing the group of humans, and from time to time they would record what they would record on mouse-skin scrolls. They were conducting infection experiments to determine what seasonings needed to be added to the cradle of the Thousand Epidemics that were being cooked - they not only wanted to ensure that the plague spreads very quickly, but also the diseases caused by infection must also cause human things to lose their combat effectiveness quickly.

There was a plague monk who looked very high, and his body was wrapped in bandages, looking like a mummy. He was guarding next to the thunderous cauldron. One of his fingers had just fallen off due to decay and fell into the boiling cauldron. For the plague monk, this is a good sign: it indicates that his own body corroded by disease will nourish the powerful potion imprisoned in the treacherous cauldron, and thus strengthen these diseases that cause death to his enemies.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a handful of dimensional stone powder from his pocket and threw them into a boiling pot.

(When Ah Zhi saw this scene, he couldn't help but widen his eyes. "Dimensional Stone Powder!" The rat man would not be unable to recognize that kind of thing, nor would he not know that generally only the Prophet Grey and his apprentices were qualified to directly contact and use His Majesty Lyz Aiwo's gift. "This is a transgression, a challenge to God's choice of the Prophet Grey, and a threat to the authority of the Thirteenth Parliament." The rat man instinctively knew that he had seen an amazing information this time, and he was going to sell it for a good price.)

The highest-ranking plague monk had extremely painful fingers due to the burning of the dimensional stone powder. His body was far fatter than other rats, but he stretched out a short tongue and licked them clean. Suddenly, the stinging pain spread from his fingers to his tongue. He licked his gums with his tongue, so that the dimensional stone powder would contaminate the abscesses and ulcers there, making them more contagious in the pus flowing out.

He coughed up a large mouthful of phlegm, then spit it into the sticky mixture in the pot, and stirred it constantly with a long spoon carved from a bone. As a plague monk, he could easily feel the power of the plague evaporated in the giant pot - just as an ordinary rat man could easily feel the burning of flames - he seemed to stand before a huge poisonous flame, but he was excited about it!

He took a deep breath, sucked all the dizzying steam coming out of the pot into his lungs, and then let out a sticky cough. He could feel his lungs filled with these liquids, which were brewing even more terrible diseases.

Immediately afterwards, he opened the cage at hand and grabbed a big gray mouse from it. The thing bit him hard, and black blood flowed out of the wound, but the plague monk could hardly feel his teeth chewing his flesh, as if pain had become a distant and vague concept for him.

He grabbed the mouse's tail, immersed it in the plague soup, and ignored its frantically struggle. When its head reached into the pot of liquid, its whole body spasmed violently, and its claws scratched wildly, trying to lift its head out of the liquid. The plague priest grabbed its front paw and pressed it down hard until its screams were submerged by the liquid.

He soaked it for a long time, and did not lift it back until the struggle almost stopped. Green liquid dripped from the mouse, and it sat blankly on the ground, as if he didn't believe that his death had arrived. The plague monk picked it up and threw it far to the ventilation duct. When Ah Shar saw this hateful guy, all the hairs on his body stood up.

It is very fat and bloated, and you can tell that it is covered with diseases without thinking. However, what scares Azhi is that the mouse has no disgusting smell at all - it is still very "scent". When he smells this smell, his first reaction in his mind as a rat man was, "This thing is a good piece of meat, it's best to eat it in his stomach, don't wait for it to run away before regretting it."

Ah Zhi stretched his palm towards the mouse. But just as the tip of his claws was about to touch the mouse's fur, he shivered as if he was electrocuted, and bit his tongue hard. Then, he turned his head and ran out along the ventilation duct.

He had to tell the Prophet Grey what was going on here: those plague monks were not only poisoning the human things in Ethalem, but their abominable desire to destroy also extended to all rats, who were also creating a plague for the rats!

"Tell me what you saw and what you heard, hurry up, hurry up!" Seeing Azhi who was rushing to come, Ninis first added protective spells to himself, and then asked this guy to report to him.

Azhi quickly outlined what he had heard, focusing on the two things he saw the plague monks use dimensional stone powder, and in addition to using the Thousand Epidemic Cauldron to make the potion put in the cleansing tank, they also used it to create infected rats. However, he ignored the close contact between himself and the mouse.

Ninis tilted his head to the side, revealing his sharp teeth, and his tail began to swing back and forth. This was the characteristic of the rat man's excitement. When he finished speaking, Ninis stared at him for a long time, with a vicious wisdom in his eyes. Ah Zhi couldn't help but suspect that his deadline was coming, and maybe he would kill himself to silence him. But the gray prophet licked his sharp teeth and touched his majestic horn with his claws.

"You did a great job, rat. Now I'm going to think carefully about what you said to me, prepare your troops-you'll have a team of a dozen storm rats--to prepare them to attack the ground stronghold, starting with the granary you mentioned before."

"Yes, the smartest commander."

"Also, ah... sir--"

"Yes, yes, the most powerful magician?"

"Don't tell anyone about this, or I promise you will die in the most painful way." Ninis threatened.
Chapter completed!