What was more, it was not only the Wild Rat servant soldiers who had originally belonged to Ice Storm. Even the house-rat servant soldiers who had always followed Brute Hammer with unwavering loyalty were vomiting and suffering diarrhea, sprawled limply on the ground like dehydrated earthworms, unable to move.
Brute Hammer could only hold his nose and order the witch doctors to restore the servant soldiers' fighting strength as quickly as possible.
At the very least, they needed to be able to stand up on their own and crawl out of the city.
Before the Ratfolk Servant Soldiers recovered, Brute Hammer could only remain in the Blood Skull Arena, flying into a rage without knowing where to vent the fury filling his chest.
Yet for the Ratfolk Servant Soldiers, delaying their departure by a day or two did nothing to change their fate of eventually being thrown into the meat grinder.
Ye Zi clutched his belly, which felt as though a volcano were erupting inside it. Curled up like a shrimp struggling at death's door, he stared blankly through the narrow window at the ever-changing sky, feeling that he was finished.
They're lying. Every last one of them is lying!
Biting his lip, the Ratfolk Boy thought in extreme grievance, Great Horned Rat God's Advent is a lie, the glory of the Bloodhoof ancestral spirits is a lie, and even the Reaper is a huge liar. He said he had a way to escape, but now everyone's been poisoned. We're all weak in the hands and legs, like mud, and can't even crawl out of the Blood Skull Arena. How could we possibly escape Black Horn City?
"Don't look at me with such resentment, as though I'd spun some monstrous lie to you."
Beside him, Meng Chao braced himself against