At this moment, in a palace halfway up the mountain.
"Weil, I still underestimated the Saintly Order. Their individual strength isn't greater than that of my rats, but they have too many skill combinations. Seemingly minor skills can unleash a hundredfold power," the Big Rat said to his sister.
"Brother, what do you need me to do?" Weil seemed rather dispirited.
She was no longer like she had been at the beginning, when she had wholeheartedly wanted to help her brother escape the pitch-black underground rat farm.
"I need stronger rats. Wisdom Rat-Humans would be best," the Big Rat said coldly.
"Rat-Humans... Could it be?" Weil thought of something terrifying.
"Yes. I'm going to make the rats slaughter one another even more fiercely, selecting the toughest among them," the Big Rat said with a nod.
Weil let out a slight sigh of relief. Heaven knew what she had just imagined.
In any case, it was something that could not be spoken aloud.
"Will that work?" she could not help asking.
"Mm, that alone may not work. I understand now. Humans—humans will serve as their filter. Only the smartest rats can survive in human hands. Just like ordinary rats: those caught by simple traps die, while the ones left behind are those that won't casually enter traps or eat rat poison," the Big Rat quickly came up with a better solution.
Weil sighed softly and hugged the little puppy.
It was her only emotional solace.
"I'm leaving. Oh, and send me another batch of Red-Eye Female Rats with strong fertility."
Three months later.
The Big Rat looked at the new batch of rats with satisfaction.
They had become smarter.
Even the craftiest enemy army would never make them fall for a trick so easily again.
Moreover, they had developed greater resistance