On the ground, Fang rode Blue Frost while Tierney rode Vine Wind, the two of them weaving continuously through the forest, urgency in both boys' eyes.
There were far more rats entering the forest today than they had imagined. The ten prepared squads of Hunter Cavalry were already stretched to exhaustion, and once the Frost-Wolf Knights joined the fray, they encountered intermediate Magic Rats capable of releasing poisonous mist.
"Could those rats just be luring us away? What if they're actually digging tunnels to get inside?" Tierney asked worriedly as he looked at the rats behind them.
"Definitely. Those rats have never stopped digging," Fang said with a grim face. "I reported it to my lord the day before yesterday, but he said it was fine. The Magic Pattern Tiger has a way to deal with them."
"Mm. With the Magic Pattern Tiger guarding the castle, she won't fear any rats at her current strength." Tierney was very confident in the base's defenses. "Let's make as much noise in the forest as we can, draw all the rats together, and buy Netherland and Neil some time!"
"Alright!" Fang nodded. "Then should I take out some Magic Beast Meat to lure them in?"
"No need. Watch me!" Tierney took out a small bottle. The instant he opened it, a faint botanical fragrance drifted through the air.
Sharp-nosed Fang felt that he had smelled the scent somewhere before, but he could not remember where. He could only ask, "What is this?"
"The secreted fluid from the stamens of an intermediate Mandrake. Right after Mandrakes achieve their breakthrough to the intermediate level, they are at their weakest. Other than running away and screaming, they have no means of resistance. Almost all beginner and intermediate Magic Beasts go mad for this scent," Tierney said