The Ratfolk Priest stopped five or six miles beyond the Magic Cannons' range, at a distance it considered quite safe.
Even if the humans tried to attack, they would first have to cross miles of the Elite Rat Tide. The priest could retreat at any moment.
In the Ratfolk's rigid Hierarchy Pyramid, only those above Greyfur Rats had any value. Everything below them could be expended, even higher-tier troops like Champion Rats and Dimension Rats...
What the priest hadn't expected was a group of Blue Dragons hidden behind these human soldiers with their strange weapons!
The moment the Blue Dragons appeared, the Ratfolk Priest mistook them for a trap set by the Human Things.
This was a Demon stronghold. Why would a group of human Refugees suddenly appear? The priest had sent a force to capture them, only for an entire human Legion to emerge... They might as well have laid out bait!
That mistaken judgment led to a disastrous decision: the priest ordered the Rat Swarm to charge at any cost while having the Champion Rats guard its retreat.
Illymoyas flew at the front when the Firmament beside her suddenly split in two—Azgros, her parents' childhood friend and her uncle, a Blue Dragon comparable to a human Epic, shot past her in an instant. His Dragon Wings whipped up a gale that tore a gap through the cloud of Fel Energy.
The other three Aunts and Uncles passed her too—Illymoyas was the weakest Blue Dragon there.
The four Blue Dragons in the lead tucked in their wings and began to dive, only to be forced back into the air by Long Muskets hurled by the Champion Rats.
Unable to cast spells, they could fight only with their bodies. Getting injured here—especially in the wings—would mean serious trouble.
Realizing this,