Chapter 121 Kill the Iron Fist Tribe

The rat lifted the gun and finally didn't understand why he was stared at by the clan leader.

However, the clan leader did not issue an order to punish them, so the rats and rats felt relieved.

The troops arrived near the Iron Fist Tribe at night. Unlike the first time, Ictor was prepared for this time.

The secret whistle deployed by the werewolf around the forest was quickly cleaned up, and Ictor also instructed his subordinates to come and investigate the rats.

"This time, remember to release all the humans inside first. If you cannot save them, you will have to create chaos inside the tribe.

It is best to be able to take down this tribe without bloodshed, but if the situation changes, you don’t need to hesitate when setting fires.”

Faced with Ictor's advice, the detective mouse nodded.

"Don't worry, clan leader!"

The detective rats are worthy of being the elite of the territory. The combat effectiveness and execution ability of these rats are one level higher than that of other rats.

But even though they promised so much, Ictor felt very worried.

The rats and rats first opened the straw hut that imprisoned humans. After one of them stuffed a strip of cloth into his mouth, he tied his hands and took it out of the tribe by a special team.

Other rats began to clean house by house according to convention.

Needless to say, it must be the phobia of insufficient firepower that has occurred again.

Bemke's armor has just been installed, and the warriors are at their weakest time.

The snoring sound weakens, and people cannot hear it when they die too little, but once they die too much, it becomes obvious.

No matter which race it is, it is almost the same.

The plot after infiltrating is almost the same as what happened to the skinned tribe.

Before we knew it, a total of thirty werewolves died in their dreams forever.

However, the cottage with 30 tribes on duty was not intervened.

Because the snoring in the tribe was cut off.

There are many warriors in the tribe who will snore when sleeping.

But Bemke had already exhausted their energy and physical strength.

These dimensional stone powders are the scraps left when grinding dimensional stone bullets.

In the Iron-Fist Tribe, there was only the dull sound of sword blades penetrated across the flesh and blood.

Dimensional stone powder is not so unstable in principle, but the people of rats are vigilant about Dimensional stone technology, which is engraved in their bones.

The fragrance of the jungle quietly overshadows the smell of blood.

Only Tagrian was waiting aside with a small team, holding a "burning bomb" in his hand and sweating profusely on his body.

The location where humans were detained had been clearly identified by the detective rats.

For example, if you raise a gun in the dimension, if this thing can fire 20 times steadily on the battlefield, it will be blessed by the big horned rat!

As soon as he heard that he was about to throw the dimensional stone incendiary bomb twice, Tagrian instantly shook his head like a rattle.

A gnoll tribe warrior moved his nose and only smelled the slime fragrance.

After all, you don’t know if the weapons in your hand will explode as soon as you use them.

Even fear that the heat exhaled from the mouth would detonate the dimensional stone powder.

This scene is like someone is thundering mercury in front of you.

Ickett also wanted to complain that because the Aboriginal Supernatural Ones had too high status, they would always hand over the miscellaneous work to those weak guys.

Tagrian was extremely devastated when he held the bag of incendiary bombs.

Ictor said calmly, he couldn't escape anyway.

"Yes! Clan leader!"

Open the cloth bag and pull out the turtle velvet, which is full of dimensional stone powder.

Tien Pi said anxiously, and several soldiers hurriedly began to wear plate armor for him.

But it was also at this time that Ictor came by chance.

Fortunately, Targrian doesn't have to wait too long.

The exhausted soldiers should be immersed in their dreams tonight.

In this way, the detective rats slaughtered wildly within the tribe, and they were only a short while before they could cut the population of the Iron Fist Tribe to less than a hundred!

But as soon as people die, the clues will appear.

In the past, the soldiers active in the jungle would definitely be highly alert.

Tiepi was so scared that he stood up quickly. The tragic situation of the skinned tribe forced him to think more.

The sergeant warriors can solve these sentinels so easily, and thanks to the gnoll warriors for being lazy enough.

A chemical substance called mercury can be fired by hitting it with a hammer.

The alert inside is as relaxed as ever.

I have to endure the torture of snoring every night, but now there is no sound around me?

No one believes that it is said that the totem god appears!

"Quick! Put on my armor!"

It is absolutely impossible to wear it in one set.

For dimensional stone weapons, waiting will actually increase the chance of explosion.

The soldiers also discovered something was wrong.

After fully learning from the experience and lessons of the skinning tribe, the detective rats applied slime mucus on the sword this time.

So another bag of "incendiary bombs" was also taken apart, and all the charges were poured into the bag held by Tagrian.

However, the power is still guaranteed.

The rats around him didn't dare to take a breath.

The reason why Ictor wants to disassemble it now is just that he feels that it is not safe enough.

But not only does wearing plate armor require lining, there are countless ropes and locks used for fixing.

There is nothing strange about this. There are many creatures in the jungle that like to prey on slimes, and you can occasionally smell such a fragrance.

"Get up! Get up!"

But this time, the fragrance is a bit too strong.

"No, no, no! I absolutely don't want to! Clan leader, you love me so much!"

"Well, why don't you hurry up and perform the mission?"

Tagrian carefully retracted the incendiary bomb in his hand, and then led the detective rats to touch the Iron-Fisted Tribe.

Ickett obviously needs to complete it faster.

"Yes, clan leader."

"Don't panic, we've passed the most prone to fire."

His arrival time was not intentional, it just happened that both sides were preparing for war.

If you have a premonition, this thing is very bad and bad. No matter what the result is, if you have a bad premonition but don’t prepare, something will happen.

To this end, Iron Paper ordered the soldiers to have a good rest.

Even the tribal warriors worked in two shifts, they couldn't stand it.

After Tagrian returned, he carefully took out a cloth bag from behind.

Unbearable that the tribes would suffer any more casualties, he shouted to a soldier at the door:

"Babu! Take people to call everyone up!"

The installation of super heavy armor cannot be completed in one day.

During the time of wearing armor, Iron can only be anxious.

"And Tagrian, I have taken good care of you enough. Do you want to bet that the incendiary bombs will not explode in your own hands?"

Whenever the production is increased, don’t the plants below ring a few times?

Just think it's like a firecracker.

The mouse under his command could see clearly what Iket was afraid of.

The amount of medicine in a single bag is not large, mainly because Ictor is afraid that this thing will explode and accidentally hurt his friendly forces.

Tien Pi tried to lower his voice and shouted, yelling the tribe warriors one by one from their sleep.

"Tagrian, take the incendiary bomb apart."

"Yes! Chief!"

Babu and several young soldiers pushed open the door and were about to yell.

But I only saw a blurry figure holding a cloth bag in his hand, throwing towards the cottage.

"not good!"
Chapter completed!