A strange world

Chapter 815 Chapter 46. Jerry and Philos

Jerry took the letter from the gray-haired rat priest and left the team, walking through the mountain forest that had not yet been harmed by the rats.

But as we move on, the forests, shrubs, and grasslands disappear, the sky becomes gray, the land becomes barren, black crows and vultures hover over the dead trees, and rat-men roam this plagued land.

Jerry, disguised as a champion rat, kept the wandering ratmen away, but as he approached the hive cave, the disguised assassin ratman crawled out of his hiding place.

"Stuen...shouldn't...be here..." These rat assassins wearing tattered cloaks, as low as balls of flesh, and holding daggers said intermittently.

Jerry raised his head proudly: "I am the Champion Rat Captain, where is your executive officer?"

"What are you looking for... sir..."

"On the order of the Gray Furry Priest, I asked the Hive City to send someone to pick up the Gray Furry Rat."

An assassin rat-man rolled into the cave. After a while, two champion rats came out of the cave guarding a gray-haired rat priest holding a bone staff.

Jerry could no longer remain arrogant and lowered his head: "Master Gray Mouse."

The gray rat priest of the McKeon clan has the obvious characteristics of the clan, with a goat-like beard, without any sense of beauty, and cannot be compared with Lord Philos.

Its dark red eyes stared at Jerry: "Are you the front-line rogue?"

Jerry puffed up his chest: "I escorted the gray-haired rat priest back, and this is his letter."

The shorter but equally strong Champion Rat took the letter and handed it to the gray-haired rat priest.

The gray-haired rat priest opened the parchment. After a few seconds, it raised its head: "Grab it."

Two champion rats suddenly rushed towards Jerry. Jerry was caught off guard and rolled three to five meters away. Just as he was about to get up, a champion rat suddenly jumped on his back.

Jerry grabbed the rat man's head on his back, threw it over his shoulder, and then the second champion rat pounced on him.

The three champion rats engaged in the most primitive close combat, with mud flying everywhere and rocks torn to pieces. If a slave rat accidentally entered the battle group, it would turn into a ball of flesh.

Jerry was a rat man who persisted for several days from the clutches of Black Watch and still managed to escape death. The two champion rats couldn't even suppress him. Instead, Jerry found an opportunity to pin down a champion rat.

One weakness of the McKeon rat is its poor bite force. When Jerry grabbed its rodent and prepared to break off its jaw, a flash of fluorescent green lightning shot out like a python and wrapped around Jerry's body.

Fel energy is the nemesis of all life, and it is the whip of the horned rat that spurs the Skaven. Jerry froze for a moment, and was knocked out by the champion rat who got up, knocking a rock into pieces.

Jerry raised his head like a mouse and roared: "What do you, the McKean clan, want to do?"

The gray-haired rat priest stepped forward, and two fierce-looking champion rats came back behind him.

"The letter said you were colluding with human things."

Jerry, who was still struggling, lost all his strength in an instant.

"This is impossible..." Jerry murmured, remembering the scene when Philos handed the parchment to him.

"You...are lying! Lord Feros can't possibly harm me!"

Snapped--

A whip of evil energy was drawn out, but compared to the pain of body and soul, the pain in Jerry's heart was even worse.

"Are you worthy of being called the gray furry mouse?"

The gray-haired rat priest did not need to explain to a brown-haired rat. After a little punishment, he asked the champion rat to take the lost Jerry to the dungeon.

The two champion rats stripped off Jerry's armor and armor, and beat him wantonly on the road, venting their hatred of being embarrassed in front of the priest, and threw Jerry into a dungeon full of mycelium and putrid smell.

The rat-free cell was covered with fresh and easily broken bones. Most of them are rat people, but there are also some alien races.

Smashing into the pile of bones where rats were scurrying around, Jerry instantly escaped from the heroic epic of rescuing the gray-haired rat priest, gaining status, harvesting love, and returning to the hive in glory...

Jerry spent several days in the hive dungeon, during which time he underwent several interrogations. Don't expect the skin-picking rats to be merciful, but Jerry insists that he didn't collude with humans. It's not that he believes that Annan's stuff won't snitch, but that speaking harshly may not lead to death, but admitting it will.

The price is that there are more and more scars on its body.

On this day, Jerry was thrown back into the cell, bruised and bruised, as usual.

In the silent darkness, a voice sounded outside the rat's squeaking: "What did you do? A champion rat was tortured like this."

Jerry turned over to make himself more comfortable among the bones and ignored it.

The red-eyed mouse was attracted by the smell of flesh and blood and wandered anxiously outside the cell, but did not dare to approach Jerry.

Jerry ignored it, and it continued: "Did you offend a big shot, or did you kill a team of champion rats?"

"Who are you?" Jerry finally responded.

"A bard."

"Human thing?"

"Okay, let me say it again... I am a bard rat. Can I satisfy the curiosity of a bard rat now?"

"I... I rescued a gray rat priest and escorted it to the bottom of the nest, but it betrayed me and said I was colluding with human things..."

Jerry recounted his experience calmly, as if he had lost his joy and sorrow. The only thing he was worried about at the moment was that he would injure his sister...

"I think it wants you to shut up forever, kid." The Bard Rat's voice came from next door, "So that no one will know its past."

"Philos is not such a rat..."

"How do you know, just because it told you the name?" the Bard Rat laughed peacefully without irony, "and how do you know the name is true?"

Jerry couldn't find a rebuttal, but he still didn't want to believe that Philos was a bad she-rat.

"Why did it lie to me...?"

"Because the rat people's hierarchy is deeply rooted, brown rats can kill black rats at will, gray rats can manipulate brown rats at will, and white rats are above all rat people... No gray rat will agree with a gray rat and a brown rat. Rats together.”

Just as Jerry was about to say something, the sound of trivial footsteps could be heard faintly.

They shut their mouths and allowed a group of rat guards to arrive and take Jerry out.

Jerry thought it was a new interrogation, but he was taken all the way out of the dungeon, loaded into a rat cart, and taken to a strange room.

Then, it saw Philos standing in front of her wearing a brand new gray robe.

"Feel sorry……"

Philos looked at Jerry in a daze tenderly.

"Weisen..."

"Because the nest was destroyed and only we escaped, the gray-furred rats would be suspicious... I had to let them pay attention to you and then find a way to save you."

Jerry tried not to let himself sink into Philos' tenderness: "You should tell me."

"I don't dare, the gray furry rat knows all about deception... I can only bet that you believe me. Fortunately, you did it..." Philos gently stroked Jerry's wound.

All Jerry's grief and anger melted away, and he had the urge to hold Philos into his arms——

Philos retracted her hand at this moment: "We have to keep our distance. But don't worry, I will solve the trouble and save you."

Jerry suddenly grabbed Philos' hand, lowered his head, and kissed the back of her hand.