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Lin Qi silently voted no for this plan.

These crazy guys are getting more and more desperate. If the continent sinks, they will never have time to escape.

There is no need to doubt their abilities. Rat people always have ways to accomplish things that are extremely harmful to the world.

Yes, they must be stopped and that thing destroyed, even if the journey is postponed.

Even if you die for it, it's worth it.

Lynch opened the door and came to the maze-like corridor.

The Archmage once again concentrated his magic, and the blue light guided the adventurers deeper into the tunnel.

The road seemed to be going downwards, and Lynch didn't know how many turns he took. Finally, he smelled the stench of the Rat Man.

The flat ground disappeared and was replaced by huge, uneven mines.

Densely packed slave rats were biting and fighting among them, and from time to time a ratman became nutrition in the belly of his companions.

It all ended with Lynch's arrival.

At first, only a few rat men escaped from the edge, and then more and more rat men rushed towards the criss-crossing tunnels.

They thought that the cold-blooded army had discovered this place, and no rat man wanted to confront the army head-on.

Except for those guys with half their brains missing

It only took Lynch a few seconds to kill all the ratmen who were so hungry that they dared to charge at him.

The complicated tunnel made it impossible for Lynch to start, so he had to ask the archmage to cast the spell again.

Before the mage could gather the wind of magic, a smell worse than that of rat men wafted from afar.

The Archmage ceased his heavenly spells and instead summoned the winds of life.

Those who come bring the plague.

Lynch was not affected by the plague, locked the enemy's position, and rushed towards him quickly.

The crawling sound of rodents sounded like raindrops, densely.

The top of the cave began to tremble, and it wasn't until a crowd of ratmen emerged from the tunnel in front of Lynch that the rock and soil above fell in pieces.

The mountain of flesh composed of rat-men fell and fell behind Lynch. The lowest rat-man fell to death, buffering the impact for the companions above.

The rat men were piled up like a pile of sand. They did not pounce directly on the enemy, but first ate up the flesh of their companions.

The fire explosion thrown by the Archmage took the opportunity to create a bloody wind. The air wave was filled with minced meat and blood, which made Lynch's back sticky.

The explosion shook the Hollow, but the Archmage intended it that way.

The layers hollowed out by the rat men collapsed, and the rat men fell down mixed with the soil.

The Swordmaster of Hoth guards the mage, who throws fallen rocks at the falling rats.

Lin Qi was not afraid of being crushed to death and killed the slave rats blocking his way. He rushed directly into the tunnel and killed a group of plague monks before rushing back to the group like a wind.

The lizard man deftly avoided the falling rocks and crashed into the safe area maintained by the mage.

Fresh air was created by the mage, and an invisible shield blocked the gravel.

The Archmage's staff penetrated deep into the ground, and this small area slowly rose up and turned into a floating island.

The pitiful screams of the rat men lingered for a long time, and Lynch had to admit that when it came to causing large-scale destruction, mages had far more advantages than warriors.

Too bad magic can't be trusted.

Lynch was already cautious enough, but the devil still found an opportunity to invade. If he took the initiative to borrow the power of Chaos, it would make matters worse.

Only the top mages can control magic as they wish, and more spellcasters die before reaching the top.

There is Taibok's Spine, maybe you can try it?

Lin Qi became alert and collected his thoughts.

Countless ratmen died in the collapse. When everything calmed down, Lynch could even see the stars in the sky.

The seemingly absent bells rang deeper underground, and the uninvited guests angered the ruler of the underground.

The Archmage took the floating island to the surface and returned to the ground, where the jungle was more conducive to their performance.

Considering the special nature of Lynch's back armor, the mage did not use the more labor-saving lifting magic, but directly created a physical floating island.

The team returned to the camp and slightly adjusted the crude wooden piles.

Spells were cast one after another, and a few scattered wooden piles were copied and reinforced together with the ground to become an insurmountable wall.

The Archmage leaves only a few gaps to ensure that the warrior only needs to face one enemy at the same time.

Before the mage could continue to cast spells, he saw the enemy underground.

In the vision, a gray-white ratman with two horns was sitting under the screaming death knell, chewing a dimension stone, and looking at the elf mage viciously.

The two spellcasters began to compete, and the warriors could no longer receive magical aid.

Lynch didn't care, it just took longer to end the battle.

Like a mountain, Lynch sits in the gap between the stakes.

The rat tide hit the mountains, splashing waves of blood.

Lynch hates Skaven because they are hopeless.

This disdain even exceeded Lynch's contempt for Drucci.

The dark elves can also find a few warriors with a sense of honor. The honor of the rat people can be used as a joke by the dwarves.

If the Skaven were to engage in a championship duel, they would first use cannon fodder to consume the opponent's energy, and then rush forward and use various despicable tactics to "one-on-one" victory.

The only thing the Skaven have in common with the Druchi is that they are both on Lynch's extinction list.

Once Lynch gathers enough troops and ensures that the demons will not harm the mortal realm, he will immediately start executing the plan.

Without these cancers, various order forces can better resist demons.

There was a voice trying to make Lynch more aggressive, but unfortunately Lynch's control of speed was pretty good.

The rat tide continued to impact the camp, but Lynch heard some incongruous sounds.

It seems that there are many warriors on the side of the rat tide, fighting bloody battles with the rats.

The blood rain Lynch created became smaller and smaller, because the rat tide turned.

The huge legion even broke into the rat swarm, and the war cry that could not be heard clearly was filled with fanaticism, making the lizards and Asur who had been fighting for a long time become dignified.

"Waagh!"

A burly wild green-skinned orc broke through the rat tide, and more wild orcs followed the boss's pace.

The goblins and the orc boys followed the path opened by the big guy and followed the leader.

The orc shaman tried to condense his spells and danced for a long time, but he could not drain the energy from the waagh.

Angrily breaking their staffs, the shamans picked up their sticks and rushed toward the rat tide, screaming.

Lin Qi looked at the orc warriors running rampant in the rat tide, and felt that they looked familiar.

Maybe all the orc generals look the same, and Lynch can't see the beauty and ugliness of the green-skinned ones.

The green tide occupies half of the world in Lynch's eyes, and the other half belongs to the Skaven.

Lynch enjoys watching them consume each other, which is good for order.

Greenskins are also on Lynch's list, warlike and untameable creatures that Lynch would find difficult to exterminate because of their cancerous reproductive methods.

One greenskin can grow an army, that's no joke.

Without the blessing of the gods, certain creatures would have been wiped out by this cancer long ago.

The Green Wave called out a name, and Lin Qi hoped that the Archmage could provide translation, but unfortunately the Mage was busy fighting.

Lynch could not find in his memory the meaning of "Ger" in greenskin culture.

The green tide shouted it with extreme enthusiasm, as if they saw their two gods stepping on the human world.

Such fanatical emotions could only be for the leader chosen by God, or the god himself.