The Legend of Fatality

Isaac Glott crawled out of his sedan and walked awkwardly to the huge iron fence window. He breathed heavily and was already hungry. In order to reach this secret burrow, they trudged through the underground passage for a long time. It's time to eat another meal. He secretly rejoiced. Surprisingly, the most brilliant inspiration came from such a simple source.

All the great achievements of this secret research institute originated from his own hunger. He doubted that any other rat-man would think of something so simple but so inspiring. Let others come up with the intricate solutions, Glotte thought! Soon, he will prove to all of them that the simplest plan is the best plan.

He looked down at the huge bucket of magic stones and saw the monsters forming in the bubbling and glowing feeding liquid. He inspected the spheres containing a lot of magic stone liquid. When the owner of the container that had been observing the magic stone barrel thought that the conditions were perfect, these spheres carefully injected sudden energy into the big barrel.

The pungent ozone and strange chemicals floated up, causing his nostrils to twitch. For him, it was a reassuring scent, the smell of the crowded courtyard where his family raised him, and he started the long climb from there, and he didn't have his power until today.

He smiled, showing his huge yellow teeth, and once again felt the pain caused by his terrible hunger. All Ratmen suffer from this pain from time to time, usually after fighting or other violent activities. They call it "black hunger." For most of them, this is a symbol of victory and a sign that they can devour their prey.

Isaac-Glott has been suffering from this problem. For a long time, he has suspected that long-term exposure to magic stone dust and mutagenic substances has affected him. He will not be the first master of beast tamers to obtain a certain variation in the caster clan, nor will he be the last.

In his case, he also suspected that this change had an effect on his brain—stimulating it, making him smarter and more cunning than other ratmen, while also giving him strange insights. This is why he needs to eat so much, of course, to provide energy to his incredible brain.

He put his tail in his mouth, trying to control the terrible hunger. Large swarms of saliva run down the bulbous meat. He had eaten the huge pile of dried meat, and he had planned to bring them to visit. He knew that there was nothing to eat in this alchemy laboratory except for his own people.

Moreover, to be fair, they did nothing to make him unhappy today. Most of the surrounding jars contain toxic chemicals; of course, this is nothing to him. He took a deep breath, trying to control his appetite.

Skech looked up nervously at him. Grote could see that the little squirrel with a hunchback was very uncomfortable. Maybe he was wondering why there were no other servants around him, because there were rumors that the Master Tamer had eaten them.

Grott licked his lips with his long pink tongue. Because he likes to tell all his researchers that those rumors are completely true. The bright light of the magic stone lantern illuminates the cobblestone-like lenses that Skechi uses to make up for vision defects. Glorified nodded, twisting his tail, just to watch Skage jump back nervously.

Skechi is small and weak, and has very nearsightedness. Without wearing glasses, he could hardly see a paw in front. In many other ratmen clan, this weakness will soon cause him to be killed or eaten, but the caster clan has realized his potential and let him survive, so Glotte knew This little man really appreciates this.

Has proved that he is really useful for the caster clan. In the long and glorious history of the clan, Skage is probably the best beast breeder. He is a genius in raising and shaping various beasts. Now, he took out a cage containing the research product most likely to bring the greatest victories to the caster clan.

Isaac-Glott took the cage and checked the contents. This is a large, fat and slippery female mouse, which looks pregnant. Grote believed that an untrained eye would think it was almost no different from a normal mouse. Maybe they will think it is bigger and more evil. Maybe they might even notice the evil light of an unusual emotion in its eyes. But they would never doubt that what they saw was one of the most powerful weapons in the world.

"It doesn't look good, does it?" Gettel said in his slow, low voice. "Isn't it?"

Grote likes to repeat his own words. He was proud of his voice, it was so powerful, so unlike the voice of an ordinary ratman. Skage understood the prompt.

"Maybe not, the master-but the appearance is unreliable." As a ratman, the animal breeder's voice is unusually high, and his words have a strange suggestive nature. "This kind of beauty will destroy all cities, make all nations submit, and let the whole world submit to the creation of the founder clan genius!"

Grott nodded slowly and satisfactorily. He knew it was true, he just liked to listen to his servants. "Can you make sure that there will be no problems, Skechi? Are you sure?"

"Yes, yes, master, I dare to guarantee. We have bred thousands of such animals, we have tested it many times and destroyed them in an approved way."

"Very good! Very good! What did you find?"

"They have a huge appetite for almost any material. If there is no other food to eat, they will eat wood and garbage, but most of them will look for and eat grains, meat and other food."

"awesome."

"They can consume their weight in less than a hundred heartbeats and be ready to eat again within a few hours."

"You did a great job, Skechi. Very good."

His hunchback seemed to be swollen because of this praise. "They can breed up to 100 in a nest."

"Of course, do they grow fast?"

"If they find enough food, they can mature within one day."

"What about breeders?"

"A litter can be born every day, as you said, master."

Grott tilted his head back, letting his low laugh burst out. Such a simple idea, he thought. When these mice are released into human cities, they will eat all their food within a few days.

All crops stored after harvesting will be devoured. All the food in the store will disappear under the hungry furry avalanche. They eat non-stop, then multiply, then continue to eat, and then continue to multiply, they simply cannot stop. When there are no other foods ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ they will eat humans and their livestock. When all other food reserves are exhausted, they will consume each other. Or die.

Even if their life is only measured in days. But before that happens, humans will starve to death or flee their cities, and victory will belong to the caster clan. The news will soon reach the Modu Committee and will prepare a suitable reward for Isaac-Glot.

"Are we ready to start?"

"Yes, Master, we have prepared the captured grain barge. The conversion will be completed in a few days. We will ship the sample to its hiding place. After that, you can start any time you want. "

"Perfect. Perfect." The human warehouse is near the dock. All they have to do is drive the boat into the harbor and open the cage. Some private forces that can be used at will can do this easily. Perhaps for safety reasons, it may be better to arrange some more ogres. "As soon as the preparation is completed, act immediately."

"Of course, master."

"You said you still have thousands of these things?" Isaac-Glot said, reaching into the cage to caress the fat and smooth mouse.

"Yes, master. Why do you ask?"

"Because I feel a little hungry." Then, Isaac-Glott grabbed the sleepy mouse and stuffed it alive into his drooling mouth. When the mouse was swallowed from its throat, it was still struggling in vain. It tasted good, Groth thought.

Is like victory.