Let go of that monster girl!

Sulfur didn't want to owe the same cat a favor twice.

The fox-woman slave trader clapped her hands, signaling her subordinates to drive out the guest from the most conspicuous large iron cage.

Inside the cage sat a white-haired dragon girl who looked rather silly, slowly chewing on a handful of grass.

The fox-girl soldier poked the dragon girl's buttocks with a stick, and the white dragon girl clumsily turned around, her head hitting the cage bars with a thud.

The fox-woman merchant gestured for them to proceed, smiling very politely.

"please."

Sulfur glanced around the cage.

The cage bars were extremely thick, and a curtain that could be drawn hung outside the cage.

The interior was surprisingly exquisite, with a low bed covered with soft cushions, some decent daily necessities, and even a few small toys for the dragon girl to vent her energy.

The fox-woman merchant pinched Sulfur's chin with her slender fingers, turning his pale, delicate face towards her, and said with a smile:

"It's not bad to keep a straight face like this; some masters like that kind of look."

On the other side of the camp, Jimmy was standing beside the convoy, waving goodbye to the special envoy, Chesie.

"Have a safe journey, Lady Cheshire! When you get back, please put in a good word for the Queen, meow!"

Cheshire seemed to be in a good mood, but she ignored the catgirls jumping around and walked straight toward the large black tent at the highest point of the camp.

The fox-woman merchant immediately dropped the sulfur, lifted her skirt, and jogged over to greet him, unleashing a torrent of flattery:

"Lady Chessie! Lady Chessie! The Holy Maiden and the Head of the Clan have been waiting for a long time! We are grateful to Her Majesty the Queen for giving our clan this opportunity. The Head of the Clan will remember this kindness. They have been waiting in the tent for quite some time. Please come in, my lady. Tea and refreshments are ready. What else would you like, my lady? I will prepare it immediately..."

"Get lost." Chesie didn't even glance at her.

"okay."

Without a word, the fox-woman merchant squatted down, rolled on the ground, got up and rolled again, her fawning smile unchanged.

Sulfur watched this scene silently from its cage.

She was about to look away when she met Chesie's one eye.

Chesie stopped in her tracks.

She stared at the white rat in the cage with great interest, a mocking expression appearing on her lips as usual.

"Come back here."

"okay."

The fox-woman merchant rolled back.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is really interesting." Chesie slowly paced around the cage, her one eye peering through the bars at Sulfur's hair and the mark on his neck.

"This time in the Dark Zone, I've found so many interesting freaks."

"Um, Lady Cheshire, we can solve this..."

Before the slave trader could speak, Chesie suddenly grabbed her collar and forcibly pulled the fox girl, who was three heads taller than her, down to her own height.

"The kingdom knows what tricks you're up to, and it doesn't care! But don't treat me like a fool."

Cheshire sneered, turned her head to look at the sulfur in the cage, and her face changed to a very wicked expression.

"Hiding vampires in the rune workshop is a serious crime, but I have a more interesting idea."

"You must have heard of Dwarf Hill."

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At this very moment, in the low hills, in the classroom.

I'm sorry I was born a horse girl.

If I weren't a horse girl, I wouldn't have gone to university to avoid military service. If I hadn't gone to university, I wouldn't have become a teacher. And if I hadn't become a teacher, I wouldn't have ended up in this godforsaken place.

Teacher Ma walked in with a long face, carrying a bunch of mouse eggs.

Two were hanging around its neck, one was perched on its shoulder, three were wrapped around its waist, and one was wrapped around each of its calves.

More baby mice followed her through the dilapidated wooden door, chasing, playing, and rolling around in each other's arms.

An ordinary teacher would have been overwhelmed by this bunch of little brats long ago, but she is a horse mother.

One hand scooped up the little mouse that was about to rush out the door, and carried it back like a carrot, placing it back in its original spot.

The classroom was a complete disaster.

The little mice ran around everywhere, swinging on the cloth curtain that was being used as a blackboard, and drawing circles on the ground with charcoal pencils.

Three more huddled in a corner, comparing whose ears were rounder, and they started arguing as they competed.

"Alright, alright, sit down and get ready for class."

Of course, there were no desks and chairs; the classroom was just an empty food warehouse with straw mats on the floor and a few empty boxes piled up in the corner.

The mice sat on the ground, the ones in the front row were relatively well-behaved, while the ones in the back row were secretly tugging at their companions' tails.

Hold back, think about the gold coins, think about retirement.

The teacher took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, and opened the textbook whose corners were already curled.

"We have history class today."

"Great!"

The mice cheered in unison, and even the ones pulling their tails in the back stopped.

History class always has an unusually large number of students, after all, stories are much more interesting than math.

There were over three hundred mice in the dwarf hill, but only one teacher. So she divided the students into three classes and taught the same lesson three times.

But this damn place has a three-shift system, and the mouse only has time to attend class after helping its parents with chores.

This means she has to repeat the lesson every eight hours, and can only sleep whenever she can find a spare moment.

Tired.

The teacher scanned the classroom.

Ok?

Her gaze fell on a particularly conspicuous figure among the mice.

Lyme sat among the mice, his witch's hat neatly worn, his posture more upright than any of the mice, waiting earnestly for class.

What's with that big hat?

Forget it, forget it.

"In the last history class, we talked about how the current queen of the Rat Kingdom, Victoria Russell, went from being a blacksmith to becoming the leader of the Marigold Rebellion, and how she overthrew the extremely brutal Foxclaw Dynasty, liberating tens of thousands of rats."

"Why she abandoned her earlier enlightened views is a mystery, but if we keep going, the teacher will be hanged, so let's talk about something else today."

The teacher looked up from the book and, sure enough, all the mice were staring at her intently. The little guys loved these heroic stories.

The teacher took a sip of the cold water in her glass and continued:

"Today we will talk about another controversial war hero of the Marigold Uprising."

"The fox eater is Qie Qian."

The teacher put down the cup and turned to the edge of the next page.

She stopped moving.

The water in the cup was trembling.

A chaotic commotion erupted outside the classroom: footsteps, shouts, and crashes.

Someone is shouting.

"Monsters! Monsters everywhere! Quickly take all the children to the shelter!"

Chapter 26 Sudden Attack

Two female mice hung from the rope of the alarm bell on the city wall and shook it with all their might.

The alarm bells blared, their piercing clanging echoing through the mine shafts and ventilation shafts, reaching every corner of the low hill.

Chaos erupted instantly throughout the hillside.

"Don't panic! The foreman is organizing the evacuation, let's go underground!"

Molen shouted at the foreman rats who were still confused about the situation.

The foreman rats were the first to regain their senses, blocking the fork in the road with their bodies, calling out the names of their sisters, and guiding the rat horde to disperse in the right direction.

The rat girls gradually recovered from the chaos and began to move towards the underground shelter under the command of the foreman rats.

Moren ran against the flow of rats, turning and heading towards the city wall, with the militia rats quickly following behind him.

"Bring out all the movable defensive equipment, move all the fire engines, cannons, and crossbows that can be moved!"

Damn it, how could it be so fast!

How could the beast tide have arrived so early?

He and a group of panicked militia rats rushed up the stone steps of the city wall.

A cold wind swept over me.

Morren remembered that the annoying Chesie once said that it was impossible to survive in the Dark Zone without towering walls.

This viewpoint may be too arbitrary.

But just one glance out from the city wall is enough to understand why.

Beast tide.

An overwhelming tide of beasts.

Millions of chimeras surge!

A beast tide that tramples the entire earth—a tide that no human can defeat, or even comprehend!

Looking out from the city wall, the eastern wilderness had been completely submerged by the surging black tide.

sea.

A sea made of black flesh and blood.

The waves surged westward at a terrifying speed, causing the earth to tremble wherever they passed.

They trampled and bit each other, yet seemed to be following a common will, running wildly in the same direction.

"Ruined."

A rat girl collapsed to the ground, "There are so many, how can we possibly stop them?"

Will we die?

"Squeak, I don't want to die."

Molen raised his monocular telescope with a serious expression, pointing the lens toward the direction of the surging beast tide on the plain.

The low hill was not in the center of the beast tide's advance.

The main body of the beast tide surged from the northeast, heading straight for a distant target in the west.

But the raging beast army stretching for tens of kilometers will definitely collide with the northern flank of the low mountain!

Through the telescope, the beast tide was getting closer and closer.

The blurry appearance of the chimera beasts in the front row can already be vaguely seen.

A giant snake with three heads, a wild boar with bone spurs all over its back, a six-legged deer, and a lizard with a forked tail that resembles a venomous snake.

They ran wildly, roaring, their hooves pounding the ground, kicking up dust and pebbles.

"Push the jet-powered train over here!"

"Artillery! Concentrate artillery on the north city wall!"

The militia rats, having seen their share of big scenes, gritted their teeth and pushed the heavy flamethrowers and cannons scattered throughout the city walls toward the north.

These machines are incredibly heavy, and it usually takes four or five mouse girls to move them.