Let go of that monster girl!

Lyme's face instantly turned dark green; he was so embarrassed he was practically steaming.

"For example, if it were the master, it wouldn't be impossible..."

"No way," Morren said outright.

The lime immediately deflated.

When people are well-fed and clothed, they think of silver and jade; now we are clearly in a time of famine.

The core reason is that Moren wants a level 100 super Lyme, not a hundred level 1 weak Lymes.

Otherwise, he could have just gone to the slave market and bought a whole bunch of slime girls wholesale, instead of slowly developing slimes.

The rule 1+1=2 doesn't apply here; no matter how many basic skills you learn, you'll still be a basic player.

Even a hundred mouse girls combined couldn't fly. If you want them to fly, you either need to teach them how to fly an airship, or find a bat girl.

"In short, Lem has a tiny bit of mucus manipulation ability. You can manipulate blood, which is also bodily fluid. See if you can teach her a couple of tricks."

Molen thought for a moment and continued, "I'll think of something else for the rest."

"Alright." Sulfur pursed his lips but still agreed.

"Oh right, what did you see when you went to scout those ant girls in the airbag?"

Sulfur sat up, its mouth moving a few times, seemingly trying to avoid complaining about the single-person airbag that could only land in an explosive manner.

"There are hardly any Ant Girls on the ground now, and there seem to be far fewer Chimera Beasts than before."

Not good.

This is very bad.

Chapter 50 Snow Scene

It's winter.

Fine snowflakes drifted down from the dark sky. There was no wind, so the snow fell straight down, accumulating two fingers deep on the city wall.

Several female rats ran out of the mine entrance, their fur collars covered in snowflakes, squeaking as they left a trail of footprints in the snow.

"Snowing."

"So white and cool."

During their break, the miners rolled snowballs with their little hands and built a snowman with a big round head and two charcoal eyes, one big and one small.

They probably had never heard of carrots before, so the snowman's mouth and nose were drawn directly with their fingers, and they looked ridiculously ugly.

"This is Baron Squeak."

"No way, the Baron isn't that fat."

The mouse girl, still carrying heavy iron bars, passed by while moving railway tracks. She turned her head and glanced at the snowman and the mice still playing in the snow, her face full of envy.

The cook led several female rats from the mine entrance, each carrying a small, steaming bucket with a row of copper cups hanging from its rim.

"Come on, take a break and have some hot drinks."

Hot water was ladled into cups and handed to the mouse girls who were still working.

"It's so warm."

The mouse girl held the copper cup in both hands, covering it with her palms. "It's actually a little sweet."

"In the past, we could only huddle together and shiver to keep warm in winter. We never drank anything sweet."

"We really have to thank the Baron and Miss Lime. We wouldn't have dared to imagine such a thing more than half a year ago."

"Where are the Baron and Miss Lyme?"

"It's on the city wall."

On the city wall.

Sulfur stood next to Morren, wearing a well-tailored fur coat.

A brown fur collar contrasted with her white hair, her dress reached past her knees, and she wore a pair of suede boots.

He looks cute, pretty, and handsome.

However, a closer look reveals that the places that appear to be sewn together from different animal hides have no seams at all; the fur coat was actually cut directly from several pieces of inlaid animal hides.

The inlaid animal hides were extremely thick and heavy, with a rough texture, a grayish-brown color, and a strong, unpleasant, and difficult-to-remove fishy smell.

Since the hills lacked alum and lacquer tree bark for tanning leather, Moren had the ratwomen simply process it with salt and inlaid animal oil, which was both cheap and quick.

The price? Wearing it for a day makes the whole mouse smell like it's just been licked by a dog girl.

But no matter what, this thick fur coat can at least keep out the cold of winter.

Moren turned to look at the mouse girls still playing in the snow below the city wall.

Although the dark zone is shrouded in darkness year-round, the low hills are located on the edge of the area, where the monsoon winds connect with the sunlit zone. The rainy summers and harsh winters do not spare this place.

Having the leisure to play in the snow during winter is a luxury, no matter when or where.

Sulfur stretched its neck outwards, trying to keep its face away from the smelly fur collar, its red eyes filled with disgust.

"It stinks."

"This cloak of yours was carefully crafted and tailored by the cook; it's far superior to those animal hide cloaks that the rat women themselves tanned using inlaid beast brains."

Lyme stood behind Morren, looking at Sulfur's fur coat with envy on his little face.

Slime Girl isn't afraid of the cold, so naturally she doesn't have any new clothes.

Molen noticed Lyme's little action, took off his own leather hat, and put it on Lyme's head.

The hat was too big and slid down, covering half of her face.

"Your Excellency, the flares are ready."

The scout rat stood beside the cannon, holding the ignition rod in its hand.

"fire!"

The fuse was lit, and a burst of flames shot from the cannon muzzle.

The fluorite bullet streaked across the dark night sky with a golden trail before exploding suddenly in the far distance, scattering a large amount of fluorite dust.

A pale yellow orb of light hung in mid-air, gradually flowing downwards and illuminating the vast snowfield below.

In this brief moment of light, the horrific scene below could be clearly seen.

The ant women were dragging the wreckage of the caravan across the snow, leaving long, bright red trails of broken pieces on the ground.

The sudden explosion of a ball of light in the sky made all the ant girls look up. They weren't afraid at all; instead, they jumped around and waved their little hands at the ball of light.

If you ignore the bright red blood still dripping from their mouths, and the victims' hands and arms that haven't finished eating, it's actually a rather cute scene.

Molen felt a chill run down his spine.

The corpses of the people and camels were taken away, and almost all the goods scattered on the ground were abandoned. The ant girls only took the edible parts.

These monsters are so depraved that they would never trade with any normal settlements.

Even if they occasionally take valuables, it's only to set a trap for travelers.

The dark red spears and scimitars in their hands were all living weapons that grew from insect shells.

As long as there is an unlimited supply of food, there will be unlimited growth and unrestricted expansion.

Eat, move forward, grow, eat, move forward.

Compared to Ant Girl, the slave traders in the new market seem far too normal.

Sulfur suppressed his disgust, and Morren put down his binoculars, his face darkening.

"This is a big problem."

"There are significantly fewer ant girls on the ground now. They have probably built nests underground. It won't be long before we face an army of tens of thousands of ants."

Completely different from the beast tide, the ant girl is extremely cunning and has a strict system.

They won't just blindly run into the city walls; there's no tactic they can't use.

The ant girls are very weak, but fearless and can withstand a battle loss rate of up to 100%.

Numerous tiny ant girls swarmed around highly specialized soldier ant girls, digging through city walls and flying up to the fortress, covering the sky and earth—a scene straight out of the soldiers' nightmares.

Even an equal number of regular rat kingdom troops would find it difficult to take the city with minimal casualties, let alone the ant girls who often have a tenfold or greater numerical advantage.

Even if the enemy manages to eliminate these adorable goblins with great difficulty, their numbers will increase even more in less than half a month.

Fortunately, unlike the beast tide, the ant girls have a well-known fatal weakness.

Queen ant.

Morren continued:

"We must strike first, find the queen ant and deal with her. We can't let these monsters lead us astray."

The scout mouse lowered its binoculars and said worriedly:

"But, Your Excellency, the month of calamity is less than a month away."

"That's the most troublesome thing. They probably plan to launch an attack during the Disaster Month. Anyway, as long as the queen ant is alive, it doesn't matter if all the soldier ants die during the Disaster Month. They can force us to die anyway."

The month of calamity is a big problem in itself. No one is willing to launch an attack when the month of calamity is approaching. Excessive consumption of war reserves may make it impossible to survive the month of calamity.

What a disgusting conspiracy.

Those ants truly live up to their name.

Therefore, Morren not only has to win, but he has to win quickly and cleanly.

"We must take advantage of the queen ant still carrying the eggs and wipe them all out."

Sulfur pressed the fur collar down, revealing her entire fair face.

"But we don't even know where the anthill is. How about we do what we did at the slave market and use me as bait?"

Molen shrugged, spread his hands, and gave a smile that made Sulfur uneasy.

"Why go through all that trouble? Haven't you ever seen ants moving house?"

Chapter 51 The War Conference at Wolfsburg

Jimmy was less than half the height of the wolf hunter leader, and he was lifted up from under the armpits by the leader's two large hands.

The cat's toes couldn't even touch the ground; it was just dangling in mid-air.

The cat is very scared.

The cat dared not speak.

Even cats don't dare to meow.

The wolf hunter leader carried Jimmy up the stone steps.

She was enormous, and every step she took caused a dull tremor, making Jimmy sway along with her.

Jimmy tilted his head and looked down, where the Wolfsburg complex stretched out under the dim yellow light of the fluorite.

The numerous low stone barracks are neatly arranged with even spacing, narrow windows, and flat roofs, clearly built for long-term troop deployment.

Occasionally, one could see a few slightly taller wooden and stone buildings nestled among the barracks, with faded signs hanging on them, but those coming and going were either customers or visiting caravans.

There were an absurd number of chimneys; almost every three or four barracks had a thick stone chimney, emitting varying degrees of white smoke, and the entire Wolfsburg was shrouded in the smell of cooking smoke.

The warehouses were densely packed, with bite-proof chains hanging on the iron gates, and wolf-girl sentries crouching at the entrances, dozing off.

There were a great many wolf girls and dog girls walking among the barracks. The wolf girls were quite tall, and the dog girls were slightly shorter, but each of them was at least one head taller than Jimmy.

Jimmy's poor caravan was slowly making its way down the road, followed by a large group of drooling dog and wolf girls.

Baron Dwarf Hill's castle is located atop a mountain, as is the residence of the Lady of Wolfsburg.

But even so, Jimmy remembered a historical story she had once heard Molen tell.

The hill was originally a mining area, while Wolfsburg was a military fortress from the very first day it was built.

This place guards the key mountain pass leading from the plains to the eastern mountains. Many years ago, snake maidens from the Eastern Kingdom built this fortress, which was said to be an invincible fortress.