Let go of that monster girl!

But later, the wolf girl and the dog girl took over the place without suffering too many casualties. As for its later integration into the rat girl kingdom, that's another story.

Yes, Jimmy still remembers why the Baron told this story in the first place.

What he wanted to say was:

These idiots have absolutely no brains to build this thing on the hilltop.

Wolfsburg was once surrounded by mountains and forests; now it is surrounded by vast expanses of fungal forests.

It was covered with nutritious wood mushrooms and other miscellaneous mushrooms; most tourists would probably mistake it for the depths of a dark zone.

Only these idiots would grow mushrooms like this; of course, only they could grow mushrooms like this.

For most animals, fungal infections are just a side dish; as for fungal infections?

Fools don't get sick.

"Where are you taking the cat?"

Jimmy finally managed to utter a sentence.

The wolf hunter leader remained silent, but a female wolf beside her answered for her:

"Mom wants to see you."

Jimmy shrank back in fear.

The legendary Mother of Wolves, the White Devil, Bruce Gwendolyn Wannath.

Legend has it that she ate ten Chimera Beasts in one meal.

Legend has it that she threw a rune bomb that killed fifty black foxes before the bomb exploded.

Legend has it that the snake spirit bit her, and ten days later the snake spirit died in agony.

In the southern part of the kingdom, everyone knew her name, but very few people claimed to have seen her face.

It's very likely that everyone who saw her is dead!

"The cat was wrong, the cat won't do it again, please don't eat the cat..."

Jimmy was about to cry.

The wolf hunter leader carried Jimmy through a heavy, tall iron gate and into the hall of the wolf castle.

Jimmy stared in surprise.

The hall was extremely spacious with a very high dome. Two rows of thick stone pillars stood facing each other, each pillar inlaid with a beautifully carved fluorite lamp that emitted a dim yellow light.

The stone walls were covered with hunting trophies and all sorts of weapons.

Long swords, short knives, battle axes, bows, and all sorts of giant beast heads that Jimmy couldn't recognize were densely nailed to the wall.

In the center of the hall stood a long dining table that stretched from the entrance to the far end, covered with a red coarse tablecloth and laden with exquisite food.

A whole chicken roasted until golden brown and oozing with oil, a small mountain of smoked meat strips, thick slices of pork chops, and a rich milk soup served in a large earthenware jar.

There was also a whole hind leg of some unknown animal resting on a fork, with grease dripping onto the large plate and pooling into small puddles.

At the far end of the table, a huge throne stands out prominently.

The throne was made entirely of swords, longswords, shortswords, daggers, and curved blades intertwined, with the hilts facing inwards and the blades facing outwards.

Layer upon layer, welded together, gleaming with a cold, grayish-black luster.

On either side of the dining table sat dog girls with solemn expressions and gorgeous clothes.

All eyes turned to look at Jimmy, who was being held in mid-air.

Jimmy trembled as his gaze swept over the steaming dishes on the table, and a terrible thought came to mind.

I don't think I'll find a plate and put myself on it.

"Cats don't taste good..."

"You're the leader of the cat-and-mouse caravan?"

A solemn and dignified female voice came from the end of the long table. It wasn't loud, but the entire hall fell silent instantly.

"Yes, it is."

Jimmy's voice was trembling.

"Are you from the new market?"

"Yes, it is."

Jimmy was almost in tears.

Have you been to Aishan recently?

"Yes."

Jimmy looked around the entire hall in fear, turning his head left and right, but he couldn't find the source of the sound.

Is this the legendary, mysterious wolf mother Gwendolyn? She is indeed very mysterious and terrifying!

boom!

"Mom is talking to you! Why are your eyes looking around like that!"

The long table was slammed down, and a female dog near the throne stood up and angrily rebuked:

At the far end of the long table, above the edge of the tabletop, a small hand slowly rose and waved to the dog girl, signaling her to be quiet.

Jimmy then noticed that at the end of the long table, on the Iron Throne, a small dog girl's head was peeking out.

"It doesn't matter, just put this kitten down."

That's what the voice said.

The wolf hunter leader released his grip, and Jimmy's feet touched the ground, almost causing him to fall on his backside.

Jimmy looked up and saw the wolf hunter leader, who was nearly four meters tall, looking down at her; he was like a black mountain.

Jimmy lowered her gaze slightly; her height was almost exactly the same as the long table legs.

So you can just see that on the other side of the table, the Iron Throne is covered with several thick books, stacked up in a pile.

The little white dog girl sat on top of the pile of books, her two short legs dangling in the air, unable to reach the ground.

Ahh.

It seems so.

This Iron Throne was made by the snake girls.

It doesn't fit.

“Tell me everything you saw in the new market and the hills.”

"Mother of Wolves, White Devil, Mother," Bruce Gwendolyn Wannas commanded in a crisp voice.

Unfortunately, she was too short, and Jimmy wasn't tall either, so the whole roasted chicken on the table, golden brown and dripping with oil, completely blocked her head.

You can't see any at all.

Chapter 52 The War Conference at Aishan

Foreman Rat raised his hammer, seemingly still recalling the day he fired the cannon and blasted Little Ant Girl into a daze, looking eager to try it himself.

"My lord, those ant girls are so weak. If we send over two thousand rats to attack, what's ten thousand ant girls? Each rat girl can only take on five!"

Molen gave her a speechless look.

"Do you think you're one of those stupid dogs from Wolfsburg?"

Wolf girls and dog girls are born to fight, while rat girls are probably born to run away with their heads down.

Those wolf girls basically only know one tactic: charging. But they are naturally very disciplined, and can coordinate their actions even when they are acting on their own.

But given the Dwarf Mountain Mouse Girls' level of organization, even if you took two thousand Mouse Girls on a spring outing, a few would still get lost.

As soon as any of the front-row mouse girls are injured or killed, the timid mouse girls in the back row will immediately scatter and flee.

Training combat will is not something that can be done overnight.

This is why Molen didn't rush to expand the militia or promote any integrated farming and combat operations in the low hills.

He cherished each and every one of the mouse girls, and he remembered their names. He couldn't bear the thought of a few dying today or a few dying tomorrow.

He was absolutely not happy about the "stack rat heads to exchange blood" strategy that Wang Guojun liked so much.

The tactics for low hills should be simple and reliable.

Even those idiots from Wolfsburg wouldn't waste their energy on a protracted battle with Ant Girl; you'd be the one at a disadvantage with a 1:10 casualty ratio.

The reason why the wolf mother Bruce went through all that trouble to transplant a fungal forest near Wolf Castle was because...

Individual ant girls are very fragile and are very susceptible to disease and poisoning.

Those infectious spores can easily turn ant women into fungal corpses in large numbers, and the queen ant's nest dares not approach the fungal forest.

As for the mushroom cultivation industry that arose from this, she simply did it as a side project.

The foreman's meeting room was a newly excavated rock chamber, the ceiling of which had not yet been polished and was rough with chisel marks.

Several fluorite lanterns hung on the rock studs that Morren had just hammered in, their pale yellow light swaying gently.

Located below the original mining rat habitat, this area is one of the first sites to be developed as part of the residential expansion plan.

The clanging of chisels and the giggling of the rat girls could be heard from next door; the mining rats were expanding the adjacent cavern.

Several mining rats were working together to lift a large chunk of gravel onto the load plate of the electric hoist. They had loaded it too much, causing the wooden gears to rattle and the ropes to be so taut that they could barely pull it.

The mine rat next to him stomped its feet in frustration.

"There's too much, there's too much. Take two less pieces."

"Every extra piece we can carry is a piece we can carry."

They quickly moved the top stone down again, and the hoist slowly climbed up with a creaking sound.

very noisy.

However, Morren feels uncomfortable if he doesn't make noise.

In the conference room, all thirty-one foremen stood in a circle around a map spread on a stone table. Some of the shorter foremen had to stand on stone benches to see the markings on the map.

Several winding paths were drawn on the map with charcoal pencil, all of which were the transport routes recorded by the scout rats over the past few days when they used binoculars to observe the ant girls carrying victims and spoils.

It winds its way around hills, across plains, and along the road.

All the routes converge at one place.

Molen took out a charcoal pencil and drew a circle on the map.

The location of the ant nest is in the Dessert Hill mine.

The foreman rats chattered amongst themselves.

"Did any rats come from Dessert Hill? What kind of mine is that?"

"It seems to have been dug up by a family of leatherworker rats, who have been digging for many years."

"What did you dig up?"

"I don't know, it seems like they didn't actually bring anything out in the end."

"The little shoes they make are especially cute."

"It seems they were also rescued by the Baron. Should we go and ask them?"

"The fur coats they've been making lately are quite cute, but they still smell really bad."

"Let's not discuss what's in the mine for now," Morren said, steer the discussion back on track.

Ant girls themselves do not possess magic, which means they cannot, like some golem girls or other monster girls, directly turn into mud and swim in rock formations.

Underground excavation is a huge undertaking. Although formic acid makes them dig much faster than the rat girls, the ant nests require a very large volume.

Finding a pre-existing underground space as the basis for a nest is clearly a logical move.

A young foreman mouse thought for a moment, then quickly raised his little hand.

"Why not just use acid fire in the mine tunnels? The space is so narrow, one spray can cover a whole area, whoosh whoosh whoosh!"