Shakebi finished his thoughts in one breath, and even Lemhi praised the story repeatedly.

If you want to write a story that everyone agrees with, the protagonist of the story must be extremely self-centered, and you must be the smartest and lucky mouse in the worldview.

Shaqbi really has two things to do with the Rat Man story.

The background of this story inspired Ictor more, such as the last fencing conference.

It always gives people the feeling of an ancient Roman gladiator. He was wondering whether he should follow his predecessors and open an arena?

The fencing conference is the finale of the year.

At that time, he will be the banker and collect some tickets. Wouldn't it be nice?

This idea was immediately classified by Ictor as the development plan of the territory's urban stage.

Ictor was very satisfied with Shaqbi.

"Shakeby, you are a rat. I allow you to go to the education class to report, learn to write, and move into the village from now on. The treatment standards are based on the standards of clan rats.

After every night, come to me to communicate and improve the story. If I am not here, try to organize it yourself."

"Fortunately it's rain. No warcraft is in the mood to forage at this time. This is a good time for us to travel through the jungle. The rain will wash away our footprints, smells,

However, what attracted their attention the most was the huge altar in the center of the city.

"Okay, OK, you have the final say."

"Slow down, Ward, Grandma Sanra can't hold on!"

It was also in the dull heavy rain that the soil soaked in the rain had fresh footprints of the werewolf.

Since Aris happened to be very idle in the territory, Shaqbi was arranged by Ictor to study after taking a short rest.

He wants to conduct formal military training during the slack season and redistribute weapons according to the training results.

After everything was arranged, Ictor began to prepare a new round of plans.

And as if in response to his expectations, the forest tribe, the dream-making people in their hearts, took the initiative to find them.

The power of the Forest Kingdom is amazing.

Every werewolf who grew up in the biting tribe has heard such legends from Grandma Sanra.

"I am Priest Birol, friends of the Highlands, and the High Priest knows your origin."

He said so.

A gnoll cried, behind him was a noticeably older female gnoll.

The brightly dressed female zodiac waswolves revealed the civilized atmosphere every move. The stone slabs and stone buildings with twisted symbols made them strange.

Ward said, leading the team forward without saying a word.

Baka was so scared that she screamed. Wardton felt something was wrong, so he and the other werewolves began to watch over the surroundings.

"Baccar Ward is right. Heavy rain is a good time for us to rush. We must not stop.

The wooden gun rod and metal spearhead pointed directly at the jackals in the highlands, and the soldiers were a little at a loss.

Grandma Sanra is indispensable to obtain the help of those gnolls.

"I said keep going!"

Incomprehensible patterns are painted on the colorful masks, and gorgeous bird feathers are inserted at the top of the mask.

And the mother-in-law Sanra behind him also tried her best to express her approval of Ward.

"Welcome, friends from the Highlands."

There are markets with thousands of novel commodities, and countless human craftsmen with their feet tied up by chains.

We must keep moving forward.”

Grandma Sanra is their "bridge" for communication with the forest tribe. This elderly witch once traveled in the forest tribe when she was young.

The gnolls who bit the tribe begged, that the leadership of the team for help was not in their hands.

"Okay, clan leader."

The warrior who was biting the tribe wanted to continue talking, but was retorted by Ward's fierce gaze.

"Hey!"

The seedlings have grown tall enough, but they cannot resist the invasion of heavy rain.

Fortunately, the rat people rushed to the field in time and cleared all the drainage pipes, and the surging water flowed through the drainage ditches to the Vanfuna River.

Priest Birole said to the wolves, but the werewolf grown in these villages had turned into rusty buns.

The battle between the mud seems to be about to break out in the next second.

The already elderly body could not withstand the consumption of long distances, but it encountered heavy rainstorms on the day of departure.

Shaqbi replied happily, and Ictor asked Lemhi to take him to choose a house.

"The zombies there live in tree houses 30 meters high from the ground. The tenacious vines and suspension bridges connect their villages, and they live an elf-like life."

After saying that, Grandma Sanra said nothing, but she was breathing continuously, and Baka had to rush on the road in silence.

However, Ward denied the idea that his companions wanted to rest.

They have never seen such a tall building.

"ah!"

The werewolf who bit the tribe was completely deflated.

After the heavy rain, the werewolves also came to their city under the leadership of the forest tribe warriors.

The gnolls, also wearing straw coats, crossed the Vanfuna River in the midst of danger and went to the other side of the river to look for the forest tribe.

But at this moment, a taller werewolf walked out of the jungle. The colors on his mask were richer, and the face painted on it was even more terrifying.

Heavy rain mixed with lightning, and the drizzle of rain and loud thunder rage in the territory.

In the heavy rain, more and more strange masks began to appear in the forest, and the shaking bird feathers scared everyone in the team.

The simple buildings made of stone and clothes woven with various colors of linen, the people used clay pot containers to form a gnoll jungle civilization like the Mayan civilization.

Since the Black Axe Boy can do it, then I, Sanra, will not break my promise."

A warrior from the forest tribe shouted, and Baka looked back and saw a werewolf wearing a colorful terrifying mask standing behind him at some point.

He was extremely expecting that he would arrive at the Forest Tribe earlier, even if it was just one minute.

The forest tribe has long become a forest kingdom.

When Ictor was writing on parchment paper a new round of plans for the territory, Windersol also ushered in the first rainfall.

Unlike Grandma Sanra's memory, many years after she left, the werewolves of the Forest Tribe had already been integrated.

The rats put on straw coats under the leadership of the team leaders, and those who had the conditions also put on hats and ran towards the fields.

"Ward, it's too much rain. Grandma Sanra needs rest!"

Old man, I just need to have a breath left when I arrive in the Forest Tribe, they can save me.

"But Grandma Sanla"

This tall Mayan pyramid shocked the highland jackals.

"It was the Temple of the Great Saint White, which was made of white stone. Although it seemed to be majestic enough now, it actually took her some time to complete it.

By the way, the Temple of Saint White is the temple we use to worship the great Mother of the Sun, Minai Claria, who has given us civilization and strength!”

Priest Birole explained to everyone, and then he asked Grandma Sanra to carry her down to help, and continued to say to the zombies:

"I know that you need strength to come on this trip, and the high priest has also made a decision. As long as you come, you will definitely send troops to help you.

It’s a pity that you came at the wrong time.”
Chapter completed!