Chapter 4 The tauren fell!

"Human thing!die!die!"

Just when Ictor was in a daze, the rat men present had already begun to move.

As if feeling the contempt around him, the fragile and irritable rat-man unsurprisingly launched a verbal attack.

However, everyone present did not take this seriously. Ratmen are generally only 120 to 150 centimeters tall. They are still hunched, making them appear short. They look easy to bully, not to mention that their weapons are only ridiculously long.

knife.

Upon seeing this, Iket stopped this scene in time through contract control.

It's not that the rat-men will hurt the surroundings when they get angry, but that the 100 rat-men he just summoned will be destroyed directly.

The ratmen currently summoned by Ictor are just the lowest slave rats in Skaven society, and their combat effectiveness is not very reliable.

Before building his own weapons team, Iket felt it was best not to compete head-on with others.

However, this also made the scene quite funny. A human being with a hundred rats would be a famous scene in the history of the Royal Summoner Academy.

The initial summons for everyone was completed quickly.

"Hahahaha! Ictor! What's wrong with your rat man? It's like it's tickling!"

"Okay, I wish you good luck."

However, even if he had ten thousand dissatisfaction in his heart, now was not the time to vent it. That would be too unnoble. De Lacey turned around and left silently, feeling dejected.

"Zhushu? Is there anyone so strong?"

Even though he remained silent, he had already silently recorded this grudge.

Despite the loss of dozens of companions, the morale of the Skaven was not harmed at all.

De Lacey himself had not yet said anything, but the spectators outside the venue began to ridicule him.

Facts have also proved the effectiveness of this method. The rats who had no way to retreat showed unimaginable courage when facing the tauren. Although several rats were knocked away in the first wave of impact, they continued to fight.

The rat men kept clinging to the tauren's body.

At this time, Ictor finally understood why the other party was so unfriendly to him.

The reason is also very simple, just to teach this "cowardly" nobleman a lesson.

"Bull-headed stuff!die!die!"

Faced with de Lacey's slightly "disgraceful" nonsense, Dio, who was born in a regular noble family, persuaded Ickert, even though they were not familiar with it.

"Thank you for your advice, Mr. Dior. You are a true gentleman, but I am a human being. No matter whether I am a noble or not, I cannot escape here as long as I want to be a human being."

In the end, a knife pierced into the chrysanthemum ended the battle, and the minotaur fell with a shrill wail.

"I don't know."

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In the school arena, the two of them had already set up a formation with their respective summons.

"Your rat-man courage is commendable, but it's useless."

However, most of the slave rat's weapons had their blades broken when faced with the thick cowhide.

As a result, an eye-catching battle took place on campus.

Gliman handed over a golden square supply card. The supply card represents the monthly supply level of the territory. According to the monthly support materials, they are divided into gold, silver, and copper. The golden square card can extract 500 kilograms of any mineral every month.

, food for 200 people, and a full set of weapons and equipment for up to 20 soldiers, and they also have priority in obtaining supplies.

Soon, Ictor conveyed new orders to the rat men through the summoning contract.

"That bull-headed thing! Kill! Kill!"

De Lacey commented that such a weak creature only deserves to be assigned to the logistics department, which is exactly what the boy in front of him wished.

However, Ictor did not feel panic. The reason why the rat man could not break through the defense was just because he did not cut at the right place. Every creature has weaknesses, let alone this tauren without armor.

After defeating the Duke's son in the battle for positions, Ictor felt that he should be able to get enough resources to pour out.

At this point, their duel is inevitable.

"Spicy, please, please, it's so spicy!"

The ratmen of Iket also launched a charge.

Not to mention the surrounding audience, they were even more shocked than Gliman.

Not only that, he was well aware of the Rat Man's urinary nature and even borrowed a big sword to supervise the battle from the rear.

After receiving the order, the ratmen began to change the attack parts, eyes, ears, assholes, and even cows. The despicable Skaven don't know what martial ethics is. If the stabbing doesn't work, just scratch and pull hard.

Just saw with a broken blade!

Well, they were trampled to death.

His tauren longed for battle, so how could Ict not long for his ratmen to show off?

"start!"

"The winner is Iket!"

There is no other reason. The Skaven look too weak. So what if there are a hundred Skaven? Even the most common tauren are two meters tall, and they are equivalent to monster infantry in front of these short races.

Ictor was speechless. It seemed that the Ratman's hip-stretching in the early stage was a bit beyond imagination. It might be better after he gets to the territory.

As for the tauren, he can kill a rat easily, but since there are a hundred ratmen, he has to shoot a hundred times in a row to kill all the rats. Ikot's error tolerance is very high.

There is no fear at all.

The direction of the battle was unpredictable. Even Professor Gliman did not expect this outcome, and it took him a long time to regain his composure.

The strong tauren were very fast, and the strong wind during the charge could even blow down the grass on the roadside. The whole cow rushed towards the rat man like a chariot.

What will happen next is, not surprisingly, the battle for positions.

Looking at the extremely tragic death of the tauren, Ictor couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You may not know that in Blue Star, tauren must die."

As a supply card issued by the academy, this configuration can be said to be extremely luxurious, but the Duke's family must have made more preparations than this, and Ictor believes that De Lacey will not mind.

Following Professor Gliman's order, Drase ordered the tauren to rush over at top speed.

"Yes, you have won a fair duel. My child, the academy's weapons arsenal will be open to you. Food and supplies will also be given priority to you. You can also choose the territory first."

The remaining knives, which were relatively tough, couldn't do much damage.

The control of the initial plane contract is not absolute. Ikot can order the Skaven to fight, but cannot prevent them from escaping. Therefore, Ikot can only do this to "stabilize" the Skaven's military morale.

"Listen up! You rats! If anyone dares to take a step back, I will chop you in half with the thing in my hand!"

He actually used such despicable means to knock down his summons! This can't be called a battle at all!

Frontline resources are limited. In order to compete for limited resources and positions and gain priority, the academy will hold a round of games as usual after the initial summons to allocate territory and resources.

"There is only one rule. Whoever's summons falls down loses."

And the one who volunteered to face Ictor was none other than Drase from the Minos family.

As for the lost ratmen, Ictor doesn't care at all. They are just slave rats, and there are still 100 of them for each dimension stone. He can just summon some more when the time comes.

Drase was extremely angry about the fall of the tauren.

"Mr. Gliman, I think I won."

"Ictor, you can refuse this competition. The opponent is the son of a duke. There is nothing wrong with you not to fight."

Relying on their instinctive climbing ability, the rats stabbed the tauren with the knives in their hands from all directions!

When the ratmen faced off against the tauren, even though there were a hundred of them, no one thought Drase would lose.

In a hidden corner of the college, Ictor's baron father fell down from the tree, his face full of excitement.

"Although the tauren didn't have time to capture the armor, he did defeat the Duke's son. This kid really has a lucky break! He's going to be successful!"

Others may still question the potential of rats, but Orwell, as a military aristocrat, is very aware of the importance of population to the military.

After all, the front line is a real battlefield, not a picnic place for summoners!

One dimension stone can produce 100 laborers! Looking at the basket full of yellow stones, Orwell felt that his child's future was limitless!

"This way I can safely support you!"
Chapter completed!