Chapter 92 Clan

In order to discuss overthrowing the love education camp, Tolby led his friends to

hut.

It is actually quite difficult to manage the eating, drinking and littering of hundreds of ratmen.

There are so many rat people creating filth every day that no matter how hard you dig the cesspit, there won't be enough.

So Tolby and the other bullied rats had a new job.

Dung digger.

But I have to say that this job also gave Tolby a lot of convenience.

The biggest convenience is that the people digging out manure with him here are all his own rats.

Although the hut, especially when they were working, was full of stench.

And to make matters worse, Windsor is located in a tropical rainforest.

The scorching sun adds a desolation to the already difficult job.

Fun→The fun is gone.

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Tolby motioned for the dung-rats to gather around, and all the rat-men began to point at the raised scars of the slave rats.

As he spoke, Shushu couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

After hearing this, a rat man also started to complain.

"I can! I can imagine it!"

Another rat took over, his words full of hatred and disgust.

"Oh my Horned Rat! What have they done to you?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! This rat is right, as are those annoying pacesetter rats and clan rats!"

"Tholby! You have suffered the most! You gathered everyone first! Come and lead us to victory!"

"yes!yes!."

"Look at that cunning human thing! He promised to give the rats food and a high position, but the fact is already before our eyes! We are dung-picking rats even more miserable than the slave rats in the past!"

"The stubborn clan! The stubborn clan!"

"My horned rat."

"There are no female rats, so they treat us like female rats! Afterwards, they said that male rats and female rats are the same! I have never seen such a bad-hearted rat!"

"Clan leader, the specific composition of the dung-picking clan has been revealed. They are almost the least rat-like group in the clan. Most of these rats are dung-pickers. These groups have been gathering in the hut for a long time.

But you know, no rat in his right mind would go near there in these hot days, so we never discovered their secret meeting until now."

After hearing the name of the Pouting Clan, the black tea that Iket had just put into his mouth spit out and splashed all over Sasha.

Shushu couldn't even imagine how crazy he must be to put a mortar shell into Shushu's body.

The other rat men followed suit and roared.

"It's not just the Poison Wind Mortar! Think about the Dimension Crusher. If they put those drill bits into our bodies and then started it directly, rats! Is there any more tragic way to die than this?"

"Poison Wind Mortar! The shells on that thing are bigger than my head!"

This matter must be reported to the head of the Iket clan immediately! Immediately!

"What did you say? The poop clan?"

After Shushu finished speaking, he tore off the fig leaf on the spot, showing the shocking, unprecedented, blooming, and rotten things to the Rat people present.

Tired Swallow.

"Yes! Yes, rats! Even if it is for our swallows! Rats must stand up! Overthrow the evil mage's rule quickly!"

"Chief Tolby! Chief Tolby!"

"Blasphemy! What blasphemy! How could the descendants of the Horned Rat die in this way!"

Speaking of Libea, Lemsi hated iron.

"Sorry, sorry, I really can't hold it back. Just in time, you should go take a bath, Sasha."

"Oh my God!"

"Can't believe it!"

Although there is no next meal after the first meal, and although I can’t predict which day I will be eaten, what can I do in the love education camp?

Sasha silently left her seat, opened the door and walked out.

"The bread given to us in the cafeteria is full of sawdust! Damn it! Those things are going to wear through my stomach! Think about the green-skinned mushrooms in the magic city, and the newly deceased companion, my horned rat, that is

A life with plenty of food and meat!”

"Spear! I knew it! Rats! Look, come and see this ravaged scar!"

"Well, I understand this, but what about further information? To what extent has he followed up on the Libea operator you mentioned?"

The little girl was originally amused by this new clan name, but unexpectedly, the smile on her face disappeared in the next second.

On a new day, Tolby taught his subordinates again.

Now, only Ictor, Lemsi and the mouse were alone.

After doing this for so long? Aren’t they still bullied slave rats?

"This is it"

"Yes, yes! Those crazy pacesetter rats! They are already planning to stuff the dimensional lightning cannon into our tired swallows!"

As soon as Tolby finished speaking, a rat covered its head and jumped up crazily.

Ictor asked Lemsi, who briefly recalled what Libea had told him and replied:

Seeing that the atmosphere was in place, Tolby encouraged the rats and said, and the rats below responded to him as he expected.

"It's a spear! Those hateful pacesetters, just to please them, they even stuffed a spear into it! And it's still a spearhead!"

"Quick, do you have any other information about this clan?"

That means life is a little more stable.

"Next year! The year after that! The ones put into our scars might be ratlins! But this is not over yet! Don't forget the dimensional flamethrower and poisonous wind mortar!"

"Okay, since the rats trust me so much, then I will take on the responsibility of the clan leader. First, we need to give the new clan a resounding name!"

Fortunately, after adapting to the smell here, Tolby and the other ratmen lost their sensitive noses, but unexpectedly gained a hidden gathering place.

"Look! Rats! Today it's just a spear! But can you imagine tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, even next year, and the year after tomorrow?"

After the rat finished speaking, he pointed to the slave rat's eternal scar.

"Rat people! The love education camp is a lie!"

Outside the hut, Libea, the house rat, was just about to sneak in and join them when she heard such a terrifying conversation.

Tolby said, adhering to the suffering and pain that the clan has endured, the endless poking and miserable life of shit digging, the clan that remembers the wounds is called!

"The Stubborn Clan!"

The slave rat said angrily, to be honest, it is a miracle that he is still alive now.

"Today it's the spear! Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow it's the magic gun! And after that it's the dimensional spear! But that's not the end yet!"

When he learned this information from Lemsi, Ictor was drinking tea and playing tic-tac-toe with his young apprentice.

This rat is about to sneak in! Why did it just run back out of fear?

No, in order to make the plan foolproof, you need to buy some insurance.

"Clan leader, regarding the work of infiltrating inside, I think we need to send more rat hands."

The chapter card has been reviewed, brothers. The next chapter will be released later.
Chapter completed!