Chapter 88 The Surrendering Engineering Rats
As the big man raised his hand and fired two heavy cannons to send him away, the Iron Tooth Tribe perfectly explained what it means to be defeated like a mountain.
The mole men who emerged from the hatch surrendered decisively, and immediately exposed the guy who encouraged them to ride this thing out to find trouble.
"Demon, Lord Demon King! We are forced!"
Gabeng's face was full of panic, and then he glared angrily at the gear mechanism not far away, pointed over there and shouted.
"They're all those guys! They're hiding there to watch the fun! Send Ga Bang here to die!"
"That's right! We were all forced here!"
Bang Bang’s head was nodding like garlic. His short and fat body tried to squeeze out from behind Ga Bang, but he underestimated his waistline and got stuck on the circular hatch together with Ga Bang who was squeezed in front of him.
"Get out of the way!"
"You give way first!"
"%￥#@!"
Looking at the two moles that were pinching together, Sarah turned her face to look at Luo Yan, shook the dagger in her hand, and asked with her eyes if she needed to do it herself.
Luo Yan shook his head expressionlessly, then turned his attention to the gears not far away and raised the wand in his hand.
Is it the rat hiding in the tunnel?
What spell is best to use?
Before Luo Yan could figure out what spell to use, the group of moles hiding behind the gears panicked and rolled out one by one.
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"Woo, woo, we are also forced..."
"Sir, I still have a litter of children to raise..."
Being disturbed by the chirping sound, Luo Yan impatiently threw an ice pick and hit them at their feet.
"That's enough, shut your mouths! Or I'll reduce your numbers."
Looking at the icy floor, the mole people shut their mouths instantly and huddled together in the corner, like marmots being driven into the corner.
Looking at the calmness of these little guys, Luo Yan nodded approvingly and continued to ask.
"Very good, now what shall I ask, and what shall you answer me...First of all, how did you know that I am the Demon King?"
A dozen mole men looked at each other, and encouraged each other to speak first, but after a long discussion, they could not come up with a representative.
Luo Yan coughed impatiently.
The mole people were startled when they heard this cough. They no longer cared about being modest and spoke in all directions.
"You, you know necromancy..."
h "There is no one in the entire labyrinth who is more like the Demon King than you!" Quality! "
"It's just the Demon King himself! No, the Demon King himself!"
The group of mole people started to flatter each other as they talked, but they didn't hit the mark at all.
Luo Yan looked at the noisy group impatiently and continued.
"Since you know who I am, why don't you come out to see me."
"The mole men shivered and said in a sharp voice.
「I, we dare not...」
"We came here because we heard that the devil here was dead..."
"If we knew you were still alive... Bah! If we knew you were here, we would definitely not dare to offend your majesty."
Hearing the interesting information, Luo Yan raised his eyebrows slightly.
"You? How many more people do you have?"
One of the mole men swallowed and said in an uncertain voice.
"One thousand... No, maybe ten thousand?!"
Apparently no one has counted them carefully, so much so that he doesn't even know how many moles there are in his tribe.
Octot and Bond stared at the group of little guys expressionlessly, while Sarah's eyes were completely attracted by the tails scurrying around.
She couldn't help but swallow as she remembered the smell of roasted tail.
As if feeling the malicious gaze, each mole man was frightened and made a creaking sound.
That was the sound of the front teeth chattering.
When these guys finally stopped making noise, Luo Yan looked at the three moles closest to him and continued to ask patiently.
"Which of you is Zhuangzhuang?"
He couldn't remember the other two names, so he only remembered this one that was easy to remember.
"I, I am..."
A thin mole crawled out tremblingly. He was a little taller than the little devil, but he seemed to be less courageous than Missy.
Luo Yan stared at those frightened eyes and continued to ask.
"Who is your leader? What is his name, what is the name of your tribe, and where is it located."
This question stopped him, and he hesitated for a long time before he could say a complete sentence.
"Boss? We don't have a leader... that's right! Parliament! The Council of Thirteen Teeth is the leader of the Iron Fang Tribe!"
Parliament?
Is he imitating a dwarf?
Luo Yan seemed to have seen in the textbook that some dwarves and goblins in the Wanren Mountains seemed to practice a parliamentary system.
Considering that these moles most likely migrated from the Wanren Mountains, and might have been slaves of dwarves or goblins, there is a high probability that this is some kind of cosplay behavior.
"Then where do you usually hold meetings?"
Zhuangzhuang said nervously.
「就，就在这大殿后面的……大人。包括我们的部落，所有人全都在后面！」
罗炎用魔杖指了指前面的路。
Before he even took two steps out, he was almost frightened and fell down by the sound coming from behind.
“Listen, little mouse, if you dare to play any tricks...I will make you regret coming into this world.”
This sentence may not be a deterrent when spoken by others, but when spoken from the mouth of a necromancer, it is given a completely different meaning.
Zhuangzhuang did not dare to neglect, screamed, and ran forward with all four limbs together.
「Yes——!」
Luo Yan then looked at the other moles, and pointed the wand in his hand at the strong back.
"Follow him."
"If he leads the wrong way, remember to remind him."
All the mole men responded sharply, and quickly caught up with the strong footsteps.
「Yes!!!」
Behind the Mechanical Temple is another empty hall.
However, unlike the previous mechanical temple, there are not so many complicated and weird parts here, nor are there mountains of garbage. Instead, there are rows of densely packed metal shacks crowded in the open space of the hall, just like the shelves of a logistics company.
Obviously.
The platforms and partitions originally located in this area have been demolished, and these metal shacks are made of those materials.
These moles are like locusts, causing chaos wherever they go.
If the Shadow Weaver clan only dug holes and built illegal buildings on the edge of the maze, then these guys were doing the work of a decoration team, dismantling all the hard and soft decorations in the maze, and then replacing them with their own style.
Luo Yan originally thought this was some kind of breeding farm, but after asking, he found out that this is actually where these mole people live.
Tens of thousands of mole-men eat, drink and litter here.
Crowded, chaotic, without any order at all... Even the rat people in the Beifeng Mine don't live as sloppily as they do.
Mole rats that live high up throw their food scraps and feces below. When the metal shacks below are flooded with feces, the moles below run to build new houses above, repeating the cycle day after day... until their feces buries their former upstairs neighbors.
Although the environment here is narrow, it does not make them feel crowded. Instead, it provides them with an unparalleled sense of security.
On the other hand, this kind of order and security of feeding each other's shit is probably something that only this group of mole people can endure.
It was as expected by Luo Yan.
·The Parliament may be just right for the dwarves, but it is still too advanced for this group of mole-rats.
Even when they were at the critical moment of life and death, no one who could handle the matter took the initiative to stand up.
The people around were either theatergoers or people leading the way.
The stinky smell made Sarah couldn't help but frown her eyebrows, and unconsciously leaned behind Luo Yan... because that was the only place that smelled better.
Luo Yan also stopped moving forward.
Because he couldn't help but start to think about whether it was still necessary to do this.
Zhuang Zhuang, who was crawling in front, stopped and looked back at Luo Yan tremblingly.
"The Parliament... is right in front, Lord Demon King, are you sure you want to go there? I don't remember if there is a meeting there today... maybe, it may be empty."
At the same time as he stopped, the heads of moles poked out from the shadows under the shack, looking nervously at the four intruders in front of them.
Like the little guys who got out from under the gears, they were all helpless in the face of the intruders and had no idea what to do.
Looking at the rows of densely packed "hamster cages" and the fearful little heads, Luo Yan finally gave up the idea of going deeper, and instead spoke slowly with a majestic voice.
That cold voice made Zhuangzhuang's heart tremble, his hands and feet became cold, and he shut his mouth in silence, not daring to say another word.
Luo Yan paused for a moment, raised the wand in his hand to inject magic into his voice, and then slowly spoke towards the settlement in front of him.
"When I stepped here, I was surprised."
The plain voice could not hear the ups and downs, and the moles quietly watching on the side did not know what he wanted to do, and could only continue to watch curiously.
Seeing more and more eyes focused on him, Luo Yan stopped being polite to these guys and continued in a cold tone.
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"I'm surprised that in just a few months, a group of stinking rats ruined my maze into this ugly and smelly appearance!"
That majestic voice was like the cold wind of winter, blowing mercilessly on the face of every mole man.
The biting cold seemed to blow deep into the bone marrow of every mole man, and deeply stung their hearts.
Fear.
Anger.
However, he was indifferent.
This is the reaction of these guys.
They were angry at being treated like mice, but they couldn't muster any courage to resist, so they could only tremble and bury their heads.
Intimidation——
This is the simplest and most concise way to deal with these cowards.
In other words, this is the most suitable method to tame them.
Luo Yan looked around.
As expected, all those who came into contact with him lowered their heads in submission, fearing to meet his gaze for even a second.
Hum with a faint smile on his face, Luo Yan announced the outcome of the Tieya tribe in a majestic voice like a real villain.
"You probably haven't understood the situation yet, so let me explain it to you now."
"This is the territory of hell, and you are the intruders occupying the magpie's nest. Not only have you made a mess here, but you have also dismantled the parts that should have played a greater role into scraps, and made the garbage that you are so complacent about but is actually ridiculous!"
"I'm not interested in talking nonsense with you. You only have two choices - surrender, or die."
"I will only give you ten seconds."
At the same time as the words fell, the wand in Luo Yan's hand flashed with a dark green light, and the pure evil seemed to come from the deepest part of hell.
Seeing that the Demon King was about to cast evil undead magic, all the mole people panicked and screamed in fear.
Facing the threat of death, someone finally reacted and took the lead in jumping out of the group of rats and crawling on the ground, screaming and shouting.
"Long live the Demon King!"
Seeing someone raise his head, the moles huddled in the iron shack followed suit, crawling out of their homes one after another, kowtowing to the ground in panic.
"Long live the Demon King! Long live the Demon God! Long live Hell!"
"Iron, the Iron Fang tribe will always be loyal! Always surrender to you!"
From now on, you are our lord! We will follow your footsteps to the death! "
The voices of various voices echoed in the vast hall, and Luo Yan could feel the fear deep in their hearts from the panicked shouts.
It is enough.
Luo Yan had no intention of actually killing them all. Even before he came here, he had already thought of how they could be used.
Following the construction team of the Shadow Weaver clan, the necropolis will have several more skilled decoration teams, as well as skilled craftsmen who are good at carving inscriptions.
Compared to the rat men who are difficult to discipline, mole men still have training value.
"Starting from today, I declare the dissolution of the Thirteen Teeth Parliament, and the establishment of a new parliament, with the members being those rats..."
While speaking, Luo Yan looked at the trembling little mice following Zhuang Zhuang, and then turned his attention to Zhuang Zhuang.
"As for you, from now on you are the chief of the Tieya tribe and the leader of these little guys."
Zhuang Zhuang looked at Luo Yan in astonishment. He had no time to be surprised by the appointment of this adult, and quickly kowtowed to the leader.
"Yes! My Lord! Zhuangzhuang will definitely live up to your expectations and discipline these little guys obediently."
All the moles around looked at this lucky little guy with envy and jealousy, including the "former congressmen" who were hiding among the rats, their eyes flashed with red fruit.
The moles who had squeezed him out of the group of rats were now eager to swarm up and tear him apart and replace him.
However, precisely because of this, the little guy named Zhuangzhuang worked even harder, and his furry head was almost bleeding on the ground.
Looking at the little guy who was trying his best to show his loyalty, Luo Yan nodded in approval, and then said the last sentence.
"I hope your loyalty is not just lip service."
"If you have any second thoughts, I will make you deeply understand...what it means that even death is a luxury wish."
h (End of this chapter)