Big Rock City.
In a medium-sized courtyard in a block specially designated for the deacons recruited from outside, Lao Bai squatted in the center of the courtyard, carefully dripping a few drops of black krait venom into a huge stone bowl.
The mouth of the stone bowl is two feet in diameter, and most of the bowl of light blue translucent juice is already filled inside.
As soon as a few drops of the viscous black krait venom were dropped in, the light blue juice spurted out fine foam, and a subtle 'pop' popping sound was heard.
Lao Bai even somersaulted backwards, rolled and crawled dozens of meters away, and crashed into a room.
Several rat men quickly closed the door and blocked the cracks firmly with their soaked fur.
The light blue juice in the stone bowl quickly turned into light black, and then boiled violently. A large amount of juice splashed, and a lot of juice fell on the ground outside the stone bowl. Wisps of faint black smoke gradually rose and merged into the air.
In the distance, cold wind blew from several huge corridors.
The strong wind blew through Dashi City and through this courtyard, blowing away the light black smoke that had blended into the air and was invisible to the naked eye.
After a full quarter of an hour, the closed door quietly opened. Lao Bai poked half of his head out of the crack in the door, carefully looked in the direction of the stone bowl for a long time, and then suddenly opened the door. .
With his hands behind his back, he walked toward the stone bowl with a confident step. As he walked, Lao Bai smiled at the dozen juniors following him: "Actually, the most important thing is to be brave and careful when preparing poisons. It’s about facing big things without being confused at all…”
As soon as he finished speaking, a small bubble exploded in the stone bowl, making a crisp sound.
Lao Bai and a dozen or so junior rat men turned around and ran away. A group of people rushed into the house, crawling and jumping, and closed the door with a bang.
After another quarter of an hour, Lao Bai led a group of juniors and walked out tremblingly.
After standing far away and looking at the stone bowl for a long time, Lao Bai patted his chest and laughed "hehe". He turned around and taught the juniors a serious lesson: "When traveling in the world, safety comes first... face and so on... Haha, it's not important."
A group of junior rat men looked at Lao Bai with admiration, and nodded desperately.
Lao Bai smiled with satisfaction. He led a group of juniors to the stone bowl. He carefully looked at the more than half a bowl of black juice left in the stone bowl. He nodded with satisfaction: "Well, it worked. The quality is not good." Bad...it can almost match the quality of the 'rotten bone marrow' prepared by your grandfather, my grandfather."
As he spoke, Lao Bai narrowed his eyes.
He looked at the juniors beside him, stretched out his hand and patted a strong green rat man on the head.
"Lao Jiu, remember the order in which your father and I just put in the various materials, as well as the approximate dosage... This time, it is your father and I who will prepare the ingredients. Next time, it will be you... If you die, it will be Lao Ten... Old Eleven... Old Twelve... take turns one after another... "
Lao Bai's heart was filled with extremely painful helplessness, but also with a kind of indifference that completely understood the world.
The rat manpower is weak. If a rat tribe wants to survive, it must have a unique skill to protect itself. The ancestral cooking technique of Lao Bai, a rat tribe, is this extremely vicious 'rotten bone marrow' poison.
Even for a master in the Chonglou Realm, if even a tiny bit of skin is scratched, it will rot directly into the bone marrow, and eventually the whole body will fester and die of pain.
only…
Preparing 'rotten bone marrow' is an extremely dangerous thing. Even a veteran like Lao Bai can only succeed once or twice out of ten times, let alone these rookies who have never had any experience in compounding.
There is a high possibility that Lao Jiu will die from poisoning due to an accident during preparation.
Next, it is very likely that several of his younger brothers, that is, Lao Bai's sons, will die one after another.
But... this damn world...
What does it mean to have a few dead sons? There are so many babies in the entire tribe who need to live.
Lao Bai carefully picked up the stone bowl and led a group of juniors into the small building.
From time to time, sneaky ratmen would sneak into the courtyard, bringing with them bags after bags of poorly forged hidden weapons and small daggers of poor quality.
Lao Bai guided a dozen of his sons to carefully apply the poison of rotten bone marrow on these weapons.
To ensure that these weapons are sufficiently toxic, but to prevent the waste of venom, these skills are also the basis for the survival of a rat tribe.
Lao Bai sighed leisurely.
There is nothing that can be done about it. The materials for preparing rotten bone marrow are not easy to collect. In order to hunt a black krait, perhaps a dozen tribesmen will die. Therefore, it takes a lot of time and energy to prepare a rotten bone marrow poison, and Lao Bai himself has to take a lot of risks.
Everything must be used sparingly, everything must be used sparingly...
This bowl of venom didn't look like much, but it contained the lives of about two hundred tribesmen.
Even if the Rat Man's reproductive capacity is extremely strong, such a loss is enough to make Lao Bai heartbroken... He must use it sparingly.
"It would be great if our tribe could have a real pharmacist." While urging his sons to quench the poison, Lao Bai sighed in a low voice: "Legend has it that pharmacists never fail to dispense medicines, and the medicines work well. To the maximum.”
"If there was a real pharmacist..." Lao Bai looked at his sons who were busy carefully and whispered: "Those brothers of yours, hey..."
With his hands behind his back, Lao Bai walked around the room a little uneasily.
There's nothing you can do about taking the risk and mixing rotten bone marrow.
The rat people in the world are all one family. In the past two days, Lao Bai has received very bad rumors from various channels.
It seems that something bad is going to happen within the Shi family.
Always let children have more ability to protect themselves.
"Don't move unless you have to... It's rare to find a generous host... The kids have meat to eat every day." Lao Bai sighed quietly: "In order for the kids to eat meat every day... sell it to him. It’s okay to work hard.”
He clicked his lips, took out a small piece of dried meat from his sleeve and stuffed it into his mouth. Lao Bai chewed the slightly rancid dried meat with an intoxicated look on his face and nodded with satisfaction.
"Hey, Deacon Xiao Tie actually went to that damn place... Also, Elder Shi Hui actually took people there... Xiao Tie, Xiao Tie... Don't let anything happen to you. It's rare for me, an old man, to like a kid who is not a rat cub. Where’s the guy.”
"Black-skinned, One-Eyed, Iron Eight-Eight, they are all not good people... Only you, I like you."
Lao Bai murmured in a low voice. He walked around the house twice and suddenly stamped his feet.
He sighed towards the shadow in the corner of the room and shook his head: "Go, go, get a few kids and stare outside the Hell Demon Mine... to see what is going on over there... Encountered Deacon Xiaotie, if he is still alive, he can help, help..."
Spreading his hands, Lao Bai sighed helplessly: "We rat people, life is not easy... We only have so much ability, we only have so much ability... "
Raising his head, Lao Bai looked at the ceiling and murmured: "Hey, the legends left by our ancestors are not meant to lie to us grandchildren, right? Did our ancestors of the rat people once live on the stars?"
"Stars? Hanging in the sky, bright stars? Are those things real?"
"Void Sun Rat...our ancestors of the rat people are also rich!"
Lao Bai smiled so hard that his face wrinkled, and he felt a little lingering. He took out a tiny piece of rancid meat jerky from his sleeve, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully.
The shadow he just mentioned seemed to become lighter, and there seemed to be dozens of small daggers and fragmentary hidden weapons that had been tempered with venom that were originally placed on the table.
"It would be great to have a pharmacist... If every baby's claws could be tempered with rotten bone marrow... Tsk, tsk." Lao Bai sighed, and then sighed heavily again.
'Dong~~~'!
The long sound of copper bells spread throughout Dashi City.
The rat people who were busy in the house pricked up their ears at the same time, and looked around warily one by one.
Lao Jiu, who had just been warned by Lao Bai, asked nervously: "Did some children steal things again? Are they going to arrest people behind closed doors again?"
Another rat man's eyes widened: "Did he steal food or gold coins? Tsk, I warned them not to do business on the Shi family's territory..."
Another rat man suddenly grabbed a poisoned dagger and shouted nervously at Lao Bai: "Grandpa, are you here to arrest us? Hurry up, pull the dagger, let's go... Grandson and his brothers Cover the back, grandpa and uncles will go first..."
Lao Bai gritted his teeth and slapped a group of nervous children and grandchildren.
"Promise, look at how promising you are... huh? After ringing the alarm, you must be here to arrest us? Can you be a bit promising?"
Lao Bai opened the door suddenly and looked out nervously: "But it's not really the children who have committed trouble again, right? Isn't it just to get some food, drink and something shiny? As for banging the gong like this? A drummer? As for someone who plays gongs and drums like this?"
The sound of heavy footsteps was heard, and a dozen soldiers wearing heavy armor burst into the courtyard.
Lao Bai shouted, his hands were on his belt, and his claws were filled with sharp poison-quenching iron needles. Just as he was about to throw them out, a soldier in the lead had already shouted in a low voice: "Is Deacon Lao Bai here? How many men do you have?" Are you young and strong enough to be used? Take your clan members to the arsenal to get the crossbows... to prepare for war!"
Lao Bai blinked his eyes desperately, and a group of children and grandchildren stood in a neat row behind him, trying hard to block the bowl of venom and a bunch of messy bits and pieces on the table behind them.
A group of rat men bared their teeth and grinned, trying their best to look harmless.
"Prepare for war... Who are we going to... fight against?" Lao Bai's voice was trembling: "The Immortality Cult? Isn't it? Do you really want to fight them? They are a group of monsters... "
The rat people in the world are one family, so Lao Bai has naturally heard about the evils and horrors of the Immortality Sect from various channels.
"Clean out the traitors." A dozen soldiers who broke into the courtyard looked at Lao Bai with twisted faces.
The door was ajar, and Lao Bai poked his head out from the crack of the door. He looked sneaky and cautious. That expression... These soldiers really wanted to kick him in the face.
He has such a sly look on his face, I really want to beat him up!
"Clean out the traitors... This is the order issued by Lord Six!" The leading soldier turned and walked out of the yard: "Although you rats are of no use, but you can always hide behind and shoot hidden arrows, right? Hurry up and go to the weapons library... Bring all the young men you can use."
Lao Bai's eyes suddenly lit up.
The eyes of his children and grandchildren also suddenly became bright and clear.
"Go to the arsenal to get the crossbow arrows... It's free of charge?" One of Lao Bai's sons stuck his head out from Lao Bai's armpit and asked loudly towards the group of soldiers who had already walked out of the yard.
The bodies of a dozen soldiers shook violently. They turned around with messy faces and took a deep look at Lao Bai.
Lao Bai grinned hurriedly, revealing his two bright front teeth.
"Of course... no money." The leading soldier said with a grin: "As long as you are loyal and work for Mr. Liu... what good things can't you get?"
"No money!" Lao Bai laughed.
"No money!" A group of Lao Bai's children and grandchildren laughed.
After just half a cup of tea, more than two thousand ratmen poured into Dashi City, running towards the direction of Arms Library with "chirping".
The arsenal of Dashi City is open, and the deacons such as Hei Pi, One-Eyed Man, Tie Ba88 and other foreign recruits have already taken their tribesmen and subordinates to select their favorite weapons in the arsenal.
Piles of armor were placed in the warehouse, and piles of weapons were neatly placed on the shelves.
Not only are all the weapons that can be stored by the Shi family high-quality, they are at least second-grade.
Soft armor of lizard skin, heavy armor of fine iron, boots of various leathers, as well as various swords and spears, longbows and crossbows, even short swords and daggers, etc.
The weapons stored in the arsenal of Dashi City are enough to arm an army of five thousand people.
Although Mr. Shi had recruited so many people a few days ago, the arsenal of weapons in Dashi City was enough to keep everyone armed to the teeth.
Lao Bai happily ran over with all the running and jumping rat cubs in the clan, and happily broke into the arsenal.
Arms Library, which was already crowded with people, suddenly became a mess. People who have never seen such a scene can never imagine what it is like with more than two thousand and nearly three thousand rat men about one meter tall running around all over the ground.
How spectacular!
"It's a pity, why aren't there any armors specially made for rat cubs?" Lao Bai stood at the door of the arsenal, looking at the pieces of armor that were too big for the rat men, and sighed helplessly.
The sound of messy footsteps came, and a dozen tall and powerful Niu warriors rushed over surrounded by a burly young man.
The young man held a whip and whipped the black-skinned wolf warriors at the entrance of the arsenal. "Rebellion? Rebellion? Who asked you despicable savages to come here?"
"Are you rebelling? Are you rebelling? What do you want to do? Who asked you to come here?"
A dull roar suddenly sounded from the side.
An iron dwarf jumped out of nowhere and struck the young man head-on with an axe. Blood splattered everywhere, and half of the young man's body was split open by the axe.