"Charge, charge!"
"Evil rats, the evil rats are watching, charge!"
A rat dressed in a tattered black robe waved a bone staff of unknown origin, standing on a sedan chair carried by other rats, dancing wildly.
Its sharp voice reached the ears of every rat around.
The pupils of these rats flickered with a dark green light visible to the naked eye.
A tinge of blood red mixed with the dark green.
The rats went mad.
Screaming as they rushed toward the city walls.
On the other side, Bobo watched this scene, blinking his eyes and frowning as he observed carefully.
"A new evil god, referred to by the rats as the evil rat... Is it a form or a deception?"
Bobo couldn't be sure.
Evil gods often change their appearances to deceive their followers; this is nothing unusual.
Calling it an evil rat, who knows what it really is.
Perhaps it merely took an interest in these sharp-eared rat people, attracted by their inherent malevolence.
