However, now facing the threat of the ratmen, what can these guys do?

Nothing can be done, only bickering in the House of Representatives.

Facing the fury of the Rat King, an elder stood up and shouted, "I've said it long ago. We shouldn't allow the undead army to remain within our territory. We shouldn't even allow the undead to exist. We should eliminate them as soon as possible. There are always some people who refuse to listen to our advice. They are the sinners of the Rat People!"

The elder said, pointing to the new nobles.

Seeing this, the new noble retorted without a shred of amusement, "Don't speak nonsense in front of the great emperor. If you had dealt with the undead army, would you have fought against those infected and demons?"

Just two sentences and chaos ensued.

They blamed each other for their mistakes, trying to appear to be partners in justice.

Boom boom boom!

The scepter fell heavily to the ground, but failed to interrupt the quarrel below.

boom!

"Shut up!"

The Rat King stood up, his scepter pierced deeply into the floor, and he stared at the rats below with red eyes.

A terrifying pressure rose, and a faint green smoke emanated from him.

That was not illusory smoke, but real.

That is the magical ability of the Rat King - plague fog.

The hair on the Rat King's body stood up and his face was full of brutality.

The sudden outburst of the Rat King once again shocked the rats below.

"It doesn't matter who is right or wrong. At this moment, we must find a way to deal with the undead."

"While you are blaming each other, the undead are advancing, taking our cities, and our people are dying."

"I have been too tolerant and too kind to you, which has led to your current situation."

"This is not a small incident; it's a matter of life and death for us."

"Do you really think that the undead will let you go after they've conquered everything?"

"They are a bunch of skeletons without even flesh and blood. They don't care whether you live or die. They will kill you in the name of mercy and turn you into the same appearance as them."

"Stop blaming each other and unite. We need to work together!"

The voice of the Rat King resounded in the ears of every rat present.

The elders and nobles looked at each other, and now they understood that the Rat King had finally returned to his original appearance.

That kind of domineering, that kind of strength, that kind of arrogance.

The older noble recalled how the ratman king looked when he first ascended the throne: domineering, ruthless, and high-spirited.

It was he who pushed the Nezumi into a more powerful position.

It is unknown since when the emperor gradually delegated power, allowing these nobles to have greater rights and greater say.

If it weren't for this crisis, they wouldn't even remember what the emperor looked like.

The noble, so old his beard was gray and his eyelids were almost covering his eyes, stood up tremblingly, bowed, and said to the Rat Emperor, "Great Emperor, have you made a decision?"

The Rat King nodded and said in a deep voice, "I plan to transfer warriors from the Troll Battlefield, and also from the Harpy Battlefield."

As soon as he said this, an elder said, "This won't work, Emperor. The two battlefields are very close right now. If we withdraw soldiers from there, we will likely lose control of both battlefields."

It sounds good to say that it's in a stalemate.

The ratmen were attacked by the undead and lost many city-states.

This means a lack of resources.

The ratman army comes from various city-states, and their resources are also borne and mobilized by each city-state.

With the loss of more than a dozen city-states, the resources on the front line were already dwarfed.

Now it is not the ratmen who are suppressing the trolls and harpies, but the other side who are suppressing them.

If the ratmen's technology was not more advanced than the other two tribes, they would probably have been driven back into their territory.

On both battlefields, the ratmen's armies were struggling to hold on.

There are enough daily necessities, but the ammunition supply is much worse.

If troops are withdrawn from two battlefields, the remaining soldiers will most likely not be able to withstand the trolls and harpies, and the ratmen will then face a three-way defeat.

There was nothing wrong with what the elder said, and he was indeed thinking about the ratmen.

But the Rat King was not satisfied.

The ratmen have lost too much territory and too many city-states have fallen.

If the situation continues like this, sooner or later we will be completely devoured by the undead.

No, there is no need to swallow it up completely. If we lose some more city-states, the Troll and Harpy battlefields will not be able to hold on and the supplies will not be able to keep up.

By that time, there really is nothing that can be done to save the situation.

"We don't have a choice now."

"If we don't get rid of the undead, they will get rid of us."

"We don't have enough soldiers to stop their advance."

"The undead refuse to negotiate, they will keep moving forward."

The Rat King had been thinking about this problem for a long time, and he could not think of any other solution.

The ratmen do have many allies.

But the problem is that the war has now swept across the entire central region, and all ethnic groups are fighting in a chaotic situation.

If he asked for help at this time, no one would pay attention to him.

The ratmen are a large tribe in terms of population, and they are already dwarfed by them. The armies of other races will not be too large either.

What made the Rat King most uncomfortable was that the Undead were a completely new race that had never existed in the central area before.

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