I have a city in another world

Chapter 6894 A guy who doesn't know his own mortality

The rat monks broke through the defenses and attacked indiscriminately throughout the manor, killing people and dogs alike without leaving any survivors.

They were wanted by the Wizarding Alliance, and once captured, they would face certain death. They were forced to hide everywhere and dared not appear in public.

Having been exposed to darkness for a long time and colluding with other rat monks, he became increasingly unscrupulous in his actions.

This group of twisted bastards truly regard human life as worthless, and are even more vicious and cunning. They are capable of anything as long as the money is right.

The slave traders relied on their superior weaponry to crush elves and other races.

To avoid leaks and further trouble, they would often destroy villages and exterminate entire clans.

Regardless of age or gender, anyone who does not meet the standards will inevitably be killed.

When these two types of scoundrels get together and start fighting, it's definitely a dog-eat-dog scene worth looking forward to.

The rat monk lived up to his reputation, showing no fear or retreat whatsoever when facing the well-equipped slave-catching team.

Instead, they became increasingly excited and ferocious, regarding the slave hunters as excellent prey and wanting them to experience the feeling of being tortured and killed.

Only more cruel methods could instill genuine fear in the slave hunters, causing them to die in despair and agony.

A rat-like monk carried a specially made composite bow, its surface covered with complex and mysterious runes.

He moved with lightning speed, continuously firing hunting arrows that accurately struck the slave hunters.

He could have killed his opponent with a single arrow, but he insisted on shooting him several times. The sharp arrows pierced through his body, causing the slave hunters to scream in agony.

Only after he had had his fill of playing did he shoot an arrow through the skull and continue searching for new prey.

There was also a rat-like monk, dressed in a blood-red robe and carrying a butcher's knife, who kept wandering around.

He moved with incredible speed, like a blood-red shadow, constantly slicing open the throats of the slave hunters.

He then began to frantically suck blood, soaking his robes, while letting out a blissful laugh.

The other rat monks were even more ruthless; they enjoyed this conquest and slaughter, and could vent their ferocious emotions without restraint.

Seeing the demonic rat-like monk, the slave-catching team was terrified and turned to retreat without hesitation.

If they had been a step slower, they would have all died here.

What the manor becomes after they leave is none of their business.

Staying here won't change the outcome; it will only add more corpses to the manor.

The slave-catching team captured slaves for the Duke in exchange for generous rewards, but that didn't mean they had to risk their lives to protect the manor.

The rat monk, however, did not want to let them leave, because each head represented a generous reward.

Watching bounties slip away right before their eyes was something the rat monks absolutely could not tolerate.

A chase ensued, with gunfire echoing throughout and headless corpses appearing from time to time.

The attack on the slave plantation went much more smoothly than expected, which secretly relieved the team in charge.

Interrogating the prisoners revealed that the slave plantation had indeed received word that it was about to be attacked.

The manager of the slave plantation, however, was very confident in the plantation's defense system, believing it would hold out for half a month.

The Duke's reinforcements will arrive in just half a day. If we ask the lords of nearby territories for help, they should respond accordingly.

By then, the attackers will be surrounded and will either be killed or surrender.

The plantation manager stated that he would hang all those who surrendered, so that the outside world would know the price of offending the slave plantation.

This arrogant fellow, with a dog leash around his neck, is currently swinging on a large tree in the manor.

His retinue, too, was hung by the rat monk on sharpened branches, like birdseed waiting to be dried.

Upon storming the manor, Yves immediately demanded that the slaves be guaranteed safety and transported away as quickly as possible. Those tasked with this mission were handpicked mercenaries with high reputations within the trade.

Those with poor reputations were all eliminated to prevent them from causing trouble at crucial moments.

The command team was also well aware that the employer was paying such a high price in order to seize the alien slaves from the manor.

They also attached great importance to this crucial step and immediately supervised the mercenaries to begin searching for a new location.

In the underground prison, a large number of foreign slaves were discovered, imprisoned in different cells.

To ensure the integrity of the goods, trainers would not harm the slaves' flesh during punishment, but would often use more painful tortures.

Therefore, when they were rescued, they all had blank stares and were manipulated like puppets.

The mercenaries took out hoods and put them on the heads of these alien slaves, then led them to be transported by vehicle.

As the operation was underway, three rat-like monks suddenly jumped out, leering at a group of alien slaves.

These foreign slaves were all female, and all were carefully selected high-quality individuals, possessing a fatal attraction to males.

Some crazy and perverted people especially regard it as a treasure and can't wait to possess it.

"We risked our lives to storm the slave plantation, drove away those slave-catching teams, and went through so much trouble. It's only fair that we enjoy the company of one or two foreign slaves!"

A rat-like monk cackled, his eyes fixed on a slender cat-like girl, drool involuntarily dripping from his mouth.

"Yes, such a wonderful thing, why should only you enjoy it, while I can only look but not touch it!"

Another rat-like monk, following a foreign girl's plump, round buttocks, seemed eager to climb up and sniff and lick them.

The other rat-like monk, though silent, made no attempt to conceal the lewd gleam in his eyes.

Yves stood beside the car, coldly observing the three rat monks. He noticed that one of them was a formal wizard, while the other two were advanced apprentices.

It seems that becoming a formal wizard is not necessarily as glamorous as imagined. If one falls into depravity and indulgence, one will end up like this.

At this moment, Yves felt even more grateful to Tang Zhen, who had given him a second life.

Faced with three men who broke the rules and attempted to offend the slaves, Yves merely issued a cold warning.

"Back off immediately, or don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Despite Yves's warning, the three rat monks showed no sign of backing down, instead adopting a clearly provocative stance.

There were other figures lurking in the shadows, silently watching, their intentions equally malicious.

Yves sneered inwardly. He knew that this group of greedy rat monks had been driven by lust and thus conceived the idea of ​​devouring their master and breaking their promise.

This group of unscrupulous lunatics are completely driven by self-interest; they're capable of anything to gain what they want.

The rat monk is a double-edged sword; he can indeed help with tasks, but one must bear the risk of being bitten in return.

In this situation, you absolutely cannot back down or back down, otherwise the other party will definitely take advantage of your position.

Like a hunting python, it probes little by little until it completely devours its employer.

Fortunately, Tang Zhen had anticipated this before the operation and lent Yves some equipment.

Yves was also a decisive person. After realizing the other party's intention, he instantly activated the ring on his left hand.

A bolt of lightning erupted in an instant, like a gleaming, ferocious electric snake, and instantly coiled around the three rat cultivators.

The greed and arrogance on their faces instantly turned into terror and despair, and they cried out in a pitiful voice, "Stop! Spare us!"

However, the next moment, three loud bangs rang out in quick succession, followed by a cloud of dust.

The three rat-like cultivators were instantly reduced to dust!