O43novel #610 - Chapter 610: A Race Born from Plague
#610 - Chapter 610: A Race Born from Plague
“H-How much?”
One of the lords dug at his ear.
For a moment, he wondered if he had just misheard.
After all, the number that had been mentioned was simply too terrifying.
“One hundred and fifty billion!”
Luo Di said with a smile.
“If I haven't miscalculated, in a few hours, the mother rats in my world will give birth to new pups, and if I give them enough food and prevent these newborns from killing each other, their numbers will reach over one hundred and fifty billion.”
“But, my math isn't very good, so these numbers aren't very precise....”
Luo Di squinted, his smile giving off an extremely sinister feeling.
Although he wasn't ugly, and could even be called handsome, that smile still made the other lords present feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.
“How is this possible? Why do you have so many soldiers?”
One of the lords asked curiously.
“Even if your race is the Ratfolk, you couldn't possibly....”
Suddenly, noticing the gazes of the others, this lord quickly shut his mouth.
Because he realized that his behavior seemed a bit impolite.
After all, he was asking about the other's secrets.
Every powerful lord has his own secrets, and these secrets are absolutely not to be easily inquired about by others.
“It's okay, I can tell you the answer to that question, because I don't need to hide it.”
Luo Di said with a smile.
“My Ratfolk are a bit different from ordinary Ratfolk.”
“Because my Ratfolk have all been enhanced by black magic.”
As he spoke, Luo Di pulled one of the Ratfolk behind him forward, displaying it to everyone.
Sure enough, as soon as this Ratfolk appeared, the lords immediately noticed that its appearance was very different from ordinary Ratfolk.
“Ordinary Ratfolk are smaller than my Ratfolk.”
“Although their muscle strength is about the same, because my Ratfolk have all drunk black magic potions, their bones are much stronger than ordinary Ratfolk!”
Luo Di nodded towards the back.
The next second, several Ratfolk suddenly pounced forward, pinning the poor Ratfolk to the ground, and then, amidst its struggles, they vivisected it from the middle.
Then, these Ratfolk, while gnawing on its deformed internal organs due to the black magic potion, handed one of its leg bones to their lord, Luo Di.
Luo Di then displayed this still-bloody leg bone to everyone.
The lords found that although this leg bone had no obvious deformation, some tiny bone spurs had grown on its edges, and its weight was slightly heavier than ordinary creatures' bones.
It seemed that this was one of the effects of the black magic potion.
“Moreover, the body modification is only part of the effect of my black magic potion.”
“These Ratfolk, because they drank the black magic potion, also have some mutations in their nerves, making them able to tolerate more pain!”
“Similarly, they will also become more berserk because of the black magic potion.”
“Especially when they see blood!”
After speaking, Luo Di stabbed the tip of the bone in his hand hard into a Ratfolk who was still licking blood.
In an instant, the bone penetrated into the Ratfolk's waist.
But to everyone's surprise, this Ratfolk did not show any fear or let out any screams.
Clearly, basic pain could no longer affect this Ratfolk.
“Of course.”
“After drinking the black magic potion, these Ratfolk's lives will not exceed one year.”
“So, they are truly short-lived.”
“But considering their numbers, I think that shouldn't be a problem, right?”
Luo Di said with a smile.
In his opinion, the Ratfolk's short lifespan was actually a good thing.
After all, these Ratfolk were the best cannon fodder.
But...
“But that's not enough!”
“Far from enough!”
Another lord frowned.
“Your Ratfolk, although numerous and enhanced by black magic potions,”
“I must remind you that your Ratfolk are all low-level warriors, without enough high-level combat power.”
“While Wu Wei has a considerable number of powerful high-level units.”
“In such a situation, your army will be at a disadvantage when fighting Wu Wei's army.”
Although the Gold and Silver Mountain Alliance itself had a considerable number of high-level combatants.
But considering the coordination of troop types, the vast numbers of Ratfolk still needed their own high-level units.
“Of course, I do!”
Luo Di smiled and clapped his hands.
“I know this without you telling me.”
“On some battlefields, pure cannon fodder, no matter how numerous, is meaningless.”
“So, I have enough high-level combat power under my command.”
After speaking, several Ratfolk of various sizes came to this plane from behind Luo Di's teleportation gate.
Some of these Ratfolk were up to six meters tall, their bodies as muscular as steel.
If their head structure wasn't so prominent, it would be difficult for others to associate them with Ratfolk.
There were also Ratfolk covered in alchemical flasks, wielding dual blades, and as fast as elves.
And there were Ratfolk who were completely blind, but the concentration of magic emanating from their bodies made people feel fear.
And as soon as they appeared, they immediately attracted the attention of the other lords.
Because the strength levels of these Ratfolk were all above level fifty!
Even.
The Ratfolk covered in alchemical flasks had strength approaching the legendary level, vaguely touching the threshold of legend.
“Although ordinary Ratfolk are very weak, it is precisely because of their weakness that they use excessive reproduction to make up for their shortcomings!”
“And in countless reproductions, some Ratfolk will always transcend the shackles of life and reach a stronger stage!”
“What if....”
Just as Luo Di was still explaining, another lord interrupted him.
He raised another extremely sharp and very core question.
“What if your Ratfolk tribe is attacked by a plague?”
Unlike ordinary lords.
The ruthless and inhumane Wu Wei has always regarded plague as one of the conventional means of war.
Therefore, this lord was very concerned about this issue.
In his opinion, the weaker and more numerous a race is, the more susceptible it is to plague attacks.
But....
“Plague?”
Luo Di turned his head, looked at the lord who asked the question, and revealed a sneer.
“You're talking about plague to a race born from plague?”