"You can tell me in detail now. What exactly happened?"
Big Buck said, "Don't worry. This is a personal grudge between me and those pigs. It has nothing to do with you. As long as you can explain it clearly, I will help you uphold justice."
"Thank you, my lord. Thank you, my lord!"
The rat-man servant heaved a sigh of relief and said in a sobbing tone, "Actually, I don't know what's going on. I'm still confused. I have a headache. They beat me up so badly that my head is still ringing. Big Buck, you must help me!"
"Then explain it clearly."
Big Buck said impatiently, "How did those pigs find you?"
"I … I was drinking in the back alley of the 'Old Blacksmith Tavern'. When I was drinking, I don't know why, but these boars … wild boar-people surrounded me. They kicked me hard and punched my face a few times. They even wanted to grab my hair and slam it against the wall."
The rat-man servant said, "They seemed to know that I worked in the sugar house from the beginning. They also knew that you were a regular customer of the sugar house. I swear, I swear in the name of my ancestors, I really didn't lie. I really didn't tell them about you working in the sugar house!"
"Enough!"
Big Buck couldn't help but knock on the rat-man servant's head with his scabbard. "You're just a rat. What right do you have to swear to your ancestors? Stop talking nonsense and continue!"
"Continue … Then … they asked me to lead the way …"
The rat-man servant covered his head and mumbled, "I had no choice. You also know how fierce those wild boar-men are. If I dared to say 'no', they could kill me more easily than killing a real rat.
"So, I, I …"
"You led them to the path that I had to take and ambushed me?" Big Buck said gloomily.
The rat-man servant shivered. He seemed to have sensed danger again.
He was so frightened that he stopped in his tracks.
Big Buck narrowed his eyes.
"Forget it. I can't blame you for this. After all, there are many people in the sugar house who know me. They might betray me."
Big Buck suppressed his murderous intent and relaxed his tone. "Start from the beginning again. Repeat every detail."
The rat-man servant didn't dare to disobey his order, so he obediently repeated it.
Big Buck nodded his head in satisfaction. He seemed to be deep in thought. Suddenly, he said, "You said that if you didn't betray me, then it must be someone else? Who do you think is the most suspicious and likely to leak my information in the sugar house? Give me a few names. "
The Ratman servant let out an "ah" and said with a trembling voice, "Lord Big Buck, this, this, I don't dare to speak carelessly. This, I don't have any evidence, I don't know!"
"If you can't tell me, then you'll be betraying me."
Big Barker grinned viciously. "If your boss finds out that a lowly bastard like you actually dares to sell out an esteemed guest, I won't even need to do anything. She'll skin you alive!"
The rat-man servant let out a weak moan like a drowning man. "No, Big Buck, please, don't tell the boss, don't tell her!"
"Then tell me a few names."
Big Buck said, "Don't worry, I'll investigate secretly. I won't tell anyone about a poor little mouse like you."
The rat-man servant hesitated for a moment and finally opened his mouth.
"Last time, this guy didn't have eyes and bumped into you when he was carrying a basin of water. The water splashed onto your boots, and you kicked him. He couldn't get out of bed for half a month, so he held a grudge against you." The rat-man servant said.
Big Buck squinted his eyes and nodded. "Well, it seems that's what happened."
"This guy recently lost a lot of money in the casino. As long as there are benefits, he can even betray his own ancestor's soul."
The rat-man servant continued, "And this guy, don't be fooled by his pointy mouth and monkey cheeks. According to his own bragging, the blood of the Wild Boar Men flows in his body, and he's very close to many 'house mice' of the Wild Boar Family. Last month, oh, last month, I saw him serving a group of Iron Skin Family's slave soldiers with my own eyes."
He said several names in one breath.
All of them were reasonable and convincing.
Big Buck nodded repeatedly. When the rat-man servant finished, he suddenly changed the topic and said, "Wait, tell me every detail of what happened after you met that group of pigs."
"Huh?"
The rat-man servant was stunned for a moment, but he still repeated it obediently.
Compared to the previous two times, the entire process this time was repeated. Although the order was somewhat reversed, the details were not too different.
Big Buck was completely relieved.
The last trace of doubt he had about the rat-man servant also disappeared.
"Lord Big Buck, this is all I know. The people who betrayed you must be among these names. If you want to settle the score with them, I-I can help you trick them out!"
The rat-man servant said in a wretched and flattering manner.
Big Buck nodded noncommittally.
He believed that the rat-man servant was telling the truth.
Originally, if it weren't for the group of pigs threatening him, this lowly bastard wouldn't have the guts and reason to betray him.
As for the people who betrayed him, were they among the names he told him?
Big Buck was not sure.
But he also believed that the rat-man servant knew this much. If he forced him to tell him more, he would only bite him and mislead his judgment.
The next thing to solve was the problem of how to deal with this rat.
Big Buck believed that if he returned this rat to the sugar house owner, the other party would definitely give him a satisfactory explanation. He would also thoroughly investigate the matter and find out the guy who betrayed him first.
But it was still the same sentence.
In this way, the matter would be blown out of proportion and would bring a lot of trouble. What the big shots hated the most was trouble.
Besides, this was not in line with the tradition of the high-grade Orcs.
The high-grade Orcs had always "washed away their hatred with their own blood."
He would only seek help from others when he had no other choice.
But this also indirectly admitted that he didn't have the ability to take revenge. He was just a coward who was as timid as a mouse.
If the big shots of the Bloodhoof Family knew that he couldn't even deal with a few pigs from Red Creek Town, and he had to ask the sugar house owner to stand up for the warriors of the Bloodhoof Family …
Maybe, when the army set off, he would have to stay in Blackcorner City!
Big Buck shuddered.
His eyes were full of killing intent.
His gaze was like a sawtooth blade, cutting the bones on the rat-man servant's back.
It didn't matter how innocent or beautiful this rat was.
He still betrayed his whereabouts and even brought a group of pigs to ambush him.
If a lowly rat could still see the sun tomorrow after harming a warrior in such a manner, how could he live to see the next day?
Wouldn't the glory of the warriors of the clan become a joke?
The rat-man servant in front suddenly stopped.
"Lord Big Buck, go around the corner in front and walk two steps up. That's the back door of the 'Dead Dwarf's Head Tavern'."
He nodded and bowed, carefully explaining, "It rained a few days ago and there are some puddles in the secret passage. The ground is wet and slippery. Please be careful."
"I know. Lead the way." Big Buck said coldly.
He had had enough of being nice to a mouse.
The rat-man servant shrunk his neck, carried the oil lamp, and walked around the corner.
The terrain in front was low, and the secret passage was built too crudely. It didn't prevent the rain from seeping through.
Everywhere was wet and sticky. It was indeed easy to slip when one stepped on it, making "puji puji" sounds.
Suddenly, the rat-man servant who had just walked around the corner exclaimed. He seemed to have slipped, and the oil lamp fell into the puddles.
The air flow in the secret passage was not smooth. The flame was originally the size of a bean, and could barely illuminate things within an arm's length.
The moment the lamp fell into the puddles, the secret passage became dark again.
Big Buck didn't care about the darkness.
He took a big step towards the corner. The cow-horn dagger that was originally hidden inside his leather boots appeared in his hand like a magic trick. He stabbed at the rat-man servant's silhouette in the dark.
Poof!
The dagger, along with his forearm, completely sank into the rat-man servant's silhouette.
He didn't forget to twist the dagger twice, crushing the rat-man servant's internal organs.
However, in the blink of an eye, Big Buck realized that something was wrong.
He didn't stab the rat-man servant.
It was a scarecrow that looked like a rat-man servant!
He didn't have time to think about what was going on.
Suddenly, there was a slight "crack" sound in the scarecrow's stomach.
Big Buck felt a sharp pain in his elbow.
It was like being bitten by a totem beast.
It was a trap!
Someone hid a heavy trap used to hunt totem beasts in the scarecrow's stomach.
The sharp iron teeth bit down on his entire right arm in an instant!
Big Buck let out a strange cry of surprise and anger.
He subconsciously took half a step back.
Then, he heard a soft "crack" sound from the puddles under his feet.
Unexpectedly, there was also a trap here, biting his ankle.
The rusty iron teeth rubbed against his broken bones, causing his facial features to shift and his entire face to distort.
At the same time, the dark wall beside him suddenly opened its eyes.
The wall came to life!
No, someone first dug a shallow human-shaped pit in the rough mud wall.
Then, through the incredible shrinking of his bones and flesh, he shrunk his thickness to the limit and stuck closely to the human-shaped pit. He also reduced his breathing, heartbeat, and body temperature to an undetectable level.
All of Big Buck's killing intent was projected on the scarecrow disguised as a rat-man servant in the middle of the tunnel.
He didn't notice that there was another person hiding in the darkness beside him, a ghostly and extremely dangerous Ghost Assassin!
The shadow entangled Big Buck.
Big Buck's right elbow and left ankle were firmly bitten by a trap.
This kind of heavy trap was fixed to the ground with a few thick chains. Even a violent totem beast would not be able to break free easily once it was trapped.
So, Big Buck didn't take the risk of his arms and feet being torn apart and tried to break free by force.
Instead, he made a prompt decision to summon the totem armor.
However, the liquid metal that seemed to have a life of its own had just gushed out of his body.
His thighs, which were not covered by the totem armor, felt a bone-piercing chill.
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