Heart of the Castle

Chapter 135 The Undercurrent in the Camp

Dallas' words were too shocking, deathly silence enveloped the scoundrels, they looked at Dallas in panic, matching those blood-red eyes, and turned aside involuntarily.The rogue at the outermost edge quietly moved towards the door, and soon everyone followed suit, and the circle that was originally tightly surrounding Dallas became much larger.

Dallas folded his hands on his chest, staring at the rascals coldly, with a contemptuous arc drawn at the corner of his mouth.

"Dallas, you're courting death by doing this, understand?" the bald rascal moaned while wiping his oily forehead, "Master Levi has defeated the attacks of demons several times, it's not like you haven't seen it before." ! The fighters under him are extremely elite, and they are simply not something we can resist!"

"Yeah, we can't beat him! Dallas, no one will support your whimsical idea." The rogue who picked his teeth trembled just now, and the sharp dagger pierced his gums. He covered his bleeding mouth, He complained viciously towards Dallas.

"Yes, I want to quit, quit."

"I quit too! Dallas, you are a lunatic, I don't want to die with the lunatic."

With the leading voice, the scoundrels immediately made another noise, but this time the meaning was the opposite of the previous clamor. Every scoundrel wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, avoiding Dallas, a lunatic whose brain was burned by ambition.

"But everyone, if you want to quit now, don't you think it's a bit late? I've been accused of spreading rumors for taking my wine and meat, but everyone of you has it!" Dallas grinned, his voice seemed There was a slight change, and there was a creaking sound at the end of the sentence.

The bald rogue stopped when he was about to leave. He turned around and looked at Dallas and grinned.

"Tsk, that's true, Dallas, you reminded me. Those of us have spread rumors, and this crime is indeed not a small one. However, if the source of the rumors can be tied up and sent to Sir Grace, it must be the crime Is it possible to be forgiven?"

The bald rogue's words made the others look happy, and the thugs laughed menacingly, and then surrounded Dallas again.The bald rogue slowly took out the dagger from his sleeve, held it in his hand and said, "Dallas, I know you are very good at fighting, but we have so many people, it's better not to resist? Otherwise, you may get hurt."

He originally wanted to see Dallas' panicked expression, but surrounded by people, Dallas didn't show the slightest panic. He looked contemptuously at the gradually approaching crowd, playing with a small metal whistle in his hand.

"It's really stupid. Those dried meat and wine are just given to you to eat and drink so easily? Stupid guys, listen to this voice, let the beast in your heart wake up!"

Dallas said something incomprehensible, and before the bald rascal could reach out his arms towards him, he put the whistle between his lips and blew hard.

There seemed to be no sound, but the approaching crowd stopped immediately, and they covered their ears with their hands, screaming in pain.These voices were so shrill, if it was a normal person, he would definitely cover his ears.Dallas narrowed his eyes with enjoyment, as if he was hearing the most beautiful music in the world.

The bald rascal was the closest to Dallas and the most sound-damaged.When he finally lowered his hands tremblingly, two lines of bright red blood meandered down from the earholes. In order not to be tortured by this terrible sound, he actually broke his eardrum directly!

"It's a pity. If you hadn't been so decisive, you would have been a good subordinate of mine." Dallas shook his head, looking very regretful.Then he lowered his head, and the whistle in his mouth let out a short sharp sound!

This time the sharp sound was sharp, as harsh as two sharp swords rubbing against each other.The bald rogue who was completely deaf had a puzzled look in his eyes. He didn't understand why Dallas made such a move.Then he gritted his teeth and clenched the dagger, taking a step closer to Dallas.

"You're dead, Dallas!" The bald rascal's voice was eerily deaf, but the hatred in it was real.Dallas watched the dagger stabbing towards his shoulder, but he still stood there steadily, and did not make a posture of resisting and parrying.

A furry paw grabbed the bald rascal's wrist from behind, the force from the paw was quite strong, the bald rascal's heart sank suddenly, his body arched first, and then he slammed back with his head.

With a crackling sound, there was a disgusting sound of something being smashed, and then the claws of the bald rogue were loosened. A gray-haired monster covered its blood-stained face, screaming and shaking step back.The bald rogue who had regained his freedom turned around and was about to pursue the victory, but when he saw the situation behind him, his face suddenly became as pale as parchment.

Behind him, there should have been more than a dozen thugs with the same hatred, but what caught his eyes was a dozen huge mice in clothes, standing up on two hind legs!The bald rogue's eyes fell on the clothes worn by those mice, and despair suddenly grabbed his heart like sharp claws!
Those clothes are not unfamiliar to him, they belonged to his companions just now!
The bald-headed rascal's eyes widened, and he let out a miserable and frantic cry. Amidst the screams, those huge rats swarmed up, scratching and scratching with their furry paws.The bald rascal's yelling turned into a moan of pain, and warm blood spurted from between the giant rats, one of which splashed just right on Dallas' face.

A long and thin tongue sticks out of Dallas' mouth, nimbly licking the drop of blood off his face.The smell of blood obviously stimulated one of his nerves, Dallas raised his head, and let out a sharp howl towards the roof!
He tore off the clothes on his chest, and watched the hair on his skin thicken and grow rapidly, forming tufts of gray hair that covered his whole body.Dallas' fingers convulsed and scratched his chest, and the itching feeling inside made him extremely painful, no different from the first transformation, but it didn't take long for the itching to turn into a special sense of excitement.Dallas' body shuddered, letting excitement spread from his chest, and his mouth protruded forward, quickly growing a long, bristly mouse whisker.

Dallas regained his footing, a pink tail protruding from the inside of his left trouser leg, and he was now a bipedal rodent like those unfortunate rascals.

The whistle in Dallas's mouth let out a whoosh, and the giant rats scattered, revealing the bald rascal in the middle who was bitten and scratched horribly.One of his eyes has been scratched out of the eye socket, and only a few blood vessels are connected, hanging danglingly on his face; his chest and abdomen have been scratched to pieces, and he can even directly see the viscera wriggling among the flesh and blood.

Under such severe injuries, the bald rogue could only breathe his last breath, but he still tried to open his remaining eye wide, and he was still muttering something in his mouth that kept bleeding.

Dallas leaned towards him, wanting to hear the man's last words, but until the bald rogue finally died with his eyes wide open, Dallas couldn't figure out the meaning of that sentence.

"Cats, big cats eat you?" Dallas, who had turned into a rat man, repeated, and then kicked the bald rascal's body angrily, "Do you really think of me as a normal mouse? It's useless, as long as it dares to come over, I can have a meal of fresh cat meat!"

(End of this chapter)