"Awooo, currently there are probably thirty thousand of us. I know it's a bit few for the Ratmen's combat style, but it doesn't matter. My master has already sent his envoy to the largest gathering place of the Ratmen. My confused compatriots are eagerly awaiting new orders.
But the old master failed!
The old master is a weakling!
Weaklings are not worthy of pursuit! Only the great darkness is powerful enough!
The great darkness is a powerful thing, and we obey the will of the great darkness."
The Ratman boasted about his god with all his might, but only saw Huggesen's disdainful gaze.
Only thirty thousand?
What is that good for?
Moreover, with the laughable physique of the Ratmen, even thirty thousand gathered together probably couldn't defeat even twenty thousand Gnolls. Their only advantage lies in their silent and swift underground digging.
