Alien world

Chapter 1127 49. The Chief and the Rat King

Don't get me wrong, Annan is just jealous of the orcs' fighting power.

After all, orcs are warriors when they grow up, and they can be on par with elite warriors when wearing heavy armor. Moreover, they are cheap, and two gold nars can hire an orc warrior for a month.

The only question is, would it be impolite to just walk over and ask the price?

Just then, a small and beautiful silver dragon crawled past. Well... it would not be rude to ask the dragon how much it cost.

Mustering up his courage, Annan walked up to the burly orc.

Kane Bloodhowl had no fun at all. The elves singing and dancing around him only made him feel as noisy as monkeys.

What's a skinny creature that lives in trees and talks in a chattering way?
The answer is monkey.

No orc would like the elves' banquet... they love meat, but the elves only eat natural food.

Letting an orc chew on fruit... this is abuse!
If his tribesmen find out, his reputation as Chief Bloody Roar will no longer exist!

"Hello."

When Kane Bloodhowl was furious, a common language sounded around him.

It turned around, didn't find the person who was talking, and turned back with a grunt.

"are you alone?"

The voice sounded again, Kane Bloodhowl looked around, and the pent-up frustration turned into anger.

"Who is teasing me!"

Kane Bloodhowl roared, and Brownskin was about to turn into Bloodskin because of anger.

The nearby messengers and elves looked over upon hearing the news, then looked away.

Annan stood in front of the orcs in silence.

Who is teasing whom?
Why does this orc not seem very smart...

"I'm here..." Annan said helplessly.

Kane Bloodhowl lowered his head and stared at Annan for a few seconds: "You're looking for me?"

"I see you're alone, do you want to chat?" Annan tried his best to exude his charm.

"What to talk about?"

The orc was very direct, and so was Annan: "You look like you need help."

Kane Bloodroar stared at Annan and began to breathe heavily.

Those who were invited to the royal court by the elves could at least be contacted. Annan was not worried about it attacking him: "Don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions, the most——"

"unnecessary!"

The orc said this and turned away angrily.

Annan looked at its back. The orc's reaction was not to smash his own head, but to escape... Could it be that he had guessed it right?

It’s a little hard to get your hands on though… No matter, the spicier it is, the better Annan likes it.

He decided not to pursue them relentlessly for the time being, as all the main races had already been captured. Annan's attention fell on the Rat King standing nearby.

The huge body formed a mountain of flesh that was hard to ignore. The elves and messengers stayed away from the Rat King and his attendants, who didn't care and stayed in a corner of the banquet to "clean up" the table.

The Rat King's fat body was covered with a layer of rough black hair, making him look like a bloated big rat, which dispelled a lot of nausea.

And the Rat King is very rich...

But Annan couldn't think of what to sell to them.

Annan still remembered the descriptions of the characteristics of the thirteen clans of ratmen: the ratmen of the McKeon clan were all big and bulky, the ratmen of the Drane clan had thick body hair, the ratmen of the Hattan clan were petite and timid, the ratmen of the Taturn clan were primitive, and the ratmen of the Stoon clan were most like humans and elves.

The Thrane clan...seems to be the most greedy and lustful.

Greed is easy to understand, Annan is one of them. But extravagance needs to be understood separately... They are extravagant, and will exchange all the spoils for gold and stick them on their bodies. They are promiscuous... It is reflected in the fact that Thrane has the highest fertility rate among the thirteen clans, with a fertility rate far exceeding 666%.
Annan remembered something and took out his guiding light, "The Warlock's Notebook", and turned to one of the pages:
【Ratmen, oh ratmen. I've been to the south. On the second floor of the tavern, I rejected the flirtatious girl, but I couldn't refuse the female ratmen who were as agile as a ranger... That feeling is unforgettable. It is said that many corrupt nobles have ratmen in their homes. If you happen to meet a ratman, her passion will melt you, as long as you ignore her unfaithful feelings. They have no interest in you at all, they just want your seeds, or use you to get to the top. But you can also deceive yourself by saying "she just wants to give birth to a child for me." There is another advantage of ratmen. After they know your identity as a warlock, they will call its daughter, its niece, its mother, its aunt... If you don't mind your camp falling into chaos and being corrupted. Don't mind hundreds of ratmen's descendants emerging, just want to understand the true meaning of life and death with ratmen, go to the south, there is your paradise. 】

This description seems to be about Stuhn rats, but the latter part should refer to Thrane rats.

The only difference between them and succubi is that succubi do not give birth constantly. They feed on essence, while thren rats actually enjoy the pleasure of mating.

It’s hard to understand why there are such big differences between the two rat people... But it makes sense. After all, Maria has almost no characteristics of a rat person except for her tail.

Contact with the Thrane Skaven should give the Stoon Skaven a sense of urgency?
Annan walked towards the Rat King, and his servant rats immediately gathered around him like worker bees.

“It’s not food.”

The Rat King spoke in a buzzing voice, ordering his attendants who were in a hunting posture to step back.

"Human thing... why are you coming closer..." The Rat King spoke in a sharp and clumsy common language.

"I come with good intentions." Annan replied in fluent Rat language.

At times like this, the advantage of knowing the Rat language comes into play.

The Rat King's fat head showed an expression of obvious interest: "You know the Saint language?"

Annan said sincerely: "I like ratmen very much. I am friends with Stunn the ratman, and I have a good relationship with McKeon the ratman. I don't think all ratmen are bad. I have seen the noblest ratmen and the most despicable humans..."

But in the eyes of those who know the inside story, it's a different story: I like ratmen very much (only good-looking female ratmen like Maria and Gale), I am friends with the Stunn ratmen (referring to mutual use of Stunn rats), and I have a good relationship with the McKeon ratmen (I have ruined several plots of the McKeon clan). I don't think all ratmen are bad (such as Maria). I have seen the most noble ratmen and the most despicable humans (people who have been fooled by this sentence can go around Liberty City)...

The Rat King leaned forward with difficulty under the push of his servant rat and looked at Annan for a few times: "You also want to be my mother's male concubine?"

"What? No...you misunderstood, I just came over to say hello." Annan looked weak and helpless.

The Rat King also thought so: "You are too weak to withstand your mother's abuse..."

Not to mention her mother, even she herself, the wrinkles of her belly alone could crush Annan to death...

"Do you want to climb onto my belly and play?" The Rat King took a liking to Annan and took the initiative to invite him.

"That's not necessary..."

The Rat King felt sorry for Annan's decision, as many gray-haired mice were not worthy of climbing onto her belly.

(End of this chapter)