Alien world

Chapter 77. Chapter 76. Running in
Before leaving, Michael also bought a few purification scrolls made by the Church of the Goddess of Wealth, each priced at 20 gold coins.

Compared with the 40 Jinnar Scroll of Arcane Missile, the Scroll of Purification was half the price, but Annan remembered that the commission reward for eliminating the Ratman was only 1 gold and 50 silver.

"We don't have a priest."

Michael explained, "If we don't buy it, we will be infected with the plague or even corrupted, and our lives will only be worth 1 gold and 50 silver."

"Even 1 gold and 50 silver is not worth it, Mr. King of the North." Francois interjected graciously, "Our entrustment may be stolen by hyenas."

"hyena?"

Annan was getting used to Francois calling himself this exaggerated title.No check has nothing to do with vanity...at least most of it.

Because of this, the guests around will "hear Annan's identity in shock mixed with disbelief", so as to let themselves be known by more people.

"It's literally." Michael gave Francois the opportunity to explain.

Hyenas are also mercenaries, but they specialize in something that fits the title and is despised: they will jump out to snatch the prey when other mercenaries entrust, win badly, die together, or both lose.

When preparing to check out and leave, the tavern clerk said that this meal is free, and the boss hopes to treat the King of the North to this meal.

Michael boldly said that "the king of the north does not need to treat guests" and refused, and the boss also rejected Michael's refusal because "he is proud to invite the king of the north".

They almost fought over who would treat them, but Annan stopped him and accepted the boss's kindness.

Annan, Michael, and Della sat in the mage tower carriage, Francois and Katarina sat in the family carriage behind, and Klein rode a heavy Wan horse alone.

The Rat Plague Commission is located in an abandoned farm.The farmers who reclaimed the farmland left because of the diversion of the Planny River flowing down from the snow-capped mountains, and a group of ratmen who were far away from the ethnic group occupied this place.Worried about polluting the downstream water source, the entrustment requested that the rat man be dealt with as soon as possible, and then contact the scavenger to dispose of the corpse.

Michael stood in front of a low hill, looking at the farms on the far bank of the river.No sign of corruption, no rat swarm—

"This is the best result."

Mycoal says that rotten skaven nests are covered with nasty and troublesome slime mycelium, and lingering in them for too long risks rotting.

Rat swarms are another level of trouble.Whatever it is, it's going to be hard to deal with a terrifying mass.When tens of thousands of rats gathered into a tidal wave, even elite professionals could only run away.

But for Klein, who was armed to the teeth, it was just a mouse game.

As he approached the farm, Annan saw clearly the notorious ratmen in these rumors.

Like lizardfolk and kobolds, skaven and humans have little in common other than walking upright.The rodent's rat head is a cross between a mouse and a mole, covered in grey, dirty shag.They are scantily clad, with their bare tails trailing behind them.

This team with two spellcasters didn't need any tricks, they approached the farm directly, and attacked them when about a dozen ratmen ran around in panic and sounded the "death knell".

The battle was devastating, and it seemed that it didn't play a role in running in.

Even if Annan did nothing, even if Della was only guarding Annan.

Klein rushed into the group of rats like a giant beast. The weight of the armor plus the speed, the impact of hundreds of pounds was all borne by the first rat man.When it was hit, its sternum was shattered, its internal organs were torn, and it died instantly, like a boneless rag doll that knocked down the ratman behind it with foul-smelling blood.Then Klein swung the warhammer, killing wantonly with the weak attack of the Ratmen that could hardly leave scratches on the fine steel armor.

Katarina was wandering on the edge of the farm, instead of rushing straight into the rats like the scars she was telling about silently, but wandering around the edge like an assassin, using two two-handed daggers to harvest like a scythe harvesting a wheat field. Ratman's life.

François held a longbow, stood unexpectedly and reliably on the periphery of the battlefield, and nailed the ratman who was too close to his companions with arrows.

Michael didn't find a chance to make a shot, so he had to try to get closer, and prepared to release an arcane missile for fun.

A rat man suddenly rushed towards Michael at this moment.Even the barren cognition of the Ratmen knew that spellcasters were weak in melee combat.

"careful!"

Annan knew that it was impossible for Michael to be killed by a rat man, but he subconsciously reminded him.Then he saw that Michael swung his staff at the Rat Man, and hit the head of the Rat Man, the hard skull suddenly sunk in like a cartilage.

Wand vs. skull, wand wins.

At the same time, Klein knocked down the last rat man, dropped the warhammer, and dealt with it

The rat man with a sunken chest stared at Annan with hatred, his blood pooled under his body, and he let out a piercing dying cry.

"What does it say?"

Annan guessed it was a curse or something, but he didn't know why he looked at himself...

"I don't know, it's not important, don't worry about it."

If these ratmen were really capable, they wouldn't wander here.

A brief search of the farm, which was about to be flooded by the diverted Planney River, found human bones buried in feces.

It is not known whether the farmer was attacked, or the Ratmen ate the homeless people living in the farm.

After a few seconds of silence for the dead, Annan's attention fell on Michael's staff.

He had just cast Cleansing, and his blood-stained staff was back to new.

"Why is your staff so..."

heavy?hard?powerful?Annan found that his vocabulary was still too small.

"I rammed it," McColl said.

"Is the collision angle you mentioned the collision angle I understand?"

Michael swung his staff a few times, tearing the air like a long hammer.

"The ram can increase my abilities, so why don't I do it?"

"I understand." Annan said.

If he has a gun, of course he doesn't mind firing a cold shot while the summoned creature is fighting with the enemy after releasing the magic.

"Your cleave is really good!" Katarina who passed by praised Michael: "Many fighters I have seen are not as skilled as you."

Then he laughed at Annan for looking timid like a fart with his toes stepped on.

"Don't listen to her, you're brave, for a boy fighting for the first time."

Francois came out to protect Annan at this time: "You have no right to speak of Mr. Annan. I killed at least five...six ratmen, how about you?"

"Do you remember how many bottles of wine you've had?" Katarina asked back.

Annan didn't take it seriously, he looked at the rushing and clear river tens of meters away - he used the outline of the 30-year-old Planney River east and the 30-year-old Planney River West in "Fa Break the Sky", but this is also the first saw it for the first time.

It's not as wide as expected, because it's just a tributary.

(End of this chapter)