Alien world

Chapter 841 72. August
The room was eerily silent.

Paige's face gradually turned pale. He had just sworn that Broken Tooth was a spy and a deserter, and he couldn't wait to execute him to vent his anger... but Liberty City came back again?

"Really killed?" Paige still had a glimmer of hope.

"Yes……"

"Where's the boy?"

The henchman made a motion of slitting his throat.

Paige couldn't even complain, because he was the one who told his henchman to hurry up...

"Send someone to tell Duke Kingsley about this, and if you bite them to death, they are deserters." Paige asked the maid to put on her boots and stood up.

Paige came to the map room, stood in front of the map and forgot for a while, wondering: "The surrounding forces have been uprooted by the rat tide. Where did they come from, and why did they take them back?"

"The watchtower said they saw soldiers from Free City retreating underground in the evening, and the ratmen attacked continuously, and suddenly rushed out at midnight..."

Paige was worried and even questioned the watchtower.

A few minutes after the gun echoed over Hell Mountain again, the sound of flapping wings came from above.

The perfect fuel is actually oil. But so far, except for Michael who happened to make a small amount of alchemy, Annan has not met him yet... He has already sent someone to find it.

The musketeers rushed to the front line and started shooting as planned, bringing the thundering nightmare to the rat tide again. The soldiers held the logs and threw the rat corpses out of the camp when nothing happened, delaying the progress of the rat men.

Skaven are easy to ignite, and can burn for a long time if animal oil is poured on them. However, no lord has ever done this in wars against Skaven - it is either too expensive or too late.

"I don't believe that the warlock can cause trouble for a rat and a boy." Paige believed that he had done nothing wrong. Liberty City had already been defeated at that time, and the Orr Empire never showed mercy to losers. Even the Tatooine Empire is not qualified to intervene.

How embarrassing their failure was a few hours ago, now they are so confident.

Femi's tense face relaxed slightly.

In addition to logs and rolling stones, Annan also obtained a large amount of oil, measured in tons.

Ilimoyas returned with the white dragons.

When the magic light illuminated Hell Mountain like daylight, Beryl didn't think that the magic gun was better than the staff.

But for Annan, it doesn't matter if money can be used to reduce casualties.

……

"Keep an eye on Hell Mountain." Paige said fiercely, "There are no reinforcements around him, and they are still at the front... I don't believe they can withstand the main attack of the rat men!"

Eight wine barrels of animal oil were enough to consume in Liberty City for a whole day, but if pushed down and ignited, the Rat Man would be delayed for at most ten minutes.

Paige felt very unlucky. He just wanted to show kindness to the Duke of Kingsley who had a problem with Annan... Fortunately, it was just a small trouble.

Two groups of mages, one holding open the magic barrier, and the other group free to play, eliminate the plague, release light spells, and put up a wall of fire to entertain the rat people——

"Can I see it wrong?"

The first phase of Belial's plan was successfully completed: the ratmen thought they were opening a can, but they didn't expect that the can would open automatically, and a giant dragon came out——

"Probably not...the magic light is very clear in the middle of the night."

The rats that were mostly slave rats wandering around the camp were eliminated instantly, and the whole process went smoothly. By the time the mages came out, there were not many rats left in the camp.

Except for the broken tooth, I don’t know where it went. The casualties were not as big as expected——

Belial's shout suddenly woke up Femi.

"Why are you proud!? Just because you drove out the rat tide? Let me tell you, this is just the beginning! The rat tribe has not appeared yet! We have to hold on for two more days!"

……

"Tedel, do you know a kind of black oil? It burns violently and is usually found underground..." Annan held the leaves of the World Tree.

When it comes to obscure knowledge, the longer-lived elves sometimes know more than the wizards.

"Burning... black... oil? Do you mean rot?"

"Uh...corruption?"

"The gods said that it was the filth transformed from countless corpses over countless thousands of years..."

"That's it! Do you know where to find it?"

"There is a lot of rot in the Sea Tribe."

The Sea Tribe... Annan has little chance of contacting them. It seems that he won't be able to get oil in a short time.

"Did you fight the rat people in the north?" Tedder took the opportunity to ask.

Tedder rarely contacted Annan unless he took the initiative to contact her. Annan asked why, and the answer was simple: a month in the eyes of an elf is about the same as a human day.

Chatting every day is obviously more than just friends.

After hanging up the leaves of the World Tree, Annan looked around the room aimlessly, as if this would inspire him to send something else to Hell Mountain.

The sound of weak footsteps awakened Annan, who was distracted. He looked at the door, guessing whose footsteps... First of all, he excluded the eldest sister. Her footsteps were very light, like Abby, but with a dull tone. Only Olmedo likes to wear them all day. Boots, never seen her slippers...

click-

While Annan was still thinking, the door had been pushed open.

Wood, wearing an old aristocratic uniform and raising his collar imitating Dracula, appeared outside the door.

"Why are you here?" Annan sat up a little straighter.

"A bard came to the tavern, and the stories he told... I think you need to listen to it."

"Is there something wrong..." Annan lowered his voice and glanced behind Wood.

"Not good? That bard seems to know something very secret..."

"It's business..." Annan's face fell, "Okay, I'll go over and take a look."

Annan suddenly thought that high-strength alcohol could burn, was cheaper than oil, and that it was easier to distill alcohol—unlike when he used the memory thread technique to remember how to make a magic gun, distilled alcohol could be made by himself.

Following Wood to the tavern, as soon as Annan entered, the noisy tavern was filled with whistles and screams.

"No wonder the divination says I will have good luck today!"

"This guy next to me pays for everything tonight!"

If Annan hadn't always been hanging out in Liberty City, residents would have seen him every day, and most of the tourists would have seen him once or twice, and they would have pounced on him by now.

Annan and the guests waved, and their eyes fell on the bard.

"It seems that our city lord has also been attracted." said the bard holding the lute.

"My friends say you have wonderful stories." The clean-faced bard made Annan feel familiar, "Have we met somewhere?"

"Excellent people always have the same qualities, so it makes people feel familiar." The bard sitting sideways on the stool bowed in greeting, "So, are you ready to listen to the story I prepared?"

At Wood's signal, Annan sat down in the seat vacated by a bearded guest.

Facing everyone's gaze, the bard raised his head slightly.

"I'm going to tell a story about a rat man."

(End of this chapter)