Alien world

Chapter 875 106. Nanami and Nanako

Annan, who did not allow Free City to participate in the war, was fighting alone to some extent.

He was nominally the legion commander, but he had no soldiers under his command.

Fortunately, Annan could still use his talents and seize the time to recruit his subordinates before the main force of the devil arrived.

For example, Shadowsong and her prisoner soldiers are very suitable for recruitment. As for mobilizing his own fans in the mountain city... forget it.

What is the difference between sending someone who likes you to die and sending your own people to die?
And... warn the Kingdom of Dimon that they must annihilate the demonic plague.

Annan found de la Torre on the wall of the inner city: "My spies told me that the leader of this group of demons is the legendary red dragon warlock Nanako, a minion of the demon king Nanami."

"Sorry, what did you say?" De La Torre suddenly felt that his ears had become muddy.

"You know those powerful demons can sense their true names, right? So I gave them a title."

"Your spy? Where is he?"

But with such a big footprint... If I could summon it, not to mention the Demon Lord's minions, even the Demon Lord's grandmother would have to admit defeat...

"Really? I don't believe it." Annan looked at the "footprint", "Is it at least twenty miles or thirty miles long? And there are no other footprints around it, so it is a giant standing on one leg at least two hundred miles tall. On the earth?"

"In the Tianshen Basin, a giant god once stepped on the earth and left footprints."

"not enough?"

"What is that place?"

"Not enough." De La Torre shook his head, "We have long known that behind these demons is... Nanazi."

De La Torre looked north and sighed, "What do you see?"

De La Torre remained noncommittal. After all, no one would doubt a warlock's popularity... If he wanted, he could sleep with all the humanoids in the city.

"If I can let you see it casually, I won't be a spy." Annan looked confidential, "But it doesn't matter if I tell you... My spy has a very high status among the devils."

At a certain moment, Annan turned around if he noticed it. The direction behind is Wilhelm, so the footprints look like a giant walking towards Wilhelm...

"Is that all you have to say?"

Forget it, that doesn't make sense.

"Demons have always been like this. As long as the leaders and supervisors hiding in the demonic tide are eliminated, they will fight themselves."

Annan stretched out his hand: "Over there, there is the enemy."

De La Torre said nothing and stared at Annan with the eyes of a college professor looking at a student.

"Sorry, I couldn't speak clearly when I was thinking about things..."

Looking at the fissure with rising black mist in the north, Annan suddenly felt that the basin between the devil and the mountain city was a little strange, like... a huge footprint.

It seems that without his own supervision, the Kingdom of Dimon will also find a way to deal with the red dragon warlock Moglock... Oh, now it's Nanazi.

Annan pondered: "I also know that by killing Nanazi, these demons will naturally fall apart."

De La Torre left, and Annan continued to stand on the city wall, thinking about how to gather strength, and unconsciously stared at the Celestial Basin.

Annan left the city wall and headed to the out-of-city garrison of Tasia and the Janna family that he had learned about recently.

It is also the base for soldiers from the Snow Mountain Fortress Rekaner Kingdom.

After the Kingdom of Rekaner betrayed humanity and abandoned its people, these people regarded themselves as the forgotten ones. His heart is full of revenge - against the devil, against the rat people, against the kingdom of Rekaner.

Standing in front of the camp, Annan looked at the figures walking around the camp. Those whose skin looked pale and frosty due to lack of sunlight and staying in the cold for too long were worthy of their name.

Annan wanted to take them back to Liberty City, and Olmedo thought the same. After all, they are the real elites, the kind of elites whose morale will not collapse even if 80% of them are killed...

Moreover, Annan's identity as "the King of the North betrayed by the Kingdom of Rekaner" is naturally close to them. "Oh, it's Jack!"

As soon as he entered the camp, someone recognized Annan.

"The Fall of the Mage Tower" was briefly popular in the Snow Mountain Fortress, but they have not seen any magical images since then. The exclamation at this time suddenly brought Annan back to the time three years ago.

Everything was great then... and it's great now too.

"Hello, can you take me to the Janna family?" Annan asked friendly.

"follow me!"

The soldier was very excited. After all, magic images were one of the few pastimes they had in the boring snowy mountains.

"What's your name?" Annan asked him.

"Sauron!"

"Your name is very similar to one of my centurions, his name is Sauron."

This soldier is different than expected. He talks a lot and has a warm attitude, rather than a bitter and resentful look.

"My mother said that my brother who died in infancy was called Zoro!" the young soldier exclaimed.

Annan suddenly stopped: "How old are you?"

"The Snow Mountain Fortress I went to when I was sixteen, I should be...nineteen this year."

"Is there anything you are missing?" Facing soldiers of similar age to himself, Annan's heart was touched.

"We lack nothing, Jack...but if you can let us see your behavior when the mage tower collapsed..."

"I see."

Annan opened the portal in the open space of the camp and asked Ingrit to hand over to the "forgotten ones" and provide them with whatever they needed.

After all, they will be their future residents.

Following Sauron, Annan finally saw Brinor Janna who was wrestling with her tribe on the grass.

Her pale skin was covered in a layer of sweat, glowing in the sun like a Valkyrie.

Brinor Janna knew about Annan's arrival at the same time, threw the sparring tribesmen out, and walked towards Annan in the cheers of other tribesmen.

"Are you still alive?" She waved to her tribe, "Call Tasia over."

"Why do you ask?"

"That king is not a generous man." Brinor Janna's tone was not unfamiliar at all, as if they had just met yesterday.

"I don't need to be afraid of him, on the contrary, he needs to be afraid of me."

"It seems that a lot of things have happened during this period..."

Brinor Janna looked Annan up and down, but before she could taste Annan now, Tasia appeared at the training ground.

She was taller than the last time we saw her, and she had more scars on her body than before. At a rough glance, there were hundreds of dense scars.

Tauren have thick cuticles, and these scars are more a symbol of glory than wounds.

Annan suddenly hesitated. After finally reuniting, he didn't want to lose his reunited friend just like this...

Tasia's heart was delicate, as if she could see Annan's inner thoughts, she smiled and said: "Don't worry, if you repel this evil attack, I will go to your city with my tribe."

"It sounds like something is going to happen soon..."

(End of this chapter)