Alien world

Chapter 957 188. Battle reports can lie, but battle lines cannot
The miners held torches and pulled carts, gradually disappearing into the deep night outside the valley.

The remaining people stood among the houses, as if they were experiencing a dream.

Soon, some people started to react and ran into the house to look for the things they had taken. More and more people joined the search. Little Smo took away most of the valuables and resources, but some heavy and useless things were left behind, such as a clock with golden hands.

This exquisite machine left over from the Goblin Empire was violently dismantled just for the golden pointer. The mahogany tables and bookshelves were also dismantled, and only the books survived - not because they realized the value of knowledge, but because all the books were taken away by Lame Babu.

Not long after Free Blade left, the houses that had been relatively orderly became like being invaded by robbers and were looted.

When the miners searched around and were about to target the cooks and workers who had indirectly oppressed them, a fire dragon appeared in the west of the mine.

The guards who ran back to Ize Bay brought reinforcements.

The miners, who were excited about their harvest, woke up as if a basin of cold water had been poured on them. They huddled together with their bulging clothes in their arms, worried that they would be caught and thrown into the mine again...

The chefs and workers who had been frightened before breathed a sigh of relief and ran to the valley entrance to greet them. But when they saw the approaching team, they were too frightened to speak.

Knights in shining armor, mages in wizard robes, rangers leaping nimbly on the periphery... no matter how naive they were, they would never think that this group of elite knights were sent by the nobles behind the foreman.

The cavalry raised their spears and pointed them at the workers standing in front of them. The captain in bright silver armor stepped forward and asked condescendingly, "Who are you?"

"Sir Knight, we are workers in the mine!" The bearded chef said respectfully, "The miners here have rioted, killed the foreman and the guard, and arrested us... They just ran over there-"

He hoped that the knight could destroy those mud-legged people, so that the five gold nars in his pocket could also belong to him...

"Don't believe him. The people of Free City like to hide among the common people and spread evil doctrines." A young man dressed as a noble walked side by side with the captain of the knights, holding the reins.

"Liberty City? We're not—"

The young noble grabbed the spear, rubbed his foot pedal, and stabbed the spear into the bearded chef's chest. He pulled it out with force, raised the spear and shouted: "The people here are all believers who have been bewitched by the Free City. Kill them!"

The cavalry behind him moved, charging at the screaming, fleeing crowd that had their backs turned.

The bearded chef, with his eyes wide open, covered his chest and staggered to the ground. The gold coins that fell out of his pocket were trampled into the mud by the galloping horse's hooves.

The miners and workers who didn't even have weapons couldn't possibly fight against a group of elite cavalry. They easily killed anyone who moved within their sight, captured a few people alive, and interrogated the miners who had left.

"Sure enough, they are colluding with the people of Liberty City."

The young noble snorted coldly and said to the clerk accompanying the team, "Record it. Under the leadership of General Weiss, we have wiped out hundreds of people from Liberty City. We have also discovered their commander and are ready to give chase!"

……

"General Weiss has eliminated nearly a thousand elite Liberty City soldiers in Ize Bay and is now attacking their stronghold..."

wow-

He lowered the "Glory of Rekanel" that was being held up, revealing a pair of dark eyes full of shock: "Have we recruited so many people?"

"Impossible. Francois said that Small and Lame Babu only stayed for a week at most. No matter how good they are, they can't develop so many people." Olmedo said next to him.

“So what’s on the news is fake?”

"This is normal... After squeezing out the water, the actual number of people is roughly the same... It's about ten times smaller."

"Is this cotton soaked in water?"

And with the style of the Kingdom of Rekanel, they might just catch Little Smooth by the tail and slaughter a village as a military achievement. A few days ago, such a joke appeared in the new capital. An old man accidentally fell into the water while enjoying the sea view at the port. He called for help, but the city guards at the port turned a blind eye. He was so quick-witted that he had to shout: "I am from Free City!" The city guards immediately changed color and pulled him out and took him away.

In any case, Smalls, who Francois has high hopes for, seems to be in a dangerous situation, but in reality he is not safe at all.

The Kingdom of Rekanel may have become corrupt and reached the end of its kingdom, extorting merchants, taking out anger on civilians, killing innocent people to claim credit, and exaggerating war results... but there must be a group of people in Ize Bay who are loyal to the kingdom.

They'd better find Small before Ize Bay and offer their help.

knock knock --

There was a knock on the door, and the maid Abby, who was standing outside the corridor, said that there was a gray-haired mouse outside who wanted to see Annan.

"Gray Rat? To see me?"

Annan thought it was Jerry and his "goddess", but what the guard brought in was a strange and beautiful gray-haired mouse.

The only connection between ratmen and beauty is when they destroy beautiful things. However, there are always exceptions, like Della, who has elven blood, and Maria, who has been bred for dozens of generations. They have very few ratman characteristics and look almost the same as humans.

The gray-haired rat in front of him had a petite and slender figure, more like a subhuman race. Unlike the smooth-skinned Asian dragon people, she had fluffy and soft gray hair, and wore a female leather armor on the outside.

The long hair around the upright mouse ears was tied into several braids that hung down to the hips, with the tail hidden in the braids.

Annan's eyes were sunk into its fluffy fur, unable to move away.

"Handsome Lord Annan, I have a letter from Ymir." Even its voice was as sweet as a nightingale.

Fortunately, Annan still remembered the important matter: "Ymir?"

"Her last letter to me," it said.

Annan took the letter, which contained two passages of Elvish writing:
What I expected:

The disgusting rat-man wanted to control me;

They have no merit except in number;

And, I’m afraid I can’t escape. 】

Things I didn’t expect:

There is actually a gray-haired mouse that can communicate normally;

We have been deceived by the McKeon clan. This general offensive is just a cover, their real trump card is the plague;
I have a way to get that gray-haired rat to pass on the message. 】

"Plague?" Annan looked up.

"It's spreading in the north." said the Gray Rat.

They have territory in the north, just ask Xing'er City and you will know.

Soon, news came back from Xing'er City that the plague that had been raging a few days ago was not eradicated, but became more and more serious, and even forced the assembled legions of the empire to temporarily suspend their attack.

This aggressive plague is the McKeon clan's answer to winter: since they cannot attack in winter, they will let the plague reap the harvest for them.

(End of this chapter)