A strange world

Chapter 1338 Section 260. The true intention of the great lord

"Dig...a hole."

replied the clever Black Mole.

Annan didn't believe it and felt that he was very close to the truth of why Stun Rat was in the Broken Mountains.

He was not in a hurry and asked Black Mole if this was the territory of the rat people?

The black mole said that was right, but it allowed Annan and others to stay here, as long as they did not go to the depths.

"Then can I go?"

"You can't get in."

Annan wanted to say that he could turn into a mouse and follow him, but he was interrupted by a growling stomach.

Looking at the hungry and cold free people, Annan first let them eat and drink.

"Would you like to get something to eat?"

Annan extended an invitation to Black Mole by the way.

"Food? I want it!"

The black mole's eyes shone, but the free folk couldn't accept it.

"Lord Annan, it killed our people!" Someone shouted angrily, but it was too late for Wilson to stop him.

There were three freemen sent to inspect the depths of the mine, but only one came back, and at least five pounds of his body was eaten away.

Annan was silent for a moment, lowered his eyes and asked Black Mole: "Who did it?"

The black mole immediately pointed at the brown-haired rat that was surrounded by a tide of rats.

"It must die." Annan said seriously.

As a qualified lord, you should use the death of your subordinates to gain benefits at this time. Fortunately, Annan never felt that he was very good.

Annan was already prepared to have differences with them - in the worst case, he would take action. As long as all the ratmen present were killed, he and the Stun clan would still be "partners with a good basis for cooperation."

Unexpectedly, the black mole just raised its head, scolded the brown-haired rat in high-pitched rat language, and handed it over to Annan for disposal.

The brown-haired rat who controlled the rat tide obeyed the instructions, but the free people were stunned.

They had never seen such a talkative rat man, and their hatred and anger subsided a lot for a while.

Even the Ratmen listen to Lord Annan...

"Can I still take up arms?"

Annan handed a light sword to the injured freeman supported by his companions.

"I can……"

He stretched out his pitted arms, held the rapier, stared at the rat man with his bloodshot eyes, and thrust out tremblingly.

The rat man trembled in panic, but stood motionless, letting the thin sword penetrate the dark brown rough hair.

The rapier trembled with the rat man and suddenly fell off his hand.

When Annan thought that the free people were out of power, the free people came and said, "Sir Annan, I don't want to kill it anymore."

"Why?"

Annan walked over, picked up the rapier, and looked at the injured freeman.

"This guy can control a rat and make it do more useful things to the free folk than kill it."

So good...

Even Annan dared not say that he would have such awareness and belief.

Looking at him and the other free people with approval, Annan and the brown-haired rat who escaped the disaster said: "You heard it, you made a mistake, even if you just did what you thought was right at the time. But now, we are willing to I’ll give you a chance to redeem your sins, do you want to live?”

The brown-haired rat remained silent. Annan almost thought it was a rat-man loyal to the Stuen clan, but then he thought again, how could a brown-haired rat know how to be loyal?

"There's enough food," he said.

"promise."

The black mole had no objection. In its eyes, the brown rat was already dead when it was sent out.

Ten minutes later, a bonfire and cooking pot were set up in front of the entrance to the abandoned mine.

The humans and rat-men, who were at war with each other before, sat together happily.

"Do you have a high status?" Annan asked Black Mole.

Does the power of the black mole subvert Annan's understanding of the rat people class, or is it actually the pet of a big shot?

"They all listen to me."

The black mole's dark eyes looked anxiously at the simmering stew in the pot.

Its hands were too short, and its head plunged into the fire before it touched the cooking pot.

"Almost."

Wilson, who was in charge of the spoon, poked the meat, picked up the wooden bowls stacked next to him, filled a full bowl and handed it to Annan.

Annan took it and handed it to the injured freeman first.

"Thank you, Lord Annan!" he said excitedly, even the dozens of wounds of various sizes on his body no longer hurt.

Wilson filled another bowl and handed it to Annan, who took it and handed it to the eager Black Mole very naturally.

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"It's so kind of you!"

The black mole feasted.

If you want to conquer a ratman, you must first conquer its stomach. Feeling that the time was right, Annan took the opportunity to ask it: "How long have you been in the Broken Mountains?"

"Well...three years!"

Three years ago...about the time when the McKeons first came north.

The time the Stun Ratmen set foot on the Broken Mountains was shorter than expected, which indicated that they had just set their sights on this place.

So the question is, is it really just a golden palace that makes them greedy and send the rat elders?

It's not that Annan is too young. The Raymond family's hundreds of years of wealth is definitely worth Annan's more than ten years of hard work, but the rat people really don't seem to have this intention - they are just digging holes everywhere.

Annan suddenly came up with an idea that had no evidence but was probably the truth: the Skaven had discovered a new vein of gold underground.

In this case, it explains why the Rat People are digging holes everywhere. After all, it's normal for them to only dig in the Golden City, so why don't they even let go of the deep mountains?

Annan also thought, might Lord Raymond have also discovered a new mineral vein?

So why he was not sad when his son died, and why he let himself go to trouble the Ferren Trading Company and the Skalu United Organization... He was using his own hands to eliminate these organizations.

As for how to confirm the guess... Annan thought of the Fortune Church.

As long as Lord Raymond wanted to monopolize the new mineral vein, he would definitely attack the Fortune Church.

...

"Hoo!"

Joan swung the sword in her hand at all the enemies in front of her.

Relying on the hardness of the armor and the physical strength of the warrior, she rushed among the enemies.

The blood of the enemy was brought up by the sword and burst into the visor, turning everything in front of her into blood.

The battlefield was in chaos, and Joan was in danger several times. Fortunately, she was rescued by the gang that followed her, but she was also noticed.

"Arrow!"

At a certain moment, a shrill cry sounded from her ears. She only had time to look up and saw a rain of arrows flying towards her.

The arrows hit her armor with a clanging symphony, splashing sparks, and were all bounced away.

Joan lowered her head, like a statue of a warrior standing in contemplation, welcoming the baptism of the rain of arrows.

However, the companions around her could not resist. Their thin leather armor was vulnerable to the rain of arrows. Within a radius of more than ten meters with her as the center, everyone, whether friend or foe, was mercilessly shot into hedgehogs by arrows.

When the last sound of arrows cutting through the air stopped abruptly, it was as if the solidified statue finally came alive again.

Joan slowly raised her head, and the scene in front of her made her heart ache - the companions who had just fought side by side with her were now lying on the ground in a mess, with arrows all over their bodies.

Her blood was boiling, a kind of heat and anger that could melt ice and snow and destroy everything.