Chapter 77 76. Running-in
Before departure, Michael also bought several purification scrolls made by the Church of the Goddess of Wealth, each costing 20 gold coins.
Compared with the Arcane Missile Scroll, which costs 40 gold, the Purification Scroll is half the price, but Annan remembers that the reward for clearing out the ratmen was only 1 gold and 50 silver.
“We have no priest.”
Michael explained, “If we don’t buy it, we will be infected with the plague or even become corrupted, our lives will only be worth 1 gold and 50 silver.”
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"It's not even worth 1 gold and 50 silver, Mr. King of the North." Francois interjected diligently, "Our commission might also be stolen by hyenas."
"Hyenas?"
Annan is getting used to Francois calling himself this exaggerated name. The lack of restraint has nothing to do with vanity... at least most of it has nothing to do with it.
Because of this, the surrounding guests will be "shocked and disbelieving when they hear Annan's identity", thereby letting more people know about him.
"That's the literal meaning." Michael gave Francois the opportunity to explain.
Hyenas are also mercenaries, but they specialize in doing something that fits the name and is despised by others: they will jump out to snatch prey when other mercenaries entrust them with a mission, and they will win miserably, die together, or both sides will be injured.
When we were about to check out and set off, the tavern clerk said that this meal was free and the boss hoped to treat the King of the North to this meal.
Michael said boldly, "The King of the North does not need to treat" and refused, and the boss also rejected Michael's refusal by saying, "He is proud to invite the King of the North."
They almost got into a fight over who came to treat them, but Annan stopped them and accepted the boss's kindness.
Annan, Michael, and Della got into the wizard's tower carriage, Francois and Catalina sat in the family carriage behind, and Klein rode a heavy horse alone.
The Rat Infestation Commission is located in an abandoned farm. The farmers who were cultivating farmland left because of the diversion of the Pulani River that flows from the snow-capped mountains. A group of rat people who were far away from the tribe occupied this place. Worried about contaminating downstream water sources, the commission requested that the Rat Man be dealt with as soon as possible, and then contact the scavengers to dispose of the bodies.
Michael stood in front of a low hill and looked at the farm beside the river bank in the distance. There were no signs of corruption, and no swarms of rats—
"That's for the best."
Michael said the places where the corrupted ratmen would nest would be filled with disgusting and troublesome things. The slime mycelium is in danger of becoming corrupted if it stays there for too long.
Rat swarms are a different level of trouble. No matter what it is, it will be difficult to deal with the terrifying numbers. When thousands of rats gather into a tidal wave and surge forward, even elite professionals can only flee.
But for Klein, who was armed to the teeth, it was just a game of stepping on mice.
As he approached the farm, Annan saw clearly the notorious rat men in these rumors.
Like lizards and kobolds, ratmen and humans have nothing more in common than walking upright. The rodent's rat head is a cross between a rat and a mole and is covered in gray, dirty, coarse fur. They were half-clothed, with their bare tails trailing behind them.
This team with two spellcasters needed no strategy. They approached the farm directly and attacked about a dozen ratmen when they were running around in panic and ringing the "death knell".
The battle was so brutal that it seemed to have no effect on the relationship.
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 speed, and the impact of hundreds of pounds were all borne by the first ratman. When it was hit, its sternum was shattered, its internal organs were tattered, and it died instantly. It was like a rag doll without bones, spreading foul-smelling blood and knocking down the rat-man behind it. Then Klein swung his warhammer, carrying out weak attacks that were difficult for the rat men to leave scratches on the stainless steel armor, killing them wantonly.
Kadarina was wandering on the edge of the farm. She did not rush straight into the rats like the scars on her body that she silently complained about. Instead, she wandered on the edge like an assassin, using two two-handed daggers like It is the scythe that harvests the lives of the rat men like a field of wheat.
Francois held a longbow and unexpectedly stood reliably on the outside of the battlefield, using arrows to kill the rat men who were too close to his companions.
Michael didn't find an opportunity to take action, so he had to try to get closer, preparing to release an arcane missile to add to the fun.
A rat man suddenly rushed towards Michael. Even the poor knowledge of the rat people knows that the caster is weak in close combat.
"Be careful!" Annan knew that Michael could not be killed by a rat man, but he still reminded him subconsciously. Then he saw Michael swinging his staff at the Rat Man and hitting it on the head of the charging Rat Man. The hard skull immediately looked like rickets and was deeply sunken.
The staff versus the skull, the staff wins.
At the same time, Klein knocked down the last Skaven, dropped the warhammer, and eliminated it
The rat man with a sunken chest stared at Annan with hatred, his blood pooled under his body, and he let out a harsh death cry.
"What did it say?"
Annan guessed it was a curse or something, but she didn't know why she looked at herself...
"I don't know, it's not important. Don’t worry about it.”
These rat people wouldn’t wander here if they were really capable.
A brief search of the farm, which was about to be flooded by the diverted Planni River, revealed human bones buried in feces.
I don’t know if the farmer was attacked or if the rat men 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 released the Cleansing Technique, and the blood-stained staff was back to like new.
"Why is your staff so..."
heavy? hard? powerful? Annan found that his vocabulary was still too small.
"I installed a collision angle." Michael said.
“Is the collision angle you are talking about the collision angle I understand?”
Michael waved his staff a few times, and the sound of tearing the air was like a long hammer.
“Bumping into corners can increase my abilities, so why don’t I do it?”
"I understand." Annan said.
If he had a gun, of course he wouldn't mind firing cold shots after releasing the magic while the summons were fighting with the enemy.
"You're really good at using your chop!" Katalina passed by and praised Michael: "Many of the fighters I've seen are not very skilled."
Then she laughed at Annan. Timid looking like a fart whose toe was stubbed.
"Don't listen to her, you are brave, for a boy fighting for the first time."
Francois appeared to protect Annan at this time: "You are not qualified to speak to Mr. Annan. I killed at least five...six ratmen, what about you?"
"You will remember to drink. How many bottles of wine have you had?" Katarina asked.
Annan didn't take it to heart. He looked at the fast and clear river dozens of meters away - he used the phrase "Thirty Years to the East of the Pulani River" and Thirty Years to the West of the Pulani River in "The Law Breaks the Sky". synopsis, but this is also the first time I’ve seen it.
It is not as wide as expected, because this is just a tributary.
(End of this chapter)