Chapter 701 98. Fetid Swamp
The Crimson Princess looked away from the flock of crows blending into the sunset.
Dracula, who followed next to him, was covered in afterglow, as if he was carrying heavy pressure.
"Dracula, why are you so worried?"
"Princess, we shouldn't take such risks..."
Dracula, who came out of the Crimson Castle, sighed: "We have already left. If we go back, we will only be laughed at or even forced by them..."
The Crimson Princess was slightly startled, and she gently rubbed the Crimson Heart. , an unprecedented firmness emerged: "For the sake of my mother, it is all worth it."
Dracula was happy but couldn't bear it - he was happy that the princess had finally grown up, but he couldn't bear the cost of losing something important...< br>
......
At night, a carriage with magic lights moved slowly along the country road.
"Do the people here have the custom of hunting goblins?" Annan asked the ranger following on horseback.
"No."
"Is that to eliminate the goblins?"
"To eliminate the goblins? What stupidity are you talking about...of course not." He remembered that the boy in front of him was himself. The employer's ranger swallowed back the offensive words.
He said that the Putrid Swamp is the home of the goblins, who have frequently invaded the borders of the Roxi Province for decades, so the principality announced that it would provide assistance and purchase goblin skins to weaken the goblins.
But no one wants to really catch them all.
"The goblins are still there, so those masters will continue to send us money and food to prevent these dirty goblins from running into the master's territory. If the goblins disappear, who will send us money!"< br>
It seems that the ranger is really a local.
"Is there anything I should be aware of about the Fetid Swamp?"
"Beware of the Skaven of the Swamp."
"Are there ratmen in the goblin territory too?"
"They are everywhere, everywhere..." The ranger cursed and raised his head, staring at the shadows scurrying in the night sky, "Just like this group of Like lingering bats."
"Oh, by the way, it is rumored that they can also dress up as women to lure humans who stray in..." The ranger looked at Annan and was about to say something.
“Don’t forget that I am your employer.”
The mean ranger curled his lips.
"Continue to tell the story of them dressing up as women..."
Late at night, they camped in a forest glade. The rancid swamp was about twenty or thirty miles ahead. When the wind was favorable, there was already a hint of swamp. The smell wafted.
Klein and Lemon are elites, Mrs. Puppet is the master, and together with Annan, this team is small but capable.
The bonfire was raised. The ranger added several more pieces of firewood, saying that those bats sucked blood and would be very annoying if the fire was not burning brightly.
Annan was sitting by the campfire, leaning on the carriage, preparing to meditate when Klein came over.
"How are you going to deal with the Crimson Princess?"
"Who is the Crimson Princess?"
Klein had no expression, or was showing contempt.
Annan smiled: "I just want you to relax."
We haven't encountered any enemies during this trip to the south. Klein always felt that enemies would appear next and there would be a fight. Fierce fighting...
"You seem to be very close to the Crimson Princess?" Annan rarely saw Klein take the initiative to ask someone.
"She... was pure."
Ultimately, stereotypes are generalizations of a group by other groups: elves are arrogant, orcs are savage, dwarves are stubborn. So the contrast will be impressive, such as the lustful elves, the civilized orcs, the timid dwarves... The Crimson Princess does not have the stereotypes of vampires, she is beautiful like a human being.
“Yes, so I feel a little guilty too...”
But from Annan's point of view, there was no problem for him to do so - he was caught in the Crimson Castle.
"Don't worry, I will go find her, but not now."
Klein walked away. She did not rest, but patrolled the perimeter of the camp.
The ranger climbed up a tree, pretending to be vigilant but actually being lazy. He put a fur on his body and took a nap.
Mrs. Puppet said very little. Annan asked her what was wrong but refused to say anything. Her clothes were Klein's assimilation appearance.
The silent night passed quietly amidst the crackle of the bonfire... At a certain moment, a shock came from the distance.
Klein guessed half of it right.
They did encounter the enemy, but it was not a fierce battle.
A group of about two to three hundred wandering rats wanted to attack this convoy of only three or four people, but they picked the wrong target...
Klein took it out and put it on the carriage The stainless steel shield was like a wall to withstand the impact of the rat-men. Then Lemon released the water blade at a fixed frequency to clean up the rat-men rushing from both sides of Klein. Every time, the flesh and blood of one rat-man must be splashed.
Whoosh——
The sound of breaking wind sounded, and the rat men fell one at a time.
The most agile one was Mrs. Puppet. She raised her hands, and then the ten rat men approaching the bonfire seemed to be controlled by strings, turning around and killing their kind.
It only took two minutes, and the escaping rats were as hurried as when they came, not forgetting to clean up the battlefield - dragging away the bodies of their companions.
If they win, they will have a good meal. If they lose, they will also have a good meal.
This is the survival of the rat people.
They are not weak. Most caravans with only one elite or even ordinary professionals are unable to resist, or suffer heavy losses.
But the weakest member of this team was the ranger who shot to death seven or eight ratmen with bows and arrows.
Klein is still searching for nearby ratmen, but he behaves as a ranger is accustomed to: "I told you, they are everywhere."
After all, the south belongs to the entire thirteen clans of ratmen. Lair... Maybe there is a ratman's nest underground now.
Annan and the others paid a little more attention in the second half of the night, but the rat man did not appear again.
In the early morning, they packed their things and prepared to set off.
After the battle last night, the blood of the rat men soaked into the land. And as they set off, the more brown ground there was, the more vague the smell became clearer...
In the morning, they arrived at the rancid swamp.
The putrid swamp is shrouded in mist that lingers all day long. The wet soil and rotting vegetation exude a disgusting stench, which seems to stick to the body and linger.
Swamps of unknown depth dotted the swamp like fragments, with rotten branches and leaves floating and the remains of unknown creatures. Occasionally, sticky bubbles emerge, which burst, emitting a slight gurgling sound and an unpleasant stench.
The sparse trees seemed to be dead, without a single green leaf, and the zigzag leaves of those shrubs also showed an unhealthy yellow-green color.
The Fetid Swamp is obviously not a pleasant place to live... You can see why the goblins want to please the southern kingdoms.
Annan was still looking for goblins somewhere, when two goblins carrying animal skin pants came around from behind a few intertwined dead trees.
"Humanity...Humanity is coming!"
They screamed when they saw Annan.
Dorai and the goblin leader got out of the carriage, and they shouted again: "Humans have captured our kind!"
Annan had no choice but to say to them:
"I am Annan, King of the North, Lord of the Floating City, Champion Warlock, Queen Knight, Reeves, came to visit the goblin tribe.”
(End of this chapter)