Chapter 838 69. Broken Tooth's Fantasy Life
Annan told Broken Tooth a story called "The Ugly Duckling":
Once upon a time, there was an ugly duckling who stayed with the ducklings. The ducks laughed at it because it was ugly and big. It was different from them. The ugly duckling was very sad, but it didn't know that it was actually a white swan. When it grew up, all the ducks would marvel at its beauty.
"You and other ducks... no, you are different from other rat people. Insidiousness is their motto, and despicability is their way of doing things."
"I also ate it when I was a child. Neighbor’s legs…”
"What? This is just a metaphor. Your future has already changed the day you joined Liberty City. Believe in yourself, just like I believe in you."
The emotions Duanya felt when he heard these words were unbearable The metaphor is similar to that of the Rat Man who listened to the Oracle of the Horned Rat.
Since then, Broken Tooth has firmly transformed into a fanatic believer in Annan, implemented his will, and believed in him as the Great Horned Rat——
So Broken Tooth is no longer satisfied with what he is doing in the Hell Mountain Camp. Could be a ratman hiding in the basement.
Broken Tooth is going to find his own way.
It does a hundred times more things out there than in Hell Mountain.
For example, now, relying on the fat and body raised in Liberty City, Broken Tooth squeezed out of the basement and came to the camp.
The camp is crowded with elite rats and slave rats, but no reckless rats. Ever since they discovered that the Ratmen they smashed down and carried away were bigger than some rolling stones, the Musketeers had always been watching the Rats to set fire. Not a single Rat came close to the camp alive, so they simply gave up attacking Hell Mountain.
The rats in the camp have no desire to attack. A small number of them are burrowing into the basement. Most of the slave rats lower their heads and gnaw on the corpses of their kind, lying on the fleshy hillsides and swallowing minced meat.
When the rats were not paying attention, Broken Tooth picked through the armors of dead elite rats in the camp and put the intact ones on himself.
The ratmen have little forging ability, and they cannot afford millions of sets of armor, so the elite rat armors that are simply forged from thick iron are very fragile, between leather armor and fine iron, and can even be penetrated by magic muskets.
As Broken Tooth found the intact helmet, he pulled out the severed head and put it on. With its strong body, anyone would think it was an elite rat.
After dressing up, Broken Tooth began to squeeze down the mountain.
While passing by the flesh-and-blood hillside, a mouse was lying on the flesh-and-blood hillside eating heavily and said vaguely: "Mom, I won't go home for dinner today. Oh, you are here too."
< br>You will never be able to go back. Broken Tooth thought.
But when leaving Hell Mountain, maybe it was too dazzling due to the current going against the current. Broken Tooth was caught by the war supervising guards and brought to a camp at the foot of the mountain where guards were stationed and tribal war flags were erected.
"Lord Grey-haired Rat, we have captured the deserter rat!" The battle supervisor and the rat-man priest reported loudly.
"I am the scout of Lord Gray Fur Rat, and I want to go back and report to hell... The Huiyue Mountains have been captured!" Broken Tooth screamed.
"Troublesome Stun thing... get out of here..." The battle supervisors had no doubt that he was there.
I don’t know if it’s a blind spot left over from when the Horned Rat was still around or if it’s just because he doesn’t bother to do this. In short, there are no humans yet to trick the rat-men into gathering information, and the rat-men have no defense against this.
After easily coming out of the camp, Broken Tooth remembered the pattern of the flying Rat Man flag and headed towards the Great Wall of the North.
Broken Tooth followed Fermi to see the defense map of the Orr Empire. It followed the tide of rats to the nearest direction, like a small boat in the sea.
Broken Tooth moved very quickly. When night fell, it rushed to the first place of defense - the top of the mountain was silent, and the rat tide passed by this place invariably.
This line of defense has fallen.
Wasting no time in climbing up, Broken Tooth gave up and looked at other lines of defense - even Hell Mountain was almost lost, and those human gadgets could not withstand the rat tide.
It rushed straight to the newly built Northern Great Wall, which may still be holding on.
At a certain moment, Broken Tooth, covered in silver moon and mixed in the rat tide, raised his head and saw the last magical light shining on a mountain peak.
This mountain peak is one of the lines of defense. It looks like it has just fallen...
Broken Tooth followed the sparse group of rats and climbed to the top of the mountain.
There are rat people and their creepy eating sounds everywhere.
It came late. Broken Tooth looked back in the direction of Hell Mountain. There was silence there... Maybe the Great Wall of the North thought that Hell Mountain had fallen.
At this moment, Broken Tooth vaguely caught a weak breath from under his feet. It lowered its head and met a pair of fearful eyes.
“Are you a survivor?” Broken Tooth asked in Common Tongue.
The human being hiding under the rat corpse stared wide-eyed.
It glanced around and lowered its voice: "I am a soldier of Liberty City. Come out, the rat-things will 'clean the battlefield', and they will eat you while you are alive."
"I will come out and they will He will also eat me..." A childish voice sounded.
"I just said that you are my backup food."
Broken Tooth dragged him out. Unexpectedly, the survivor turned out to be a boy of only five or six years old.
Broken Tooth still had the indifference of the rat man in its bones. It was indifferent and found a helmet for the boy to put on.
Because of the peculiar smell and meat foam in the helmet, the boy retched, attracting the attention of several ratmen.
"Get away! The human thing is mine!"
Broken Tooth pulled out his sword and killed the nearest rat in a demonstration.
The other rat men backed away in fear, and Broken Tooth took off the mage robe of the human corpse on the side and put it on the boy, carried him on his shoulders, and went down the mountain without looking back.
Behind Broken Tooth, several wererats pounced on the still-warm bodies of their companions.
...
The boy's name was Li Te. He said that he sneaked out with his uncle and wanted to kill the rat people... but they all died.
"They say that the rat people are all bad and the rat people are weak. Why are you not bad and the rat people are not weak?" Li Te, wearing a mage robe and a helmet, sat on Broken Tooth's shoulder. His face was stained with tears, blood and flesh foam.
They followed the rat tide southward,
"The rat men are indeed bad, but I am not bad. The rat men are indeed weak, but they are not weak when they stand together."
"I don't understand..."
"Have you ever stepped on an ant?"
"Hmm..."
Li Teuk is still a child and seems to have not been able to understand death. Meaning, I just thought it was my uncle and his friends who went to another place with the Rat Man. His attention was quickly drawn to something of interest.
He said that he had used fire, water, poke with sticks, stepped on with his feet, and even caught other bugs to watch them fight...
For children, the ground is always closer than the sky.
"Are ants scary?"
Li Te shook his head: "Even I can kill them."
"What if you are surrounded by ants?"< br>
"Surrounded?" Li Teuk couldn't imagine that scene.
"You wake up early one morning and find that your room, floor, ceiling, walls, windows, and doors are all covered with ants."
Leet hugged Broken Tooth's helmet tightly in fear.
"You are different from them, right?"
(End of Chapter)