Chapter 841 72. August 10
The room was eerily quiet.
Peg's face gradually turned pale. He had just sworn that Broken Tooth was a spy and a deserter, and he couldn't wait to execute him to vent his anger... but Liberty City came back again?
“Really kill him?” Paige still had a glimmer of hope.
“Yes…”
"Where is that boy?"
The henchman made a motion of slitting his throat.
Peg couldn't even complain, because he was the one who told his cronies to hurry up...
"Send someone to tell Duke Kingsley about this, and bite them to death as deserters. "Peg asked the maid to put on her boots and stood up.
Peg came to the map room, stood in front of the map and forgot for a while, wondering: "The surrounding forces were uprooted by the rat tide. Where did they come from, and why did they take them back?"< br>
"The watchtower said they saw the soldiers of Liberty City retreating underground in the evening, and the Skaven continued to attack, and suddenly rushed out at midnight..."
"Could I be wrong?"
< br>Peg was worried and even questioned the watchtower.
"Probably not... The magic light is very clear in the middle of the night."
Peg felt very unlucky. He just wanted to show his kindness to Duke Kingsley, who had a problem with Annan... Okay, just some minor troubles.
"I don't believe that the warlock can cause trouble for a rat and a boy." Paige believed that he had done nothing wrong. Liberty City had already been defeated at that time, and the Orr Empire never showed mercy to losers. Even the Tatooine Empire is not qualified to intervene.
"Keep an eye on Hell Mountain." Paige said fiercely, "There are no reinforcements around him, and they are still at the front... I don't believe they can withstand the main attack of the rat men!"
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The first phase of Belial's plan was successfully completed: the ratmen thought they were opening a can, but they didn't expect that the can would open automatically and a giant dragon would come out——
The rats that were mostly slave rats wandering around the camp were eliminated instantly, and the whole process went smoothly. By the time the mages came out, there were not many rats left in the camp.
Two groups of mages opened up the magic barrier, and the other group performed freely, clearing away the plague, releasing light spells, and setting up a wall of fire to entertain the rat people——
How embarrassing their failure was a few hours ago, and now How confident they are.
When the magic light illuminated Hell Mountain like daylight, Beryl didn't think that the magic gun was better than the staff.
As planned, the musketeers rushed to the front line and started shooting, bringing the thundering nightmare to the rat tide again. The soldiers held the logs and threw the rat corpses out of the camp when nothing happened, delaying the progress of the rat men.
In addition to logs and rolling stones, Annan also obtained a large amount of oil, measured in tons.
Skaven are easy to ignite, and can burn for a long time if animal oil is poured on them. However, no lord has ever done this in wars against Skaven - it is either too expensive or too late.
Eight barrels of animal oil is enough to consume in Liberty City for a whole day, but pushing it down and igniting it will delay the Rat Man for at most ten minutes.
But for Annan, it doesn’t matter if money can be used to reduce casualties.
The most perfect fuel is actually oil. But so far, except for Michael who happened to make a small amount of alchemy, Annan has not met him yet... He has already sent someone to find it.
A few minutes after the gun echoed over Hell Mountain again, the sound of flapping wings came from above.
Ilimoyas returned with the white dragons.
Fermi's tense face relaxed slightly.
Except for Broken Tooth, I don’t know where to go. The casualties were not as great as expected——
Beryl’s shout suddenly woke up Fermi.
"What are you proud of!? Just because you drove out the rat tide? Let me tell you, this is just the beginning! The rat tribe has not appeared yet! We have to hold on for two more days!"
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"Tedel, do you know a kind of black oil? It burns violently and is usually found underground..." Annan held the leaves of the World Tree.
When it comes to obscure knowledge, the longer-lived elves sometimes know more than the wizards.
"Burning... black... oil? Do you mean rot?"
"Uh... rot?"
"The gods said that it is the filth that has been transformed into countless corpses over countless millions of years..."
"That's it! You Do you know where it is?”
“There is a lot of rot in the Sea Tribe.”
The Sea Tribe... Annan has little chance of contacting them. It seems that he will not be able to get oil in the short term.
"Did you fight the rat people in the north?" Tedder took the opportunity to ask.
Unless Annan takes the initiative to contact her, Tedder rarely contacts him. Annan asked why, and the answer was simple: a month in the eyes of an elf is about the same as a human day.
Chatting every day is obviously more than just friends.
After hanging up the leaves of the World Tree, Annan looked around the room aimlessly, as if this could inspire him to send something to Hell Mountain.
The sound of weak footsteps awakened Annan, who was distracted. He looked at the door, guessing whose footsteps... First of all, he excluded the eldest sister. The footsteps were very light, like Abby, but with a dull tone, only Orr Meadow likes to wear boots all day, and I have never seen her slippers...
Click——
While Annan was still thinking, the door had been pushed open.
Wood, wearing an old aristocratic uniform and raising his collar imitating Dracula, appeared outside the door.
"Why are you here?" Annan sat up a little straighter.
“A bard came to the tavern, and the stories he told... I think you have to listen to it.”
"Is there something wrong..." Annan lowered his voice and glanced behind Wood.
"Not good? That bard seems to know something very secret..."
"It's business..." Annan's face fell, "Okay, I'll go over and take a look. "Look."
Annan suddenly thought that high-strength alcohol can also burn, and it is cheaper than oil, and it is easier to distill alcohol - unlike when making magic guns and using the memory silk technique to remember how to do it, distilled alcohol He can make it himself.
Following Wood to the tavern, as soon as Annan entered, the noisy tavern was filled with whistles and screams.
"No wonder the divination said that I will have good luck today!"
"This guy next to me pays for all the expenses tonight!"
If Annan hadn't always been wandering around Liberty City, the residents I see it every day, and most of the tourists have seen it once or twice, and they have already pounced on it now.
Annan waved to the guests, and his eyes fell on the bard.
“It seems that our city lord has also been attracted.” said the bard holding the lute.
"My friend said you have wonderful stories." The clean-faced bard made Annan feel familiar, "Have we seen each other before?"
"Excellent people always have the same characteristics. So it makes people feel familiar." The bard sitting on the stool bowed and said, "So, are you ready to listen to the story I prepared?"
Annan sat down with a long hair at Wood's signal. The bearded guest gave way to his seat.
Facing everyone's gaze, the bard raised his head slightly.
"I'm going to tell a story about a rat man."
(End of this chapter)