Chapter 875 106. Nanami and Nanazi
Annan, who did not allow Liberty City to participate in the war, was fighting alone to some extent.
He is the nominal commander of the army, but he has no soldiers in his hands.
Fortunately, Annan can still use his talents and seize the time to recruit his subordinates before the main force of the devil arrives.
For example, Shadowsong and her prisoner soldiers are very suitable for recruitment. As for mobilizing his own fans in the mountain city... forget it.
What is the difference between sending someone who likes you to die and sending your own people to die?
And...warn the Kingdom of Dimon and ask them to annihilate the demonic plague.
Annan found de la Torre on the wall of the inner city: "My spies told me that the leader of this group of demons is the legendary red dragon warlock Nanako, a minion of Demon Lord Nanami."< br>
"Sorry, what did you say?" De La Torre suddenly felt that his ears had become muddy.
"You know those powerful demons can sense their true names, right? So I gave them a title."
"Your spy? Where is he?"
"If you can see it casually, he is not a spy." Annan looked confidential, "But it's okay to tell you... My spy is in the devil "
De La Torre was noncommittal. After all, no one would doubt the popularity of a warlock... As long as he wanted to, he could sleep with humanoids throughout the city.
“Is that all you have to say?”
“Not enough?”
"Not enough." De La Torre shook his head, "We have long known that behind these demons...Nanazi."
Annan pondered: "I also know how to kill Nanazi, these demons It will naturally fall apart."
"The devil has always been like this. As long as the leaders and supervisors hiding in the demonic tide are eliminated, they will fight themselves."
It seems that there is no need. Under his own supervision, the Kingdom of Dimon will also find a way to deal with the red dragon warlock Moglock... Oh, now it's Nanazi.
De La Torre looked north and sighed: "What did you see?"
Annan stretched out his hand: "Over there, there is the enemy."
Looking at the fissure with black mist rising in the north, Annan suddenly felt that there was something strange in the basin between the devil and the mountain city, like... A huge footprint.
“Where is that place?”
“In the Tianshen Basin, a giant god once stepped on the ground and left footprints.”
“Is it true? "I don't believe it." Annan looked at the "footprint" and asked, "Is it at least twenty miles or thirty miles long? And there are no other footprints around it, so it is a giant standing on one leg at least two hundred miles tall?" ”
De La Torre said nothing and stared at Annan with the eyes of a college professor looking at a student.
"I'm sorry, I can't speak clearly when I'm thinking about things..."
But such a big footprint... If I could summon it myself, let alone the minions of the Demon Lord, the Demon Even the Grand King's grandmother had to admit defeat...
De La Torre left, Annan continued to stand on the city wall, thinking about how to gather strength, and unconsciously stared at the Celestial Basin.
At some point, Annan turned around if he noticed. The direction behind is Wilhelm, so the footprints are like a giant walking towards Wilhelm...
Forget it, that doesn't make sense.
Annan left the city wall and headed to the out-of-city garrison of Tasia and the Janna family that he had inquired about not long ago.
It is also the base for soldiers from the Snow Mountain Fortress Rekaner Kingdom.
After the Kingdom of Rekaner betrayed humanity and abandoned its people, these people regarded themselves as the forgotten ones. His heart is full of revenge - against the devil, against the rat people, against the kingdom of Rekaner.
Standing in front of the camp, Annan looked at the figures walking around the camp. Those whose skin looked pale and frosty due to lack of sunlight and staying in the cold for too long were worthy of their name.
Annan wanted to take them back to Liberty City, and Olmedo thought the same. After all, they are the real elites, the kind of elites whose morale will not collapse even if they are killed 80% of the time...
And Annan's identity as "the King of the North betrayed by the Kingdom of Ruikan" is naturally related to them. Closeness. "Oh, it's Jack!"
As soon as he entered the camp, someone recognized Annan.
"The Fall of the Mage Tower" was briefly popular in the Snow Mountain Fortress, but they have not seen the magical images since then. The exclamation at this time suddenly brought Annan back to the time three years ago.
Everything was great then... and it's great now too.
"Hello, can you take me to the Janna family?" Annan asked kindly.
“Follow me!”
The soldier was very excited. After all, magic images were one of the few pastimes they had in the boring snow-capped mountains.
"What's your name?" Annan asked him.
"Sauron!"
"Your name is very similar to one of my centurions, his name is Sauron."
This soldier is different from what he imagined. He talks a lot and has a warm attitude, rather than a bitter and resentful look.
"My mother said that my brother who died young was named Zoro!" the young soldier exclaimed.
Annan suddenly stopped: "How old are you?"
"I went to the Snow Mountain Fortress when I was sixteen. I should be...nineteen this year."
"Do you have anything missing?" Facing soldiers of similar age to himself, Annan's heart was touched. .
"We lack nothing, Jack...but if you could just let us see your behavior when the mage tower collapsed..."
"I understand."
Annan opened the portal in the open space of the camp and asked Ingrid to hand over to the "forgotten ones" and provide them with whatever they needed.
After all, they will be their own future residents.
Following Sauron, Annan finally saw Brinor Janna who was wrestling with her tribe on the grass.
Her pale skin was covered with a layer of sweat, glowing in the sun like a Valkyrie.
Brino Janna knew about Annan's arrival at the same time, threw the sparring tribesmen out, and walked towards Annan with the cheers of other tribesmen.
“Are you still alive?” She waved to her tribe, “Call Tasia over.”
"Why do you ask?"
"That king is not a generous person." Brinor Janna's tone was not unfamiliar at all, as if they had just met yesterday.
"I don't need to be afraid of him, on the contrary, he needs to be afraid of me."
"It seems that a lot of things have happened during this time..."
Brie No. Jana looked Annan up and down, but before she could taste Annan now, Tasia appeared at the training ground.
She was taller than the last time we saw her, and she had more scars on her body than before. At a rough glance, there were hundreds of dense scars.
Tauren have thick cuticles, and these scars are more a symbol of glory than wounds.
Annan suddenly hesitated. After finally reuniting, he didn't want to lose his reunited friends just like this...
Tasia had a delicate heart, as if she could see Annan's inner thoughts, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, we will repel this evil attack. Just go to your city with your tribe."
"It sounds like something is going to happen soon..."
(End of this chapter)