Chapter 1127 49. The Chief and the Rat King
Don’t get me wrong, Annan is just the fighting power of the Greedy Orcs.
After all, orcs are warriors as adults. Wearing heavy armor can make them more comparable to elite warriors, and the price is cheap. Two jinnar can hire orc warriors for a month.
The only question is, would it be impolite to just walk over and ask for the price?
It happened that a small and beautiful silver dragon crawled across the front. Well...it would certainly not be rude to ask the dragons how much they cost.
Taking courage, Annan walked up to the sturdy orc.
Cairn Gorehowl had no fun at all. The singing and dancing elves around him only made him feel as noisy as a monkey.
What creature is slender, lives in a tree, and chatters?
The answer is monkey.
No orc likes the elves' banquet... They enjoy all kinds of meat, but the elves only eat natural food.
Letting an orc chew fruit...that's abuse!
If the tribe knows about it, his reputation as Chief Bloodhowler will no longer exist!
"Hello."
When Kane Gorehowl was angry inside, a common language sounded around him.
It turned around, didn't find the person speaking, and turned back with a grunt.
"Are you alone?"
The voice sounded again, Kane Gorehowl looked around, and the accumulated grievance turned into anger.
"Who is teasing me!"
Kain Bloodhowl roared, and the brown skin turned into blood skin due to anger.
The nearby messengers and elves looked over after hearing the news, and then looked away.
Annan stood silent in front of the orc.
Who is teasing whom?
Why is this orc not so smart...
"I'm here..." Annan said helplessly.
Kain Gorehowl lowered his head and stared at Annan for a few seconds: "Are you looking for me?"
"I see you are alone, do you want to chat?" Annan tried his best to exude his charm.
"What are you talking about?"
This orc is very direct, and so is Annan: "You look like you need help."
Kain Gorehowl glared Annan gradually began to breathe heavily.
Those who can be invited to the royal court by elves can at least be contacted. Annan was not worried about it attacking him: "Don't be nervous, I don't mean any harm. I have seen the most——"
"No need!"
The orc left a word and turned away angrily.
Annan looked at its back. This orc's reaction was not to smash his own skull, but to escape... Could he really be deceived by himself?
But it's a little hard to get to...it doesn't matter, the spicier it is, the more Annan likes it.
Not chasing after him for the time being, the main races were already in his pocket, and Annan's eyes fell on the Rat King beside him.
The huge body forms a mountain of flesh that is difficult to ignore. The elves and messengers stayed away from the Rat King and his attendants, and they didn't care. They stayed in a corner of the banquet to "clean" the table.
The Rat King's fat body is covered with a layer of rough black hair, like a bloated big rat, which dissipates a lot of nausea.
And the Rat King is very rich...
It’s just that Annan can’t think of anything to sell to them.
Annan still remembers the description of the characteristics of the thirteen clans of ratmen: the ratmen of the McKean clan are all big, the Drane clan is hairy, the Hatarn clan is petite and timid, the Tatoun clan is primitive, and the Sturn clan is Skaven are most similar to humans and elves.
The Thrane clan... seems to be the most greedy and extravagant.
Greed is easy to understand, Annan is. And extravagance needs to be dismantled and understood... They are extravagant and will exchange all the spoils for gold and stick them on their bodies. They are promiscuous... reflected in the fact that Thrane has the highest fertility rate among the thirteen clans, with a fertility rate far exceeding 666%
Annan thought of something and took out his guiding light "Warlock's Notes" and turned to it. Page:
[Rat-man, oh Rat-man. I've been to the South. On the second floor of the tavern, I refused the flirting girl, but I couldn't refuse the female rat-man who was as agile as a ranger... The feeling was unforgettable. It is said that many fallen nobles have ratmen in their homes. If you happen to meet one, her heat will melt you, as long as you ignore her disloyal feelings. They have no interest in you at all, they just want your seed or use you to gain a position. But you can also use "she just wants to give birth to my child" to blind yourself. Another advantage of the rat people is that after they know your identity as a warlock, they will call for its daughter, its niece, its mother, its aunt... If you don't mind that your camp falls into chaos, you don't mind that maybe Be corrupted. If you don't mind the emergence of hundreds of descendants of the rat people, and just want to understand the true meaning of life and death with the rat people, go to the south, that is your paradise. 】
The description in this paragraph sounds like the Sturn rat, but the following part should refer to the Thrane rat.
The only difference between them and succubi is that succubi don't keep giving birth. They feed on spirit, and Thrane rats are literally immersed in the joy of mating.
It's hard to understand why there is such a big difference between the two beings who are both rat-men...but it makes sense. After all, Maria has almost no rat-men characteristics except for her tail.
Contacting the Skaven of Thrane should give the Skaven of Sturn a sense of urgency?
Annan walked towards the Rat King, like worker bees surrounding its attendant Rat.
"It's not food."
The Rat King hummed and asked the attendants in a hunting posture to step back.
"Human thing...why are you so close..." The Rat King spoke in sharp and lame common language.
"I come with good intentions." Annan replied in fluent Ratman language.
At this time, the advantage of being able to speak rat-human language comes into play.
The Rat King's plump head showed an expression of obvious interest: "Do you know the Holy Clan language?"
Annan said sincerely: "I like the Rat Man very much. I am friends with the Stun Rat Man, and I am friends with Mai. The relationship between Ken and the rat people is also good. I don’t think all rat people are bad. I have seen the most noble rat people and the most despicable humans..."
But when I know the inside story, In the eyes of humans, it’s another story: I like ratmen very much (only good-looking female ratmen like Maria and Gale), and I’m friends with the Stunrats (referring to each other with the Stunrats). Utilize), and also has a good relationship with the McKeon Ratman (destroyed several conspiracy of the McKeon clan). I don’t think all ratmen are bad (such as Maria). I have seen the most noble ratmen and the most despicable humans (those who are deceived by this sentence can go around Liberty City)...< br>
The Rat King leaned forward with difficulty under the push of the Attendant Rat, and looked at Annan a few times: "You also want to be my mother's male favorite?"
"What? No... you misunderstood , I just came to say hello." Annan looked weak and helpless.
The Rat King also felt the same way: "You are too thin and cannot withstand the ravages of your mother..."
Needless to say the mother, she herself, just the folds of her belly can pinch Annan to death...
< br>"Do you want to climb on my belly and play?" The Rat King saw that Annan was very pleased with him and actively invited him.
"That's not necessary..."
The Rat King felt sorry for Annan's decision. Many gray-haired rats were not qualified to climb into her belly.
(End of this chapter)