If Starmoon Bay were in the south, the November temperatures would still cause a violent plague to erupt among hundreds of thousands of corpses, but in the north, the corpses of those hard states were frozen to even the rat people.

It seems that not wanting to cheapen Annan, the retreating rat tide still took away all the "rations". Annan couldn't help but sigh that not only did they not invade Xingyue Bay, but also cleaned up the battlefield for themselves, and there were also good rats in the McCain clan.

The second wave of rats rushed to the east, but Starmoon Bay did not return to its previous opening, because there were still some rat people arriving one after another. They don't know what happened before, and they still see Starmoon Bay as a delicacy that lies across the road and needs to be pried open to enjoy the hard shell. So the occasional gunshots on the city walls became a spice.

Annan and Elimayas went south again, and the ratmen belonging to the second wave of rats were converging on Breeze City. Upon their return, the knights of Blom hoped to take the initiative, and in response, they tactfully, twisted, and tentatively hoped that they would also paint their armor with meritorious deeds.

Annan complied, and watched the morale-boosting knights pour out of Breeze City.

Now, he has one more important thing to do.

……

"Let's welcome the heroes of Starmoon Bay, Broken Teeth!"

A nezumi stood on a high platform, cheered by thousands of musketeers and residents...... Outside of Starmoon Bay, this can only happen if the nezumi are to be hanged.

As a Stoun Elite Mouse, the height of the broken teeth is more than 1.6 meters, and its shiny cilia and strong physique are the differences between it and the slave rat, and it can barely fight with the unskilled Fast.

But the most valuable thing is that Broken Tooth is completely devoid of the treacherous, insidious and cunning of the nezumi, but really holds grudges.

The people of Starmoon Bay don't have that much hatred for the nezumen...... Or rather, Annan's will is theirs. Annan was right when he said that there are good nezumi too. And these days, Xingyue Bay has long been rumored to have paid for the broken teeth. The story of a bard is that an enemy soldier was reformed by them and disarmed and returned to the field. But in the case of another invasion of the enemy country, this soldier stepped forward and took the initiative to go to the trap to defuse a crisis.

Without this real Sturne rat, Annan couldn't fool the McKenn rat. The honor of Broken Tooth is well deserved.

Annan personally wore a gold badge on it.

"You're not a soldier, so I won't award you merits." Annan chuckled, "As compensation...... Do you have anything you want? For example, friends and clansmen who want to be picked up? ”

"I don't remember them." Broken Tooth said. "I want to ...... I want a name. ”

Annan meditated for a while: "Sorens...... What do you think? ”

The meaning of the lingua franca is "the evil one who throws himself into justice", and the allusion is that in the elf years, a chaotic and evil deep hell purgatory suddenly believed in the righteous guardian god, shaking the demons of the abyss and the gods of heaven for 10,000 years.

"I love the name."

But the broken tooth didn't react - Annan finally saw someone more ignorant than himself!

The square began to cheer for the new name of Broken Tooth, Sorens. Annan smiled: "Now it's on the head of the old orc." ”

The Old Orcs are more famous in Planencheshire County than many legends for Bertal Redemption, and are also popular in Starmoon Bay, but now Sorens is even more popular.

Then it was the turn of the other participants in the battle: Losi, Fermi, a dozen musketeers, and the thirteen-headed white dragon, who also had a significant contribution - Elimoas was too lazy to attend such a party.

They received a silver badge second only to gold in this campaign. All other musketeers in battle had bronze badges – to divide merit – and to save money.

The reward for thirteen white dragons is ten buckets of fresh fish, after all, it is difficult for a strong dragon to make the white dragon understand what honor is.

No one became a "captain". The black blood of killing 10,000 nezumi is just a luxury for them now. Nearly half of the knights made up for the battle reward - they scribbled a rat's head on their plate armor representing the killing of an elite rat, and Fermi painted the blood-colored rat head for killing more than ten elite rats.

After the award consciousness was over, the musketeers couldn't wait to go out to clean up the rat people on Starmoon Bay, and Annan told them to rest for a day and go to Breeze City tomorrow to help.

Returning to the Lord's Palace, Annan found Ingrid following her, and she was puzzled.

As the secretary of the interior who specializes in government affairs, Ingrid struggles to understand why feats can cause soldiers to ignore threats and instead look forward to new battles.

Annan said that this is the charm of growth: a person pushing a stone up a mountain is stupid and tormenting, but if you push a stone up and there will be something that doesn't mean anything for you to count, then your motivation to push the stone will increase. If you add a leaderboard to this, record the person who pushes the most stones, and put all the people who push the stones together to compete-

"I don't understand."

Ingrid gets small to large and comes into contact with "ladylike" etiquette to insulate her from the competition.

"Suppose Olmedo announced that all the people who are good at government affairs will be put together and ranked according to their performance......"

"I see."

This woman, who was almost as cold as Lindy, but talked a lot, had an unsettling frenzy in her eyes.

"You called the nezumi here...... No, take them to the Home Office. Annan said, after Ingrid asked something, and said, "I have something to ask them......

Annan paused, as if to sort out the language: "We need to know what the nezumi are going to do......"

It's just that Annan didn't have hope of getting the news from the rat people, and it was true, the slave rats didn't know anything, they were just driven north by the clan.

Maria told her to leave, and the druids, elves, dwarves, and dragons fled the North.

The rat plague is terrifying, but it should not be feared by all races unless they know what humans do not know.

Annan seems to be standing at a fork in the road between survival and destruction.

Unable to think of an answer, Annan asked Olmedo in a matter of indecision, and sent the musketeers over by the way.

The rat tide in Breeze City was a few days earlier than Starmoon Bay, and now that Starmoon Bay has lifted the crisis, Breeze City is still fighting. Compared to the "slave rats mixed with elite rats" in Xingyue Bay, Breeze City is "slave rats mixed with elite rats".

But Olmedo still wondered: "The nezumi doesn't seem to be doing their best yet." ”

For the city standing in the northernmost part of the kingdom, Breeze City is full of martial virtues, and the gathering rat tide does not bring much pressure, and even Agarwal has not returned.

"The rat tide army hasn't arrived yet?" Annan asked.

Olmedo shook his head: "The rat tide has surrounded Breeze City for more than a week, maybe they have already crowded to the foot of the snowy mountain.

Annan was suddenly stunned at this moment, and the black eyes reflecting the snow-capped mountains outside the window trembled with the terrifying conjecture that suddenly emerged.

Don't......

(End of chapter)