Princess Crimson looks away from the crows that melt into the setting sun.

Dracula next to him was draped in afterglow, as if he was under heavy pressure.

"Dracula, why are you worried?"

"Princess, we shouldn't have taken such risks......"

Dracula, who came out of Crimson Castle, sighed, "We have already left, and if we go back, we will only be ridiculed and even persecuted by them......"

Princess Crimson was slightly stunned, she gently rubbed her crimson heart, and showed a firmness that she had not had before: "For the sake of the queen mother, it's all worth it." ”

Dracula was relieved and unbearable - relieved that Her Royal Highness had finally grown up, and that she could not bear to lose something important......

……

At night, horse-drawn carriages with magic lamps slowly make their way along country lanes.

"Do the people here have a custom of hunting goblins?" Annan asked the ranger who was following on horseback.

"Nope."

"That's to destroy the goblins?"

"Destroy the goblins? What stupid are you talking about...... Of course not. Remembering that the boy in front of him was his employer, the ranger swallowed back the offensive words.

He said that the Rancid Moors were a nest of goblins who had been infesting the borders of Lockhee for decades, so the Duchy announced assistance and the purchase of goblin skins to weaken the goblins.

But no one really wants to catch them all.

"The goblins are still there, and the old man will continue to send us money and food, so as to prevent this group of dirty goblins from running to the master's territory, if the goblins are gone, no one will send us money!"

It seems that the Ranger is really a local.

"Is there anything I should be aware of about the Rancid Moor?"

"Watch out for the rat people in the moor."

"Are there nezumi in the goblin territory?"

"They're everywhere, everywhere......" the ranger swore as he looked up at the shadows scurrying across the night sky, "like these haunting bats." ”

"Oh yes, rumor has it that they also disguise themselves as women to lure humans into the wrong way......" The ranger glanced at Annan a few times, and was about to say something.

"Don't forget that I'm your employer."

The mean ranger pouted.

"Continuing with the story of them dressed as women......"

In the middle of the night, they camped in a glade, and the rancid swamp was about twenty or thirty miles ahead, and when the wind was down, there was already a faint smell of mud.

Klein and Lemon are elites, Madame Puppet is the master, and with Annan, this team is small but lean.

The bonfire rises. The Ranger added several extra pieces of wood, saying that the bats were blood-sucking, and that it would be annoying if the fire was not burned.

Annan sat by the campfire, leaning against the carriage, and was about to meditate when Klein came over.

"What are you going to do with Princess Crimson?"

"Who is Princess Crimson?"

Klein was expressionless, or disdainful.

Annan smiled: "I just want you to relax a little." ”

He had not yet encountered an enemy on this trip to the south, and Klein always felt that the enemy would appear next and there would be a fierce battle......

"You seem to be close to Princess Crimson?" Annan rarely saw Klein take the initiative to ask anyone.

She ...... It's pure. ”

At the end of the day, stereotypes are generalizations of a race by other races: elves are arrogant, orcs are savage, and dwarves are stubborn. So the contrast will be impressive, such as the strong elves, the civilized orcs, and the cowardly dwarves......

Princess Scarlet doesn't have those vampire stereotypes, she's as beautiful as a human.

"yes, so I'm a little guilty......"

But from Annan's standpoint, he had no problem doing so—he was captured at Crimson Castle.

"Don't worry, I'll go look for her, but not now."

Klein walked away, and instead of resting, she patrolled the perimeter of the camp.

The ranger climbed up the tree, pretending to be lazy but actually lazy, and put a fur on his body to doze.

The puppet lady said very little, and Annan refused to say anything when she asked her what was wrong, and the clothes were assimilated by Klein.

The silent night passed quietly with the crackling of the campfire...... At some point, a tremor came from afar.

Klein was half right.

They did meet the enemy, but not in a pitched battle.

A swarm of about two or three hundred wandering rats tried to attack the convoy of three or four people, but they picked the wrong target......

Klein took out the steel shield placed on the carriage, like a wall to resist the onslaught of the nezumen, and then Lemon released the water blade at a fixed frequency to clear the nezumi rushing from both sides of Klein, and one nezumi was bound to splatter flesh and blood at a time.

Phew-

The sound of breaking wind sounded, and one rat-man fell down one at a time.

The most neat of all was the Puppet Lady, who raised her hands, and then the ten nezumi who approached the campfire turned and killed their kind as if they were being manipulated by a string.

It only took two minutes, and the fleeing rats were in as much hurry as they had arrived, and they hadn't forgotten to clean up the battlefield - dragging away the corpses of their comrades.

If they win, they will be fed, and if they lose, they will be fed.

This is the survival of the nezumi.

They are not weak, and most of them are not able to resist the caravans of only one elite or even ordinary professionals, or suffer heavy losses.

But the weakest of this team were all rangers who shot seven or eight nezumen to death with bows and arrows.

Klein was still searching for the nearby nezumi, but the Ranger was accustomed to it: "I told you, they're everywhere. ”

After all, the south is the lair of the entire Thirteen Clans of the Nezumi...... Maybe there's a nezumi nest underground.

In the second half of the night, Annan paid a little attention, but the nezumi did not appear again.

Early in the morning, they packed their things and prepared to go.

After last night's battle, the blood of the nezumi soaked into the land. And as you set out, the more brown ground there is, the clearer the stench becomes......

In the morning, they arrived at the rancid swamp.

The rancid moor is shrouded in a never-ending mist, and the wet soil and decaying vegetation emit a disgusting stench that seems to stick to the body and linger.

Fragments of a swamp of unknown depth dotted the moor, floating with rotting foliage and the remains of unidentified creatures. Occasionally, sticky bubbles emerge that, as they burst, emit a slight grunt and an unpleasant foul odor.

The sparse trees seemed to be dead, without a single green leaf, and the jagged leaves of those shrubs were unhealthy yellow-green.

The Rancid Moor is clearly not a place to live...... You can see why the goblins want to curry favor with the southern nations.

Annan was still wondering where to find the goblins, and two goblins with animal skin pants came out from behind a few dead trees that were entangled with each other.

"Human ...... Humans are coming! ”

They screamed when they saw Annan.

Dorai and the goblin leader emerged from the carriage, and they shouted, "Humans have captured our kind!" ”

Annan had no choice but to say to them:

"I am Annam, King of the North, Lord of the Floating City, Champion Warlock, King Knight, Reeves, and I have come to visit the goblin race."

(End of chapter)