In the early morning of the third day of the hunting plan, sporadic nezumi began to appear in the grasslands outside the forest.

The military minister of the Principality of Windmills, who was the first to arrive, volunteered to give them the stragglers.

Faced with the ignorant and arrogant military minister, Annan had no choice but to ask him to send a cronie to follow the dragon boy Elder and the ghost to the north.

This time they came back twice as fast as last time...... This means that they are half as close to the nezumi.

The military minister's cronies had their hair tossed and messy, their faces were frighteningly pale, and they slipped off the dragon's back and nearly fell.

He was speechless, "Nezumi ...... A lot of nezumi ......"

The Minister of War was uneasy, and hurriedly asked, "How much!" ”

Annan simply gave him the magical images taken by the ghost.

When he saw the rat men as far as the eye could see, the military minister also shuddered: "I—we must tell ...... Tell the Empire! The nezumi are heading north! ”

Annan calmly returned the Philosopher's Stone to the ghost: "The Empire already knows it, and the target of our hunt is them. ”

"We ...... Hunt them? ”

The military minister's expression was as if he heard a swarm of ants trying to build a sandcastle to meet the tsunami......

"Will the Empire send us to our deaths?" Annan asked rhetorically.

As a result, the Minister of Military Affairs was inexplicably silent......

"What did I say wrong?" Annan looked at Blom suspiciously.

"The reputation of the Tatooan Empire is not good......"

"I know, the king of bones, the kingdom of barbarians, the beauty of bone artifacts or something......"

"I'm not talking about this, but the empire has been brutally suppressing the surrounding countries...... So many vassals will never buy Fast pants and give them away. ”

Annan almost laughed, almost understanding what Blom meant: the empire was a cruel and cold empire in the eyes of the surrounding countries and lords, but it dared not speak out. After all, those who obey the empire may not die, but those who resist the empire must not live.

"Empire is not loved, but feared......"

With a sigh of emotion, Annan asked, "What is the reaction of Black Watch now?" ”

"They're stationed about 30 miles northeast of us."

That is, the top right......

Annan's heart was slightly relieved, and with a strong ally in close proximity to help share most of the pressure, the rat tide they encountered could be alleviated a lot.

Standing at the camp much higher than the forest and looking south, Annan could vaguely see the end of his sight, unable to distinguish between the Great Wall in the north and the cloudy black horizon.

The storm came as scheduled.

The camp has stopped watering cement, and the end result is a large camp nearly twenty meters above the forest. The trade-off was that the stronghold had used up all of Freetown's cement reserves and borrowed some from the Empire.

The "war exploits" that you strive for are best worth the money.

The Fourth Legion was sent to the grasslands to the north to clear the wandering ratmen, while everyone who remained, including Hellfire, was carrying supplies and digging ditches.

Magic cannons and orichalsal cannons are erected on high platforms, and canopies built by the goblins protect them from the mute fire of cannons and muskets in storms.

This preparation left an ugly scar in the heart of the forest.

The elves were indifferent. They hate nezumi more than they destroy forests.

Thirteen meteor hammers specially made by Annan for the thirteen white dragons were also sent. At the end of the chain, about 20 meters long, fell a spiked iron ball weighing nearly 200 pounds.

At that time, the white dragons only need to hold the meteor hammer and plow the ground repeatedly in the air.

As for the situation outside, the result brought back by the dragon trainer Elder and the sketcher was that the rat tide striker was already close to the hundred-mile "hunting ground" carved out by the hunt. The other forces began to notice that something was wrong and sent scouts to the north to investigate.

Annan watched silently, he had already reminded them.

"How long will it take for that force to come this way?"

"They said they would be there by noon tomorrow......" Blom replied.

"Where's the nezumi?"

"It should be a little later."

"It's too late. Tell them that the rat tide is a hundred miles away, and let them decide for themselves whether to come or retreat. ”

Now, Annan has one last thing to do.

"Are you going to return to the Great Wall of the North?" Annan asked the military minister of the Principality of Windmills.

This half-day of contact allowed Annan to judge that he had some ability, but not much.

"I ......"

Annan knew what the military minister was hesitating, and said directly: "I think there should be no force to retreat now, if you do this, you will be the first." ”

After all, they didn't care about the rat tide that Annan said.

"Then I won't retreat, the Principality of Windmills is with you!" The Minister of Military Affairs gritted his teeth with great courage.

Annan bowed: "Since you don't want to retreat, then I hope that there will be only one voice here for the time being in the next battle." Rest assured, I will treat you equally and will not deliberately send your soldiers to death. ”

"Of course, I still understand the truth that there can only be one general on the battlefield!"

The Principality of Windmills had only about 500 troops, but it was exactly the profession that Annam needed: 320 warriors, 40 elites, and 20 mages, and the head of the mage group was a level 13 archmage.

Annan divided everyone into three parts, and all mages were organized into a mage group, which was responsible for dealing with the rat tide, rat man warlocks or powerful targets in the rat tide, as well as taking action in times of crisis.

All ranged Classes and Golem are incorporated into Fermi's men, who are the backbone of the camp.

The remaining heavily armored orcs, warriors, and golems held the line.

These are the powers on the surface, not counting the two epics that Annan can summon at any time - if you can't take the ancestor to the battlefield!

Even after the war, the empire must be in a hurry with Annan......

In the evening, digging a fifth ravine around the camp, the goblins retreated.

Annan no longer cares about the sparse rat people in the grassland, and lets everyone cook on the fire and rest fully......

In the darkness before dawn, Annan was awakened from meditation.

Blom lowered his voice: "There's some movement in the north......"

Annan followed him out of the tent.

Overlooking the whole forest, in the low mountain-like pitch-black camp, everyone woke up, no one made a sound, and the whole camp was filled with silence and slaughter.

They stood silently and hurriedly in their places, their faces flashing alternately dark red and white.

The bleak white comes from the muffled thunder that swells in the south, and the dark red comes from the magical light that erupts in the northeast.

"That's the direction of Blackwatch?"

"Hmm."

They're already at war with the nezumi.

"Why isn't there a light source?" Annan asked.

"Avoid the main force ......of the nezumi - shhh

The camp was silent, and the fighters in the front row repeatedly loosened their weapons and wiped the sweat from their palms.

The dull air can almost condense water......

窸窸窣窣窣......

Amid the rustle of the bushes, several elven rangers sprang out of the woods and leapt onto the camp.

"Here they are......"

As the Elven Ranger spoke, a gust of wind blew over the forest, blowing away the dullness and bringing with it the squeak of rats in the dark.

(End of chapter)