Chapter 838 Chapter 69 The Fantasy Drift of Broken Teeth

Annan told Broken Tooth a story called "The Ugly Duckling":

Once upon a time, there was an ugly duckling who stayed with the duck cubs, and the ducks laughed at him for being ugly and big, unlike them, the ugly duckling was sad, but he didn't know that it was actually a white swan, and when he grew up, all the ducks would marvel at its beauty.

"You and the other ducks...... No, it's different from other nezumen. Insidious is their motto, meanness is their way of doing things. ”

"I also used to chew on my neighbor's leg when I was a kid......"

"What? I'm just using a metaphor. Your future has changed the day you join Liberty City. Believe in yourself as much as I believe in you. ”

Broken Tooth's emotions when he heard these words were indescribable, similar to that of the nezumi who listened to the oracle of the Great Horned Rat.

Since then, Broken Tooth has firmly incarnated as a fanatic believer in Annan, practicing his will, and believing in him as a bighorned rat-

So Broken Tooth is no longer satisfied with himself, and he can only be a nezumi hiding in the basement at Hellhill Camp.

Broken Tooth wants to find his way.

It does a hundred times more outside than it does in Hell Mountain.

For example, now, relying on the fat and strong body raised in Liberty City, the broken teeth squeezed out of the basement and came to the camp.

The camp was packed with elite rats and slave rats, and there were no rats. Ever since discovering that the rat had taken away a rat larger than some rolling stones, the musketeers had been keeping an eye on the rat to gather fire, and none of the rats approached the camp alive, and they simply gave up attacking Hell Mountain.

The rats in the camp had no desire to attack, a few were burrowing into the basement, and most of the slave rats were munching on the corpses of their own kind, lying on the slopes of the flesh and devouring minced meat.

Broken Tooth took advantage of the lack of rat attention, picked up the armor of the dead elite rat in the camp, and put it on himself.

The nezumi have little forging ability, and they can't afford to supply millions of sets of armor, so the elite rat armor that is simply forged from rough iron is fragile, between leather armor and fine iron, and even magic muskets can penetrate it.

With Broken Tooth finding a good helmet, pulling out the severed head inside and putting it on, combined with its strong size, anyone would think it was an elite rat.

Dressed up, Broken Tooth began to squeeze down the mountain.

As we passed by the Flesh Hill, a rat was lying on the Flesh Hill and muttered as it gulped down its food, "Mom, I'm not going home for dinner today." Oh, you're here too. ”

You won't be able to go back. Broken Tooth thought.

But when it left Hell Mountain, perhaps it was too eye-catching, and Broken Tooth was caught by the Overseer Guards and taken to a camp at the foot of the mountain where the guards were stationed and the tribal battle flag was erected.

"Lord Greyhair, we've caught the Deserter Mouse!" The Overseer Guard and the Rat Priests shouted loudly.

"I'm a scout of Lord Grey-Haired Rat, and I'm going back to Hell to report it...... The Ash Mountain Range has fallen! Broken Tooth screamed.

"Troublesome Stun thing...... Get out of ......" The Overseer Guard does not doubt him.

I don't know if it's because of the blind spot left by the Great Horned Rat, or if it disdains to do so, in short, there are no humans who have tricked the rat people into listening to the information, and the rat people have no defense against it.

Easily come out of the camp, Broken Tooth memorize the pattern of the fluttering nezumi flag, and touch it in the direction of the Great Wall in the north.

Broken Tooth followed Fermi to see the Orr Empire's defense map, and it followed the rat tide in the nearest direction, like a boat in the sea.

The movement of the broken tooth was fast, and when night fell, it rushed to the first place to defend - the crows on the top of the mountain were silent, and the rat tide invariably skipped here.

This line of defense has fallen.

Without wasting time climbing up, Broken Tooth gave up and looked at the other lines of defense - even Hell Mountain was almost lost, and those human things couldn't withstand the rat tide.

It rushed straight to the newly built Great Wall of the North, which might still be holding on.

At one point, Broken Tooth, clad in a silver moon and mixed with the rat tide, looked up and saw a mountain peak glittering with the last of its magical light.

The mountain was one of the lines of defense, and it looked like it had just fallen......

Broken Tooth followed the sparse rat swarm and climbed to the top of the mountain.

Everywhere there were rat people and the creepy sounds of their eating.

It's late.

Broken Tooth looked back in the direction of Hell Mountain, where there was silence...... Maybe the Great Wall of the North thought that Hell Mountain had fallen.

At this moment, Broken Tooth vaguely caught a faint breath from under his feet. It lowered its head, just in time to meet a pair of terrified eyes.

"Are you a survivor?" Broken Tooth asked in lingua franca.

The eyes of the humans hiding under the corpses of rats widened.

It glanced around and lowered its voice, "I'm a soldier from Liberty City." Come out, the nezumi things will 'clean up the battlefield' and they will eat you while you're alive. ”

"When I come out, they'll eat my ...... too," the childish voice sounded.

"I'll just say it's my spare food."

The broken teeth dragged him out, but he didn't expect the survivor to be a boy who was only five or six years old.

Broken Tooth still had the indifference of the rat-man flowing in his bones, and he was indifferent and found a helmet for the boy to put on.

The boy retched because of the smell and foam of the meat in his helmet, attracting the attention of several nezumi.

"Fuck off! The human stuff is mine! ”

Broken Tooth drew his sword and demonstratively killed the nearest rat.

The other nezumi retreated in fear, and Broken Tooth stripped off the mage robe of the human corpse on the side and draped it over the boy, carrying him over his shoulders and not looking back down the mountain.

Behind the broken teeth, several nezumi pounced on their companion's still hot corpse.

……

The boy's name is Little, and he says that he sneaked out with his uncle and wanted to kill the rat man...... The result was that they all died.

"They say that nezumi are all bad, nezumi are weak, why aren't you bad, nezumi not weak?" Clad in mage robes and wearing a helmet, Litt sat on the shoulders of Broken Teeth, his face covered in tears, blood, and flesh.

They followed the rat tide southward,

"Nezumi are really bad, but I'm not bad. Nezumi are indeed weak, but they are not weak when they stand together. ”

"I don't understand ......"

"Have you ever stepped on an ant?"

"Hmmm......"

Little was still a child, and he didn't seem to be able to understand the meaning of death, thinking only that his uncle and his uncle's friends had gone to another place with the nezumi. His attention was quickly drawn to something of interest.

He said that he had burned them, poured them with water, poked them with sticks, stepped on them with his feet, and caught other insects to watch them fight......

For children, the ground is always closer than the sky.

"Are ants scary?"

Little shook his head: "Even I can kill them." ”

"And what if you're surrounded by ants?"

"Surrounding?" Little couldn't imagine the picture.

"You wake up early one morning and find your room, floor, ceiling, walls, windows, doors crawling with ants."

Little clenched his broken tooth helmet in fear.

"You're not like them, are you?"

(End of chapter)