Chapter 841 Verse 72. August 10

The room was eerily quiet.

Paige's face turned pale. He had just sworn that Broken Tooth was a spy and a deserter, and he couldn't wait to execute him...... As a result, Liberty City is making a comeback?

"Really killed?" Paige still had a glimmer of hope.

"Yes......"

"Where's the boy?"

The cronies made a throat-slitting motion.

Paige couldn't even complain, because he was the one who told his cronies to hurry up......

"Send someone to tell the Duke of Kingsley about this, and bite them to death as deserters." Paige asked the maid to put on her boots and stood up.

Pai Ge came to the map room, stood in front of the map and forgot for a while, puzzled: "The surrounding forces have been uprooted by the rat tide, where did they come from, and how did they take it back?" ”

"The watchtower said they saw the soldiers of Liberty City retreat into the ground in the evening, and the nezumi continued to attack, and suddenly rushed out at midnight......"

"Could it be mistaken?"

Paig was worried, even questioning the watchtower.

"Probably not...... The magical glow is clear in the middle of the night. ”

Paig felt unlucky, he just wanted to show favor to the Duke of Kingsley, who had a problem with Annan...... Luckily, just a few minor troubles.

"I don't believe that warlock can make trouble for a rat man and a boy." Paige thinks he's done right, Freetown has fallen back then, and the Orr Empire has shown no mercy to the losers. Even the Tatoon Empire is not qualified to meddle.

"Keep an eye on Hell Mountain." Paige said viciously, "There aren't a single reinforcements around him, and he's still at the front...... I don't believe they can withstand the attack of the main nezumi army! ”

……

The first phase of Belyl's plan was successfully completed: the nezumi thought they were opening the can, but they didn't expect the can to open automatically, and a dragon came out—

The swarm of rats roaming the camp was cleared in an instant, and the whole process went smoothly, and by the time the mages came out, there were few rats left in the camp.

Two groups of mages open the magic barrier in one group, and one group plays freely, clearing the plague, unleashing the light spell, and setting up a wall of fire to entertain the nezumi -

How embarrassed they were by defeat a few hours ago, how confident they are now.

When the magic light illuminates Hell Mountain as if it were daylight, Belial doesn't think that the magic musket is good, or the staff is good.

As arranged, the musketeers rushed to the front line and began to shoot, bringing the thunderous nightmare to the rat tide again. The warriors held the logs, and when they were fine, they threw the rat corpses out of the camp and delayed the pace of the rat people.

In addition to logs and rolling stones, Annan also brought in a large amount of oil, counting by tons.

Nezumi are already easy to ignite, and they can burn for half a day when drizzled with animal oil, but no lord has ever done this in the history of warfare against nezumi - either too expensive or too late.

Eight barrels of animal oil is almost the consumption of a whole day in Liberty City, but pushing it down and igniting it will delay the rat-man for ten minutes at most.

But for Annan, it doesn't matter if he can use money to reduce casualties.

The perfect fuel is actually oil. But at present, except for Michael who happened to have a small share of alchemy, Annan has not encountered ...... He's already had people look for it.

A few minutes after the spear reverberated over Hell Mountain, the sound of flapping wings came from overhead.

Elimoas has returned with the White Dragons.

Fermi's taut face relaxed slightly.

Except for the broken tooth, I don't know where to go, and the casualties are not as big as imagined-

Belil's shouts suddenly woke Fermi awake.

"What are you proud of!? Just because you drove the rat tide out? I tell you, this is just the beginning! The tribe of the nezumi has not yet appeared! We're going to hold out for two more days! ”

……

"Teddell, do you know a black oil? It burns violently, usually underground......"

Annan holds the leaves of the World Tree.

When it comes to some lesser knowledge, elves who live longer sometimes know more than mages.

"Burning...... Black ...... Oil? Do you mean putrefaction? ”

"Uh...... Putrefus? ”

"The gods say it's the filth of countless years of corpses that have been turned into filth over countless years......"

"This is it! Do you know where it is? ”

"The Sea Tribes have a lot of putrid fluid."

Sea Tribe...... Annan had little chance of coming into contact with them, and it seemed that he would not be able to get oil for a short time.

"You're at war with the nezumi in the north?" Teddell asked.

Unless Annan reached out to her, Teddell rarely contacted him. Annan asked why, and the answer was simple: a month in the eyes of an elf is about the same as a human day.

Chatting every day is obviously more than a friend.

Hanging up the leaves of the World Tree, Annan wandered the room aimlessly, as if this would inspire him to send something to Hell Mountain.

The faint sound of footsteps woke up Annan, who was in a dispossessed spirit, and he looked at the door and guessed whose footsteps it was...... First of all, the eldest sister is excluded, her steps are very light, like Abby, but with a dullness, only Ormedo likes to wear boots all day long, and has never seen her slippers......

Click-

While Annan was still thinking, the door had already been pushed open.

Wood, dressed in an old-fashioned aristocratic uniform and imitating Dracula's cocked collar, appears outside the door.

"Why are you here?" Annan sat up slightly straighter.

"There was a bard in the tavern, and he told a story...... I think you'll have to listen to it. ”

"Isn't it going to be a bad ......" Annan lowered his voice and glanced behind Wood.

"Not good? The bard seems to know something very secret......"

"Serious business...... Annan's face collapsed, "Okay, I'll go over and take a look." ”

It occurred to Annan that high-strength liquor could burn, that it was cheaper than oil, and that it was easier to distill spirit—unlike when he made a magic musket and used mnemonics to remember how to do it, he could make it himself.

Follow Wood to the tavern, and as soon as Annan entered, the noisy tavern remembered a burst of whistling and screaming.

"No wonder the divination says I'll have good luck today!"

"This guy next to me pays for the consumption of the whole audience tonight!"

If it weren't for the fact that Annan was always hanging out in Liberty City, the residents saw it every day, and most of the tourists had seen it once or twice, they would have pounced by now.

Annan waved his hand to the guests, and his gaze fell on the bard.

"It seems that our lord is also attracted to it." Said the bard with the lute in his hand.

"My friend says you have a wonderful story." The clean-faced bard made Annan feel a little familiar, "Where have we met?" ”

"Great people will always have the same qualities, so it will feel familiar." The bard, who sat on his side, bowed and grew, "So, are you ready to listen to the story I have prepared?" ”

At Wood's motion, Annan sat down in the seat that a bearded guest had given way.

Facing everyone's gaze, the bard raised his head slightly.

"I'm going to tell you a story about the nezumi."

(End of chapter)