A strange world

Chapter 1127 Section 49. Chieftain and Rat King

Don't get me wrong, Annan is just envious of the orcs' fighting power.

After all, orcs are warriors when they grow up, and they can be on par with elite warriors when they wear heavy armor. Moreover, they are cheap, and two gold nars can hire an orc warrior for a month.

The only question is, would it be impolite to just walk over and ask for the price?

It happened that a small and beautiful silver dragon crawled by in front. Well...it would definitely not be impolite to ask the dragon how much it costs.

Summoning up his courage, Annan walked up to the sturdy orc.

Kane Bloodhowl had no fun at all, and the elves singing and dancing around him only made him feel as noisy as monkeys.

What creature is thin, lives in trees, and chatters when talking?

The answer is monkeys.

No orc likes the elf's banquet...they love meat, and the elves only eat natural food.

Letting an orc chew fruit...this is abuse!

If his tribe knew about it, his reputation as Chieftain Bloodhowl would no longer exist!

"Hello."

When Cain Bloodhowl was furious, a voice of common language sounded around.

It turned around, but didn't find the person who was talking, so it turned around with a grunt.

"Are you alone?"

The voice sounded again, Cain Bloodhowl looked around, and the accumulated frustration turned into anger.

"Who is teasing me!"

Cain Bloodhowl roared, and his brown skin was about to turn into blood skin because of anger.

The messengers and elves nearby heard the news and looked over, then retracted their gaze.

Annan, who was standing in front of the orc, was silent.

Who is teasing whom?

Why does this orc not look very smart...

"I'm here..." Annan said helplessly.

Cain Bloodhowl lowered his head and stared at Annan for a few seconds: "You are looking for me?"

"I see you are alone, do you want to chat?" Annan tried his best to exude his charm.

"What to talk about?"

This orc was very direct, and Annan was also: "You look like you need help."

Cain Bloodhowl stared at Annan and gradually panted.

Those who can be invited to the royal court by the elves are at least contactable. Annan was not worried about it attacking him: "Don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions, I have seen the most-"

"No need!"

The orc left a word and turned away angrily.

Annan looked at its back. The orc's reaction was not to smash his head, but to escape... Could it be that he really guessed it right?

But it is a little difficult to touch...

It doesn't matter, the spicier it is, the more Annan likes it.

For the time being, he will not pursue it relentlessly. The main races have been taken into the bag. Annan's eyes fell on the rat king next to him.

The huge body formed a meat mountain that was hard to ignore. The elves and messengers avoided the rat king and its attendants from a distance. They didn't care and stayed in a corner of the banquet to "clean up" the table.

The rat king's fat body was covered with a layer of rough black hair, like a bloated rat, which dispelled a lot of disgust.

And the rat king is very rich...

It's just that Annan couldn't think of what to sell to them.

Annan still remembered the description of the characteristics of the thirteen clans of ratmen: the ratmen of the McKeon clan were all big, the Drane clan had abundant body hair, the Hataan clan was petite and timid, the Tatun clan was primitive, and the ratmen of the Stoon clan were most like humans and elves.

The Thrane clan... seemed to be the most greedy and extravagant.

Greed is easy to understand, Annan is one of them. And extravagance needs to be understood separately... They are extravagant, and will exchange all the spoils for gold and stick them on their bodies. They are promiscuous... It is reflected in the fact that Thrane is the clan with the highest fertility rate among the thirteen clans, with a fertility rate far exceeding 666%

Annan remembered something and took out his guiding light "Warlock's Notebook" and turned to one of the pages:

[Ratmen, oh ratmen. I have been to the south. On the second floor of the tavern, I rejected the flirtatious girl, but I couldn't refuse the female ratman who was as agile as a ranger... That taste is unforgettable. It is said that many corrupt nobles have ratmen in their homes. If you happen to meet a ratman, her passion will melt you, as long as you ignore her unfaithful feelings. They have no interest in you, they just want your seed, or use you to get to the top. But you can also deceive yourself by saying "she just wants to give birth to a child for me". There is another advantage of ratmen. After knowing your identity as a warlock, they will call its daughter, its niece, its mother, its aunt... If you don't mind your camp falling into chaos and being corrupted. Don't mind hundreds of ratmen's offspring, just want to comprehend the true meaning of life and death with ratmen, go to the south, there is your paradise. 】

This paragraph's description is like Storn Rat, but the latter part should refer to Thrane Rat.

The only difference between them and succubus is that succubus will not give birth continuously. They feed on essence, while Thrane Rat is really immersed in the joy of mating.

It's hard to understand why they are both ratmen, but they are so different... But it makes sense. After all, Maria has almost no characteristics of a ratman except her tail.

Contact with the Thrane ratman should make the Stoon ratman feel a little urgent?

Annan walked towards the Rat King, and the servant rats gathered around him like worker bees.

"It's not food."

The Rat King spoke with a buzzing sound, asking the servants in a hunting posture to retreat.

"Human thing... why are you close..." The Rat King spoke in a sharp and clumsy common language.

"I come with good intentions." Annan answered in fluent Ratman language.

At this time, the advantage of knowing Ratman language is reflected.

The Rat King's fat head showed an expression of obvious interest: "Do you know the language of the Holy Tribe?"

Annan said sincerely: "I like ratmen very much. I am friends with the Stunn ratmen and have a good relationship with the McKeon ratmen. I don't think all ratmen are bad. I have seen the noblest ratmen and the most despicable humans..."

But in the eyes of those who know the inside story, it is another matter: I like ratmen very much (only good-looking female ratmen like Maria and Gale), I am friends with the Stunn ratmen (referring to mutual use with the Stunn rats), and have a good relationship with the McKeon ratmen (destroyed several conspiracies of the McKeon clan). I don’t think all ratmen are bad (like Maria). I have seen the noblest ratmen and the most despicable humans (people who have been fooled by this sentence can go around Liberty City)...

The Rat King leaned over with difficulty under the push of the servant rat and looked at Annan for a few times: "Do you also want to be my mother's male lover?"

"What? No... You misunderstood, I just came here to say hello." Annan looked weak and helpless.

The Rat King also thought so: "You are too thin and weak, you can't stand the abuse of your mother..."

Not to mention the mother, even if it is her own belly, the wrinkles of her belly alone can crush Annan to death...

"Do you want to climb on my belly to play?" The Rat King liked Annan very much and took the initiative to invite him.

"That's not necessary..."

The Rat King regretted Annan's decision. Many gray-haired rats were not qualified to climb on her belly.