A strange world

Annan guessed that the sheds in the park led underground, but he would not have thought that the entire underground was hollowed out.

Smooth brick walls pave the vast underground hall, and the constant magic lights give the place as bright as day.

Two scavengers pushed open a wooden door with a secondary window, and Annan followed them into an interrogation room-like room with only one desk.

"Would you mind letting us check your belongings?"

After sitting down, a rough voice came from under the crow mask.

The true King in the North might mind the offense, but Annan wasn't real.

Scavengers are pure and noble, and they are also the last holdouts. You can always trust the scavenger until the town is completely corrupted - Michael once said this, I hope he is right.

Annan put the items in his pocket on the desk: a handkerchief, letters from his sisters, and dragon skin scrolls, which made the two scavengers nervous. Then he took out the black crow badge mixed with three gold coins and a dozen copper coins. Relax the atmosphere in the interrogation room.

"Annan Reeves, do you know those rat-human guests?"

"I do not recognize."

A scavenger wanted to get the letter, but Annan's hand covered it in advance. .

"This is a letter from home."

"We need to check."

Annan looked at them seriously: "I am not your prisoner."

At this time, the door was pushed open, and a cloaked crow mask figure came in carrying a painting board and an empty bottle.

"Centurion."

"No need to check."

The figure called Centurion by the scavenger placed the empty bottle in front of Annan. The residue at the bottom of the bottle exuded an ominous fluorescent green color.

Annan's eyes fell on it, and Centurion Scavenger also introduced it at this moment: "It used to contain the 'Holy Blood Potion', which we found in the trash can in the kitchen. People who swallow the Holy Blood Potion will look like werewolves. Transform.”

"Your guests turned into ratmen because they ate food adulterated with the holy blood potion."

"This is too obvious a frame-up," Annan said.

"We know, so we just ask you to investigate. After all, as the King of the North and a survivor of the attack, you have the biggest conflict with Chaos, but the premise is..."

The centurion moved closer to Annan, and the beak stuffed with spices almost touched Annan's face.

"You really are Levi's."

here we go again……

Annan looked directly into the blurry eyes behind the beak mask calmly: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

The scavenger responded by flipping the drawing board.

A portrait with a black castle in the background appears on the panel. Roughly, he looks like Annan who is a few years younger. But the boy in the painting has straight eyebrows and three-dimensional facial features. Compared with Annan's tranquility, the boy in the oil painting shows unsteady activity from his muscles to his bones.

Reeves Reeves.

A name popped into Annan's mind.

"Is this you?"

"it's me."

"this is not you."

"I was still very naive at that time." Annan looked at the portrait seriously, "Now I only have the flame of revenge in my heart."

Armed with Breeze City's sentencing certification, Annan isn't worried -- even if Scavenger does have evidence.

"Let's be honest. Annan, actually inviting you here this time is not just for investigation." The centurion invited Annan, "Do you want to join the scavengers? Don't refuse in a hurry. We can claim you to the Lord of Olmedo. Just like Levi's, declare that you have no connection with the Rat People."

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"Then let me put it another way. The ratman who attacked you is just the executor, and the person who planned the attack is in Breeze City... We have the same goal."

Annan always felt that this sentence seemed familiar.

"what do I need to do?"

"Nothing is required and new members will participate in their first event in complete safety."

Annan took back the things on the table, along with the Black Crow Badge.

"Joining the Scavengers was easier than I thought."

The centurion's answer was meaningful: "Perhaps we have tested you many times in the corner that you cannot see?"

"Can I leave?"

"Of course, but don't you want to get to know the Scavenger now?"

"No...I want to go back first."

However, on the way out, Annan still asked some centurion questions: "Why is the scavenger headquarters located underground and kept hidden?"

“Because you can defeat your opponent only by understanding your opponent.”

"Ratman?"

"Before I answer this question, I want to know, what do you think a scavenger is?"

"The Twelve Kings of the North are the cornerstone of the North, and the Scavengers are the cornerstone of humanity." This is what Michael said.

"Any more?"

"Scavengers are targeting rat people?."

"This was before. Now the scope of the Scavengers includes the four plagues, but the Ratmen are the greatest threat to us."

Skaven, greenskins, zerg, demons.

Greenskins are a group of freaks who only know how to kill and are never satisfied. They will kill all living things, including themselves, including Skaven - so occasionally people will find ways to make Greenskins and Skaven fight. And the greenskins don't like the cold in the north, they are more in the south.

Zerg exist outside the world and are rare in the continent of Allen. Many professionals have seen ratmen and greenskins, and brave professionals have also fought against demons, but there are very few worms - this also makes the worm corpses become the most powerful thing above gold and below mithril in the Allen continent. Cherish alchemical materials.

Demons...they are everywhere north of the Snowy Mountains.

Of these four natural disasters, only the Rat Man can bring about catastrophe.

"The rat plague is raging in the south of Allen Continent..."

The centurion still uses the south as a negative example: the threat of the rat-men is not their claws, rodents, or pollution, but their terrifying reproduction.

The offspring of rat people and humans have gradually degenerated claws, shorter and shorter tails, hair loss, and retracted snouts. Each generation is more like a human than the previous one.

The profound horror is revealed here: as long as there is a trace of rat blood flowing, they are the people of the rat god, driven by him.

It is said that many "rat and man" city-states have appeared in the south. They have human appearances but have rat blood flowing through them, and they continue to pollute the human blood, so much so that absurd "pure-blood humans" have even appeared in some places.

As for the Vampire Kingdom, the Evil God Sect... they are only threats at best.

While standing on the stairs, a beautiful string music floated up from the depths of the shaft-like stairs.

Annan's attention was attracted by the strings, which sounded like a violin.

"What instrument is this?"

"Neutrood."

Coming out of the dilapidated shack, Annan relaxed under the starry sky at night.

The story of Scavenger Headquarters and the Centurion did create a lot of anxiety for Annan.

The cool night wind blew the treetops, and Annan saw Francois waiting not far away.

The centurion stayed in the shadow of the hut and did not come out: "The rat people especially like warlocks like you. Don't be tempted by them."

"I am different from other warlocks." Annan said.