A strange world

Chapter 250 Chapter 103. No good news

A flock of birds rose from the forest and flew north as if to avoid disaster.

Migration teams fleeing disaster spread over the hills, like ant colonies scattered on low hills.

"Infected people will enter the incubation period, lose their minds over time, attack people around them and spread the plague, becoming a hateful existence like a mad ghoul."

The New Initial sailing on the sea was far away from the source of the plague. Francois was grateful that they were cautious and did not dock or let them board the ship. Who knew whether contact would spread the plague on the ship.

Annan's gaze retracted from the distant coastline: "Do you think it is related to the rat people?"

“Plagues don’t just appear out of nowhere,” Francois said.

Annan thought for a while and said, "Can you go further?"

"The plague cannot touch us."

"Then keep sailing."

The portal closed, and there was a sigh on the deck where only the sound of waves returned: "I want to go home, the fish here are too smart..."

"It's still too late for Annan to open another portal to go back."

"Besides completing the mission assigned by our lord, we should approach the shore and ask them." Fast pouted towards the shore.

"Don't you need a brain to fish? Where will we go if we are infected with the plague?"

"So someone has to go ashore alone." Fast rolled up his dirty sleeves.

"Wait a minute...we only saw migrating people, not soldiers yet."

The New Initial continued to sail, leaving gradually dissipating waves on the sea. The further it went, the heavier the mood of the crew became.

Flowers and grass are withering, forests are withering, and mist has enveloped the earth, turning the noon into an apocalyptic yellow.

The strange thing is that they saw countless fleeing humans and aliens, but there was no trace of the rat people - that clan never showed up.

Many villages were abandoned, but some towns were building walls to welcome refugees to defend themselves against the Skaven. The New Initial docked offshore and asked the locals for some information.

On the gloomy afternoon of the fifth day of the voyage, the crew on the observation deck screamed when they saw the Rat Man.

Francois climbed up to the lookout nimbly and saw a group of ratmen chasing a group of mercenaries. The warriors were resisting the battle line. The rangers and mages dealt with the ratmen, retreating while fighting. This was the standard way to deal with the ratmen, but they were in the wilderness. , there were more than one group of rat-men around, and they were soon overwhelmed by the tide of rat-men.

Not long after, they discovered the sailboat on the sea, but they could only rush to the beach and let the New Initial gradually move away.

There were more and more rat-men like a natural disaster. As evening approached, the crew saw a scene similar to that in "The Fall of the Wizard's Tower": rat tides were like ocean waves, constantly washing away a castle standing on a cliff.

Magical radiance in the shape of lightning sprinkled from the sky and the city walls from time to time, like a shovel lifting up the soil, overturning pieces of rat-men, and then being filled with the surrounding rat-men.

The insignificant sailing ship on the sea broke into the battlefield.

These are just ordinary rat tides, they are only draining the castle's power. As night fell, they saw a giant headless rat emerging from the ground in the distance, propelled by a squirming tide of rats. It stood erect on the ground, with dark yellow mist pouring out from its bloody neck.

Fast threw away his fishing rod and murmured in disbelief: "The Disaster Ratmen... they are really here!"

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Annan narrowed his eyes slightly and watched the white dragon lingering in the blue sky swooping down into the sea water.

He was thinking about the fourth apocalypse forecast one month later on August 16th... What would happen then? McKeon's Skaven attack? But there's no reason for them to be that fast. Confirmed that the Skaven of McKeon are heading north? A few days ago, the new initial account confirmed this.

When the activity time was over, Annan sent the white dragons back to the crypt. It took more than a month for the white dragons to learn to stay away from humans. Soon, we should be able to try to let them go.

The white dragon soaring over the bay...it is really a beautiful scenery.

Annan returned to town from the beach and first went to Michael's place - because there were explosions from the alchemy room all day long, Michael received complaints from other mages... so Annan built an alchemy room for him in the factory area. Michael originally wanted to choose the clock tower, but was rejected - it was the place left by Annan for the elf mentor.

Next, as usual, Annan returned to the Lord's Mansion and began to sign his name on the government affairs, listening to Ingrid's report: "Germa hopes to buy a boat from us."

“As long as the price is right.”

Gema has been doing very well these days...she has not caused any trouble, is developing her Glacier Port steadily, and still buys things from Xingyue Bay. There are three ships moored at the port, and it is not impossible to sell one to Gema.

In the evening, Annan came to Aunt Susan's house for dinner. He sat obediently on his seat and accepted Aunt Susan's rough hands to gently tuck the tablecloth. Aunt Susan grabbed another tablecloth and threw it in Martin's face, and the family dinner began.

"Little Annan, is your birthday coming soon?"

Annan never noticed this, so after thinking for a while he said, "Aunt Susan, on what day did you pick me up?"

Then he went back three days from the day Aunt Susan picked him up, to June 19th...that was when he came into this world.

"Exactly tomorrow."

"Then we have to prepare a birthday gift quickly." Aunt Susan said expectantly.

After a warm dinner at Aunt Susan's house, Annan returned to the deserted Lord's Mansion and contacted the new initial number at the agreed time.

Francois and Fast appear on the other side of the portal.

"One good news, one bad news." Fast said straight to the point with a solemn expression: "We discovered the Disaster Rat Man in the rat tide..."

"Disaster ratmen?"

"The vanguard of the plague, the sacred weapon of the McKeon clan... The scavenger headquarters has talked about this, don't you know?"

"I'm the same as Olmedo. I'm keen to join many organizations but rarely understand them." Annan made excuses for himself.

"Olmedo added so many organizations, but he remembered every organization and knowledge."

"...We should talk about the Skaven."

"The appearance of the McCann clan's holy weapon, the Calamity Rat Man, shows that this clan is indeed invading the North in a big way."

"They rule the south?" Annan asked puzzled.

"No."

"Then why the sudden invasion of the North?"

"Maybe it's for you?" Fast said, "I have an idea. Do you have a map at hand?"

Annan brought the nautical chart and the map to the desk.

"Spread them out, or point them anywhere, or somewhere you look uncomfortable, announce you're there, and see if the McKeons turn around."

The small country only knew Khamis VI, but they had no hatred.

After giving up listening to Fast's bad idea, Annan suddenly remembered something: "You just said the good news, right?"

"Yes." Fast nodded, "I caught a fish as big as Leviathan!"