A strange world

Chapter 320 Chapter 173. Conversation at the Farm

"Can we clear up the misunderstanding now?"

"No misunderstanding, just another failure on my part."

"Mr. Swaro, is that so?" Annan and the epic mage said, "I remember that we discovered the traces of the rat priest, followed it to the farm in the suburbs, discovered the rat man's lair, and prepared to catch them all, but He was run away by a powerful person named Maria...right?"

Mr. Swaro did not answer, and Maria looked at Annan: "You want me to betray the clan?"

"I just want you to be okay."

Mr. Swaro quietly grasped the staff.

Maria was silent for a while, no longer staring at Annan: "There are still some rat men outside."

Annan opened the portal in cooperation and said to the large elements that appeared: "There are still rat men underground here. Find them and deal with them."

Most major races would not accept a race talking about killing its people, including green-skinned orcs, with the exception of demons and ratmen. The former will kill with you, while the latter is waiting to eat the corpses of its companions.

"Are your injuries serious?"

Annan frowned and observed Maria's condition. Her gray robe was intact, covering her moving figure.

"That's a punishment for the soul."

"I came too slowly..."

Mr. Swaro felt that standing here was like a year. "I'm going back, get your amulet" he said coldly.

Annan handed the amulet to Mr. Swaro: "Don't tell anyone else yet. I'll go find Olmedo when I get out."

Shivaro filled the amulet without saying a word and stepped into the portal that closed.

Under the dark farm, only Annan and Maria were left, and the killings of the elements came from the caves in all directions.

"Why are you back again?" Annan asked.

The departure of the protective umbrella did not allow Maria to attack Annan: "Because of the new mission."

"What mission?"

"I have no idea."

"So are you related to the Skaven of McKeon?"

"I don't know," Maria said. "I am 'Madam' and I just need to carry out orders."

The order was to sneak into Breeze City again.

"Then will you return to the clan? Or continue to command?" Annan issued an invitation: "I would rather you stay... You were not lying when you kidnapped me. As long as you are willing, I can open up a new land for the rat people in Xingyue Bay. A settlement."

"I want to return to the Saint Clan."

"Why? The Rat Man can no longer control you..."

However, according to the Rat Man, "The Rat God sealed the gods so that the thirteen clans could launch holy wars against various races."

"My people are still in the hive."

"Okay, how can I help you? Like bring them back?"

"That's enough." Annan's attitude made Maria unable to maintain her resentment any longer, and she vented her words: "I'm sorry for treating you like that just now..."

"It's okay." Annan shook his intact palm, "And I also ruined your plan before, so let's consider it even."

"good."

At this time, Maria lost the arrogance and charm she had as a countess, but she was not bad either.

"Are there any other rat nests in Breeze City?" Annan suddenly remembered something, "You don't mind if I remove them, right? Then it won't be so abrupt for you and some escaped rat men to go back."

"The map is at the farm."

"Then let's go up."

Stepping over the corpses of the rat people, Annan and Maria returned to the ground.

Broken clouds covered the moon, making the stars clear. The distant Breeze City exudes a luminous haze.

The empty farmhouse was dark. The place had just been temporarily abandoned due to the end of the autumn harvest, and the homeless and refugees had not yet had time to move into their "new home." The environment that was brighter than the dark underground allowed Annan to capture Maria's mouse ears and tail. Staring at the wagging tail, Annan slowly stretched out his hand.

Maria stopped and Annan almost bumped into her.

Creak - crunch -

Maria pushed open the old wooden door and stepped on the wooden planks, disturbing the silent empty house filled with dust. Climb up to the attic and pick up a magical newspaper that Annan is familiar with.

Charcoal drawings on newspapers are like children's doodles. No one would associate them with maps.

"Check it against the map of Breeze."

The attic was dark. Annan opened the window with a magic newspaper and observed the graffiti through the brief moonlight that emerged.

He exposed his back to Maria unpreparedly.

"You are different from other humans."

Maria's whisper echoed in the attic, and Annan didn't look back: "Then you still need to say it?"

In addition to the farm at his feet, Doodle also has two rat nests, which should be to the west and east of Breeze City.

Putting away the magic newspaper, Annan turned back to Maria with a relaxed look and said: "You go back first, don't let the rat man see you and me together."

"Get rid of that rat-man. He'll be a problem for you," Maria said.

"Don't worry, it is already a resident of Xingyue Bay."

"...Idiot." Maria suddenly uttered a cold whisper: "What do you think rat people are? They are the most vicious existences in the world, hating all races, greedy and cowardly, irritable and untrustworthy, and the most rotten. The sludge only obeys the will of Chaos and the Rat God...Why do you think the rat people will become like you?"

"Because I have a rat friend who said similar things to you. Now she is a dark elf." Annan looked at her seriously.

Broken clouds blocked the moon, making Annan's words lackluster.

"When we talk about orcs, we say that they are reckless and rude, and they only think about fighting. When we talk about elves, we say that they are arrogant and cold, indifferent to the outside world. When we talk about dwarves, we say that they are stubborn and strong, and they only stay in the mines. and in the forge. And when they say humans, they say they live short and weak lives."

"When I first came here, I learned about a secret society. That society had a noble idea - to integrate all races. In that society, even the demons of chaos would send lost little boys home."

"I have seen the calmest ogres, the wisest orcs, and the most lewd... and passionate elves. Why not the ratmen?"

“For ‘all belongs to the Horned Rat,’ and the Rats are born to Him and die to Him.”

The broken clouds parted and the moonlight shone into the attic.

Maria stood in the shadow of the attic, and Annan stood in the silver moonlight, dividing them into two worlds.

"It lost touch."

"But He will come back."

"Then make it impossible to come back." Annan, clad in hazy moonlight, said, "I used to want no one to suffer in Xingyue Bay, but now I want Xingyue Bay to become a safe haven for all races."

"I remember your words, Annan..." Maria retreated into the darkness little by little, "I look forward to seeing you again."

Annan said goodbye to his friend who was supposed to be an enemy:

"At that time, Xingyue Bay will become what I said it would be."