A strange world

Chapter 667 Chapter 64. "Prince's Daughter"

The shadow elves wandered around the lake carefree.

Annan took off his wet gray robe, activated the cleaning technique to dry the magic robe, squatted by the lake and stretched out his hand. The shadow elf came over happily, Annan touched it,

"Which of you has leftover humanity?" Annan asked the weirdos.

They all fell silent.

"...I'll double it."

"Master Warden, I have some left." The personification took out some body fragments from its evening gown.

Annan took it and sprinkled the pieces into the lake like fish food.

The shadow elves happily swallowed these fragments, circled around Annan, and swam towards the Bielsa River.

At first Annan thought it was coming back with something, but after looking at it for a while, he found that it had really left.

Well...I thought my charm couldn't be stopped even by weirdness, but it turns out I just met a weird mercenary.

"Let's go to the Royal City while it's still noon."

Rescue the princess and end the incident in Lost City. Accompany the Crimson Princess to complete her plan and become allies. Annan's trip to the south came to a successful conclusion by attending the March Celebration in Huadu.

No... it's not complete yet, he hasn't met the Rat Man yet.

Annan first followed the Skeleton King back to the tomb, watching the Skeleton King solemnly bury the little boy's bones by the woods, and then told the fat noble: "I will go to the royal city again, and I will take you to the Flower Capital when I come back."

The fat noble appeared inexplicably and unknown...

Annan picked up the flower pot planted with branches from another world - this was the key to his smooth entry into the royal city. He took the magic scroll given to him by the Skeleton King and set off into the city with the members of the weird prison. On the way, he inquired about the situation of the rat people in the south.

"Those rats don't dare to come to Lost City." Candlehead said.

"I've seen them by chance... they're smelly and ugly!" said the Slug.

The slender dancing shadow is dancing, and the rest have been in Lost City since they were born and have never seen the rat people.

"Anthropomorphic, what about you?" Annan looked at the only silent weirdo.

"I...I made mistakes..."

"What's the meaning?"

"I drank too much at a banquet, and was forced by the host of the banquet... to sleep with his rat maid..." The anthropomorphic voice became smaller and smaller.

"How do you feel?" Annan asked.

"What...?" Personification thought he heard something wrong.

Other weird expressions are similar

"I mean...are they like people?"

The personification asked hesitantly: "What kind of... human-likeness are you referring to?"

"Appearance, habits, language."

The anthropomorphic person breathed a sigh of relief: "The rat-men who look like humans are particularly human-like, and the ones who are not like humans are particularly unlike humans..."

"Did someone just speak?" the artist said sarcastically on the drawing board.

"Those Skaven maids are all different... The Skaven of the McKean clan are all big, the Drane clan is hairy, the Hatarn clan is petite and cowardly, the Tatoun clan is primitive, and the Sturn clan is the thickest. Like humans and elves..."

The Stuen clan is Maria's clan, but there are not many ratmen like Maria in the clan... They were specially trained as spies and mixed many times. The ratman bloodline has long been extremely thin, which is equivalent to a lifespan of only one hundred years. Half-elf for many years.

There is only one reason why they are still called rat people... As long as there is a drop of rat blood flowing in your blood, you can only obey the rat god.

The shadow of the Rat God always hangs over the southern continent.

To a certain extent, the gods have lost contact, but the equally lost mouse god has reduced the pressure on the southern countries - especially the McKean clan who has also fled to the north.

And the advantages of various anthropomorphic clans are not as simple as "because of a mistake" as he said.

"Warden, are you..."

"I'm just curious about the other ten species of Skaven in the South. I've fought against Stun Rats and McKeon Rats."

The more he talked about anthropomorphism, the more excited he became: "Actually, ordinary ratmen are basically the same, just stronger and slimmer. Only those ratmen slave owners can distinguish their subtle differences. Those who will appear at noble banquets are special ratmen... …”

Annan suddenly felt that he was not that unable to accept knowledge.

Since Annan entered the city for the first time, many strange things have appeared in the outer city... They seem to appear out of thin air, entrenched in their respective territories, devouring other strange things, or being swallowed by other strange things.

The weird ones that Annan and the others went to dispersed one after another, so that the weird prison members who bullied the weak and feared the strong wanted to take the opportunity to fill their stomachs, but Annan refused.

The most important thing now is to reach the royal city smoothly.

The weirdos were talking to each other. When they passed an intersection, the personification suddenly said: "Warden, do you think the fork in the road ahead looks like you owe me double humanity...?"

"..."

Annan thought they were noisy, and there happened to be two branches he hadn't had time to do yet: the jade essence in the basement of the Sphinx family manor and the material storage point of the Church of Order.

He sent them to bring the things back, and he and the Burnt Girl continued to set off. The weirdos looked at each other and finally fell silent.

Even if they kept traveling for a moment, they had just arrived at the outskirts of the inner city, which was still three streets away from the Church of Order at dusk.

It seems that you can reach a safe place if you go a little further, but the Skeleton King has warned you, but you must not rush at night...

Before the last light faded, they hid in the cellar of a house.

As night falls, Yiwen City falls into another kind of strange hustle and bustle...

Ghosts wandering the streets, knocking sounds from the attic, the sounds of children chasing and playing, and footsteps wandering outside the cellar...

Annan fell asleep peacefully in the company of weirdos...

Even in Lost City, the Demon Lord could not touch Annan's dreamland.

In the early morning, Annan got out of the cellar and continued to rush to the royal city.

As morning approached, Annan saw the magnificent walls of the royal city again.

Standing in front of the city wall, Annan recalled this trip... It was difficult to find something happy in the strange city. Even the weird prison members who looked like humans wearing weird skins had their own stories.

The city of strange news...the city of sorrow.

No wonder the bandits from another world in the world gate say this is a dead world.

Annan put away his emotions and entered the royal city.

The tower was still silent, but when Annan approached the palace, he was greeted by the destroyed debris wall and the empty front hall.

"Are we late?"

Annan had no way of knowing whether the nobles in the front hall were killed or escaped...but the debris wall leading to the depths of the palace was also destroyed.

What about the princess...?

Annan's mood sank to the bottom. He leaves the weirdos outside and enters the palace with the Burnt Maid.

The long dark passage no longer lights up with magic lights to greet...

The silent Annan quickened his pace and finally saw the circular square in front of him and the princess still sitting in front of the sealed door.

Annan breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak out when a slender arm emerged from the darkness and covered his mouth.

"Shh..."

"She is fake..."