A strange world

Chapter 796 Section 27. Rest Time

"Debrief the situation."

After tallying up the battle results, Fermi returned to Annan.

"Hellfire has lost a total of twenty-three personnel, and ninety-eight people have lost their combat capabilities."

Annan frowned: "Why are there attrition..."

The Skaven never climbed up the concrete mountainside from beginning to end - thanks to Black Watch, the most dangerous wave was just a mixed rat tide of reckless rats, rat tides and elites. A few rat warlocks had just cast spells. Then he was killed by the mage group and rangers.

"The magic gun exploded..." Femi said in a low voice, unable to accept that those outstanding soldiers died in accidents.

Annan first doubted the quality of the magic musket, but it was impossible for Bronzebeard to make inferior products.

The problem was that in order to reduce weight, the magic gun only used a thin layer of fine steel as the barrel. Because the rat men were a hundred meters away, they did not have time to clean the barrel, so it withstood dozens or hundreds of continuous magic shots in a short period of time. The gun exploded.

"Where's their plate armor?"

"Everyone was wearing them, but some people were unlucky and their heads were hit when the chamber exploded..."

"Collect the body and bury it in the cemetery. Send the pension and honor to their homes, and then tell their families what he fought for."

The sacrifice of the soldiers is certainly heartbreaking, but in terms of losses, this battle can be considered a great victory.

From dawn to noon, hundreds of thousands of Skaven lay dead at the foot of the camp, and countless recruits transformed into veterans.

At this time, in the rain outside the camp, Swayne and Broken Tooth came over holding a miserable ratman.

"Report! We-"

"Shh..."

Annan pointed at the sleeping soldiers and asked him to keep his voice down.

Swain lowered his voice: "We found a special ratman."

Annan looked at the rat-man who looked like a drowned rat. Unlike Broken Tooth, who had stayed in the Free City for two years and had grown strong and had shiny cilia, this rat-man was just like all the slave rats, thin and with withered cilia, like a big standing up rat. mouse.

The only advantage was that the storm had washed it clean and it was shivering in the wind.

"Who are you?"

"Sir Annan, its ears are deafened and need treatment." Broken Tooth said.

Annan called the elf mage: "Please recover."

Ymir refused, believing that treating the ratmen would be an insult to the elves. Archmage Charin, who was not at all proud of a mage, happily released the healing spell to restore the rat man's ears.

Annan entrusted him to release a group recovery spell to the soldiers in the camp.

Blom and the painter have taken Bailong to the north to see the dynamics of the rat tide. They may come back at any time.

Withdrawing his gaze, Annan looked at the rat man again.

"Do you know Common Tongue?"

The rat man shivered, not knowing whether it was due to fear or cold: "My...my name is Miller..."

"Do you have a name?"

Annan understands the rat people fairly well. If you ask a slave rat what its name is, it will only ask you if its name can be eaten. Only high-status ratmen like Maria, or spies who were assigned to other races, would have a corresponding name.

"I started it myself... I was hiding outside a town and heard a mother calling her son Miller, so I stole over..."

Annan is not a murderous person. The war between him and the Skaven was forced out of necessity. If there was a rat man who could talk well, he would be willing to talk.

"Are you a McKeon rat?"

"I...I am..."

Seeing Miller cower, Annan asked someone to bring him a blanket and asked gently: "Do you have anything to tell me?"

"I...don't know...I..."

Miller looked frightened, and just as Charin's group recovery spell was released, it gradually regained some of its sanity.

"For example, the dynamics of the McKeon clan, the direction of the rat tide, what you are doing in the north..."

Miller is just a slave rat. It has no access to these.

It has been in the North for as long as it can remember, and was driven out when it grew up. Because it is timid, it only dares to dig some grass roots and catch some fish and shrimps in the river to make a living. Hiding in the dark ravines and eavesdropping on the conversations of the humans on the streets above, I understand more and more.

Then the Skaven came, and all the residents of the town ran away. Miller climbed out of the ravine and lived a few days full of food left in the town, until the rat tide arrived, and he was carried south by his own kind...

The Power Word showed that what it said was true, and the broken tooth also proved to Annan that the rat man named Miller had never eaten human flesh.

"Can you tell?" Annan asked.

"The Great Horned Rat has branded a blood curse on all rat people... We will gradually go crazy by eating the flesh and blood of other races. It is very rational..." Broken Tooth looked at Miller who huddled up with hope.

"Broken Tooth, how about giving it to you?"

"I will make it an Avenger like me." Broken Tooth did not refuse.

A little happy that Liberty City finally had a second ratman, Annan's attention returned to the soldiers sleeping against the defense line.

Archmage Charin's group recovery technique only healed their fatigue, but the mental fatigue remained. They frowned, as if trapped in the nightmare of fighting the rat tide.

After thinking about it, Annan asked the centurion to call the three succubi.

"Can you speed up their recovery?"

The succubi looked at each other, puffed up their chests, licked their lips and said in a charming voice: "We are very good at making men unable to recover..."

So what blinded me in the first place and actually allowed three succubi to join the Fourth Legion?

Forget it, even goblins can be useful, succubi will never be inferior to goblins.

The storm weakened slightly in the afternoon, temporarily settling into a hazy drizzle.

Yesterday's forest has disappeared from the earth, leaving only a bare and devastated land.

The soldiers were scattered outside the camp, harvesting rat ears. The sacks were filled one by one and piled up in the corners of the camp.

In the midst of this, the three white dragons who went to the north to investigate returned to the camp with a piece of water vapor.

They brought back the battle situation in the northeast: the rat tide on the painting board was like a wave, and the black watch was like a rock standing in the wind and waves.

Compared to their enemies, the rat tide here in Annan is like playing house. The attacker on the drawing board is a mixed rat tide composed of rat warlocks, elite rats and reckless rats.

Annan's previous dream of surpassing Black Watch was shattered. If they were put into Black Watch's situation, they would not be able to survive for a minute...

"Should we go over to support?" Blom asked.

Annan shook his head: "Our soldiers need to rest now... Elder, you continue to stare at Black Watch, Blom, you contact other forces, it is best to find the force close to us."

Black Watch shared most of the rat tide, and he also shared part of the rat tide on the periphery. If they were not bad luck, they should still be alive.

Blom set off again, and the warriors who harvested the mouse ears returned to the camp one after another.

It took an afternoon to bring back the easy-to-collect rat ears: a total of 280,000 rat ears.

They killed more than 300,000 ratmen in half a day.