A strange world

Chapter 805 Section 36. Who is first?

"Will it betray us?"

Blom has always been wary of Jerry.

He is not targeting Jerry, but is wary of all rat people, including Broken Tooth...

This sentiment is also what most humans think.

Because of thousands of years of hatred, it is easy for them to spread their emotions to the entire group - not to mention that the rat people themselves are not a good thing.

Annan answered him: "Most dark elves have never seen the sun in their lives, because it is a curse, a shame, and the existence they hate the most. But there is a dark elf who was born in the darkness, but yearns for the light. One day , she unexpectedly walked out of the darkness and stood in the sunshine. She felt the beauty that she had not experienced in the past..."

Blom seemed not to understand the metaphor and said, "Are you talking about Dela?"

Annan shrugged: "I made it up."

Jerry had disappeared into the mountains with the gray-haired rat priest on his back. Annan got down to business: "We must tell the empire as soon as possible about the rat nest in the northern mountains."

"The Empire already knows."

"That's good."

After speaking, Annan suddenly realized that there was something wrong with Blom's voice. He turned around and saw Brom looking frightened, and standing next to him was a silhouette wearing a black cloak and wearing a bone sword badge on his chest.

"Is he an enemy?" Annan quietly held the amulet.

"So..." Blom said bravely.

The black cloak looked at Blom dissatisfied: "I am the judge of the Empire's Bone Blade Legion."

"what is that?"

Annan relaxed a little. The Imperial Legion... then there should be nothing to worry about.

Did he suddenly appear because of the Skaven Hive, or was he making a deal with the Skaven...

"The Blade of Bones, also known as the Eye of Bones, is the eye of the Tatoon Empire that monitors the empire."

Annan is feeling ominous, and it seems that it is most likely not because of the former...

"I have a question."

The judge opened his mouth, but Annan suddenly said, "You can't blame me. I didn't want to do this, but your people said that the only criterion for judging military merit is rat ears, regardless of method..."

"It doesn't matter..." The judge shook his head and said with a faint smile: "What does Luo Gebo mean?"

Before he could be surprised, Annan was stunned by the information revealed by the judge.

"Logbo" was someone who deliberately deceived the coalition leaders when he was bewitching them. The inquisitor knows that, does that mean that everything he has done has long been seen by the empire...?

Thinking on the bright side, maybe Skeleton Edge was just staring at the other coalition forces and happened to hear what he said.

"Um...Mr. Executive Officer, what did you mean when you said 'it doesn't matter' just now?" Annan asked tentatively.

"You already said that the only criterion is mouse ears."

Annan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that buying rat ears or making deals with rat people was nothing to the empire.

"That's because you're not from the Empire."

As if he had an insight into Annan's thoughts, the executive officer sneered, "Having private contact with the Skaven is a serious betrayal of the empire and will be sent directly to the Inquisition."

"If loyalty is not absolute, is it absolutely disloyal?"

"Well said, but I like your sentence more, 'The Empire is not something to be loved, but something to be feared.'"

Annan's breath froze, and he suddenly understood this sentence more deeply.

The executive left. He disappeared as suddenly as he appeared suddenly, and Annan didn't even notice the magic fluctuation.

"Is he gone?" he asked Blom.

"I don't know..." Blom shook his head. "But he was deliberately warning us."

"What warning?"

Blom looked at the clear stupidity in the black eyes of his city lord, without revealing any undue sarcasm: "Let us be careful not to cross the line, otherwise he will just let us send repeated messages back. There is no need for birth reminders. .”

"makes sense."

Annan was a little aggrieved. After knowing that there was a "skeleton eye" everywhere behind him, he couldn't even lose his temper.

Taking a deep breath, exhaling the turbid air, Annan said easily: "This is a good thing. The Empire originally had a good relationship with us, but now we have the Skeleton Edge to endorse us. We don't even bother to find excuses, just take Mouse Ear back."

Part of the truth, part of the lie.

The truth is that Annan has no intention of betraying the empire, and he has nothing to fear. The lie is that it is always uncomfortable to have your every move watched.

"By the way, when does the hunting plan ranking start?"

Blom looked up. The sun was disappearing behind the woodland horizon.

"It should be now."

Annan appeared anxious. Don’t have everything arranged and then be a step too late.

He quickly opened the portal on the Northern Great Wall and asked Blom to go back first: "Tell the imperial officials to wait for me."

Blom returned to the Northern Great Wall and rushed to the Black Watch station, just in time to see the imperial official who had come before announcing the tenth place of the hunt.

"The Principality of Windmill rewards fifty sets of imperial-style stainless steel armor."

The military minister of the Windmill Principality was overjoyed.

Blom hurried over, passed the guard's inspection, and broke into the announcement ceremony.

"Second place——"

"Please wait a moment!" Blom interrupted the young official and touched his waist. He suddenly remembered that the magic bag was at Annan's place, so he had to bite the bullet and said: "The Lord of Annan said that he had obtained another batch of mouse ears and was on the way. On the way back, I hope you can wait for him to come."

The young official couldn't decide and looked at the leader of the Black Watch beside him.

"Then just wait for our little warlock." The legion commander joked nonchalantly, "I hope he can surprise me."

The leaders of the forces who stood aside honestly looked envious.

Let the imperial envoys and army commanders wait for him... They also want to have this kind of treatment, but not everyone has the ability to produce newspapers and cement and please their ancestors.

So Annan is really not called Annan Montreal?

…

As night fell, Jerry stopped in front of a stream with the gray-haired mouse priest on his back.

Wherever the rat tide passes, there is no life left. But the continuous rain made the stream clean itself again.

"Master Grey-furred Rat, do you want to clean it up?"

"good."

Jerry put down the weak gray rat priest, so it could see Jerry's tall figure through the faint moonlight.

"I remembered, you're the Stunn Rat from the Rat Team."

The gray-haired rat priest was shorter than the Annan thing, but he stood in front of Jerry, as if he was overlooking him: "How did you rescue me?"

"The human gadgets need mouse ears, so I pretended to be the champion mouse captain and tricked the human gadgets into giving them mouse ears..." This was the explanation that Jerry and the Annan gadgets had already thought of.

"You did a good job..." The gray-haired rat priest turned and walked towards the stream, "When you go back, you will be the champion rat captain."

The silver moon was shining, and Jerry watched the gray-haired rat priest walk into the stream, wet his gray hair, and outline a wonderful outline.

The desire to reproduce that had been dormant for several years was suddenly ready to take action at this moment.