A strange world

Chapter 857 Chapter 88. Annan is already a despicable adult

The smartest person in Liberty City at this time is undoubtedly the Skeleton King Leonefah, but being smart alone is not enough, you also need to understand the Skaven.

At this point, Leonifer may not understand the rat people as well as the centurion.

Annan came to the scavenger base. They have indeed succeeded in getting rid of the ratmen. They must first understand this about the ratmen - even if Free City is lifted into the sky, they are still hiding underground like rats.

The centurion's answer was: If you want to understand the rat people, you must first become a rat person and learn their way of thinking.

"real?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

As he spoke, the centurion hunched up, shaped like a rat man, and hissed around Annan: "Human thing, you smell so good..."

"Do you think it's fun?" Annan looked at the centurion expressionlessly.

She stood up straight: "Don't be so serious. We must learn to find an anchor to calm ourselves in pain."

"Your anchor is torturing others?"

"Hehe..." The centurion chuckled a few times, "The biggest threat to the rat people is the rat tide. The floating city has avoided the most dangerous places. Next, they may send interdimensional rats and flickering rats."

"what is that?"

"Dimensional rats will burrow into Liberty City in other planes and then jump out. Flicker rats are rats that can teleport over short distances. They are natural assassins."

"Is there any way we can restrain ourselves?"

"Let your mage tower keep an eye on the magic fluctuations in the city. If you detect it early, it won't cause much harm. Individual ratmen are no better than groups."

"Why didn't you tell me before?" Annan felt like he was squeezing out toothpaste. He asked some questions, and the centurion revealed some.

"Why are you talking so much? The more you know, the faster you will despair." The centurion said earnestly: "A boy has just signed up to join the knight's retinue, and you let him go to conquer the black dragon?"

In any case, the floating city does restrain the ratmen - just like vampires and blue dragons, being able to float in the air has a natural advantage over ground units.

Especially when the rat men have short and thick limbs and cannot use bows and arrows.

Annan asked the centurion not to stay at the scavenger base all the time, but to take the scavenger around the city more often. It would be best to teach the soldiers some knowledge.

After coming out, he asked a group of patrolling guards to send the news about the rat people to the mage Tower Lilith, and ran to the blacksmith shop.

Boom——Boom——Boom——

Bronzebeard, who was holding the blacksmith's hammer, suddenly felt that the surroundings became quiet, as if a cool wind was blowing by. She raised her head and saw Annan walking towards her.

Bronzebeard screamed like a white dragon being ravaged by a frost giant, threw away the red-hot iron block and the blacksmith's hammer and rushed into the lounge.

Annan reached the door and refused to let Bronzebeard close the door: "Bronzebeard, why did you see me running!"

"It can't be finished! It can't be finished at all!" Bronzebeard resisted but firmly pushed the door open little by little: "Go find someone else, don't come to me!"

"But can you bear to watch the warriors die under the fangs of the rat men?"

Bronzebeard's determination to push the door disappeared, allowing Annan to open the door.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just here to discuss it with you..."

Looking at the haggard expression behind Bronzebeard's thick beard, Annan thought that he would have to find more dwarves after this war.

"What are you going to say?" Bronzebeard jumped onto its stone seat, grabbed the wooden wine glass on the side and drank a glass of beer, and asked warily.

"We went to the Huiyue Mountains and didn't kill a few rat people. Isn't it appropriate?"

Bronzebeard shook his head: "Inappropriate."

"We have picked up so many injured people and can't do anything but evacuate in despair. Isn't it appropriate?"

Bronzebeard continued to shake his head: "It's even more inappropriate."

"So I need... I mean, could I suggest designing a more powerful artillery based on the orichalcum artillery?"

"Are you going to increase the caliber?"

"We don't have to move it and set it up on the Liberty City fort. Anyway, orichalcum is a metal that never wears out."

As long as the material properties of orichalcum exist, he can use orichalcum to solve many material problems, such as using orichalcum to build a tower leading to the moon.

Bronzebeard said that this is not difficult. You can use orichalcum to shape the caliber as much as you want. But how do you make the cannonball launch?

Annan couldn't help but ponder, the interaction between force and force is mutual. If you want such a large cannonball to be launched 100 meters, you must first have the power to make it shoot 100 meters... Okay, that sounds like nonsense.

Magic gunpowder is not good. It is unknown whether it can make a one-meter-caliber cannonball roll out of the muzzle. Mushroom bombs can probably make the cannonball hit a few meters... Rather than continuously increasing the caliber of the cannonball, it is better to study explosive cannonballs, just like before. The world is like that.

The good news is, this is the job of the Mushroom House.

Bronzebeard survived.

While Olmedo and Itilia were busy with business, Annan went to the hospital to visit the coalition survivors who had been brought back.

Unlike the Hellfire and the foreign aid corps, which were burning with the flames of revenge, Annan saw undisguised war-weariness on their faces.

Compared with the famous divisions of Liberty City, apart from defending their homeland and establishing military exploits, they began to doubt the meaning of war——

Giving up one's life and giving up one's blood only in exchange for those noble men continuing to enjoy a luxurious life?

Annan, who was keenly aware of this emotion due to his gift as a warlock, realized this was an opportunity. He found Ingrid, and then specially held a temporary pension distribution ceremony in the square of the City Lord's Palace.

Fifty cash boxes filled with gold coins were placed behind Annan.

The soldiers who died on Hell Mountain and on the way to the breakout became a long list of names on the death list. Although they sacrificed their lives, they left behind their families.

Their relatives and comrades-in-arms came to the square and received a pension of 10 gold coins each. In addition, they would also be given tax exemptions and preferential treatment as family members of soldiers in their future lives.

Then it was given to soldiers who were disabled in this war. Like the fallen, they received pensions and preferential treatment. Not only them, Annan, the disabled soldiers of other coalition forces, treated them equally and all received 10 gold coins.

The soldiers who were supported by others and leaning on crutches were holding yellow gold coins. They didn't expect that they would still have compensation and were in a daze.

The Antonine soldier wanted to refuse, but Annan forcefully pushed him back. At this moment, he looked more majestic than the rugged warrior: "You deserve this!"

Annan did not do anything obvious, but gradually made them appreciate Liberty City like warm water.

And when the gap occurs, it doesn't take much effort to make these elites who fought the bloody battle with the Skaven stay in Liberty City.

Annan realized that he was already a despicable adult. As if he had been seen through, he tried to make amends for himself: "After picking up the last coalition army, we will go home!"

At last, half of the fifty boxes of gold coins were left, and Annan stopped Ingrid from taking back the treasury.

"Send it to Ilimoyas, she has been secretly staring at me for a long time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sense of prying eyes from the Crystal Nest disappeared.