A strange world

Chapter 793 Section 24. Prelude

In the early morning of the third day of the hunting plan, sporadic rat-men began to appear in the grassland outside the forest.

The military minister of the Windmill Principality, the first to arrive, volunteered to hand over these stragglers to them.

Facing the ignorant and arrogant military minister, Annan had no choice but to ask him to send a crony to follow the dragon-taming boy Elder and Ghost on a trip to the north.

This time they came back twice as fast as last time... which meant that the distance between them and the Ratmen was half as close.

The military minister's crony's hair was messy and messy, his face was frighteningly pale, and he almost fell down after slipping off the dragon's back.

He was speechless: "Ratmen...there are so many ratmen..."

The military minister felt uneasy and hurriedly asked: "How much is it?"

Annan simply showed him the magical image taken by the ghost.

When he saw the Ratmen stretching as far as the eye could see, the Minister of Military Affairs also trembled: "I, we must tell... tell the empire! The Ratmen are heading north!"

Annan calmly returned the magic stone to the ghost: "The empire already knows, they are the target of our hunting."

"We... hunt them?"

The military minister's expression sounded like he heard a group of ants dreaming of building a sandcastle to welcome the tsunami...

"Will the empire send us to die?" Annan asked.

As a result, the Minister of Military Affairs became inexplicably silent...

"What did I say wrong?" Annan looked at Blom in confusion.

"The reputation of the Tatooine Empire is not good..."

"I know that the King of Bones, a barbarian country, regards bone tools as beauty..."

"That's not what I'm talking about, but that the empire has been brutally suppressing the surrounding countries... There are so many vassals who can't just buy Fast pants as a gift."

Annan almost laughed, and almost understood what Blom meant: the empire was a cruel and cold empire in the eyes of the surrounding countries and lords, but they dared to be angry and dare not speak out. After all, those who obey the empire may not die, but those who resist the empire will never live.

"The empire is not something to be loved, but something to be feared..."

With emotion, Annan asked: "What is Black Watch's reaction now?"

"They are stationed about 30 miles northeast of us."

That is the upper right...

Annan felt relieved. With a strong ally at close range to help share most of the pressure, the rat tide they encountered could be alleviated a lot.

Standing at the camp that was much higher than the forest and looking to the south, Annan vaguely saw the end of his sight, and could not tell whether it was the Great Wall of the North or the cloudy black horizon.

The storm came as expected.

The pouring of cement has stopped at the camp, and the final result is a large camp nearly twenty meters higher than the forest. The cost was that this stronghold consumed all of Liberty City's cement reserves and borrowed some from the Empire.

The "war merits" you strive for are best worth the money.

The fourth legion was sent to the northern grasslands to clean up the wandering ratmen. Everyone else, including Hellfire, was carrying supplies and digging trenches.

Magic cannons and orichalcum cannons are set up on high platforms, and the awnings built by the goblins can prevent the cannons and muskets from misfiring in storms.

This preparation left an ugly scar in the heart of the forest.

The elves were unmoved. They hate the rat men more than destroying the forest.

Thirteen meteor hammers specially made by Annan for the thirteen white dragons were also sent. A spiked iron ball weighing nearly 200 pounds dropped from the end of the approximately 20-meter-long iron chain.

At that time, the white dragons will just grab the meteor hammer and plow the ground repeatedly in the air.

As for the situation outside, the result brought back by the dragon-taming boy Elder and the painter was that the front line of the rat tide had approached the one hundred-mile "hunting ground" designated for hunting. Other forces began to sense that something was wrong and sent scouts to the north to investigate.

Annan watched silently, he had already reminded them.

"How long will it take for the force coming here?"

"They said they would be there by noon tomorrow..." Blom replied.

"Where's the Rat Man?"

"Probably later."

"It's too late. Tell them the rat tide is a hundred miles away and let them decide whether to come or retreat."

Now, Annan has one last thing to do.

"Do you want to return to the Northern Great Wall?" Annan asked the military minister of the Windmill Principality.

This half-day of contact allowed Annan to judge that he had some abilities, but not much.

"I……"

Annan knew what the military minister was hesitating and said directly: "I think there should be no force to retreat now. If you do, you will be the first."

After all, they didn't care about the rat tide Annan said.

"Then I won't retreat. The Windmill Principality is with you!" the Minister of Military Affairs gritted his teeth with courage.

Annan nodded: "Since you don't want to retreat, I hope that there will be only one voice here for the next battle. Don't worry, I will treat everyone equally and will not deliberately send your soldiers to die."

"Of course, I understand that there can only be one general on the battlefield!"

The Windmill Principality's troops only have about 500 people, but they are exactly the professionals Annan needs: 320 warriors, 40 elites, and 20 mage regiments. The leader of the mage regiment is a 13th-level archmage.

Annan divided everyone into three parts, and all mages were organized into the mage group, responsible for targeting the rat tide, rat warlocks or powerful targets in the rat tide, and taking action when the battle situation is critical.

All professionals and hellfires who can attack from a distance are integrated into Fermi's men. They are the backbone of the camp.

The remaining armored orcs, warriors, and golems held the line.

These are the powers on the surface, not to mention that Annan can summon the two epics at any time - if it doesn't work, he will bring his ancestors to the battlefield!

After the war, the empire will definitely have to fight with Annan...

In the evening, the fifth trench around the camp was dug, and the goblins retreated.

Annan no longer cares about the sparse rat people in the grassland, and lets everyone make fires, cook, and get enough rest...

In the darkness before dawn, Annan was awakened from his meditation.

Blom lowered his voice: "There is some movement in the north..."

Annan followed him out of the tent.

Overlooking the entire forest, everyone in the dark camp like a low mountain was awake, no one made a sound, and the entire camp was filled with silence and solemnity.

They stood silently and hurriedly to their positions, their faces alternately flashing dark red and pale.

The pale white comes from the muffled thunder surging in the south, and the dark red comes from the magical brilliance that breaks out in the northeast.

"Is that the direction of Blackwatch?"

"Um."

They were already at war with the Skaven.

"Why is there no light source?" Annan asked.

"Avoid the main force of the Ratmen - hush..." Blom suddenly signaled Annan to be silent and stared at the darkness ahead.

The camp was silent as the soldiers in the front row repeatedly released their weapons and wiped the sweat from their palms.

The air is so dull that water can condense...

Rustling, rustling...

Amidst the rustling of the bushes, several elf rangers sprang out of the woods and jumped onto the camp.

"They are coming..."

As the elf ranger finished speaking, a gust of wind blew over the forest, blowing away the dullness and bringing the sound of mice squeaking in the darkness.