A strange world

Chapter 801 Section 32. The lonely champion rat

Williams Morel's emotions are somewhat complicated: disgust at not wanting to see something, frustration that cannot be overcome, and a little bit of happiness?

"You should call me patriarch," Williams corrected after taking a deep breath.

"Your father calls me ancestor, and I call you nephew. It's already a matter of course." Annan said with a smile.

"...So what's the matter with you?" Williams skipped the topic.

"Where's little Alma? This has something to do with him."

It took Williams a while to realize that "little Alma" was his father, and he said, holding back his temper, "My father is still in the mountains."

"Then you can tell me that I need a lot of mouse ears and ask your father to send them to me."

"What do you want this for?"

"certificate."

Annan didn't go into too much detail. Cheating was not conducive to his dignity.

Williams pondered for a moment and did not refuse: "I will tell my father, but the rat men have the habit of cannibalism, and I am not sure how many can be obtained."

"In short, the more the better..."

Annan changed the subject: "Now let's talk about what's going on between us. The look on your face tells me that you are in some trouble, my nephew."

"I...you must at least maintain some respect for me." Williams felt inexplicably lacking in confidence.

"You're right, then let's talk about our own affairs. I call you the clan leader, and you call me ancestor."

"...Can you lend me some money?"

"What do you need money for?" Annan asked doubtfully.

"A group of rock giants came to the south of the mountains. I want to hire them, but the price is too high."

"Smart strategy, war is to weaken the problem by any means necessary." Annan praised, "No problem, leave the money to me... But I have a request."

"What?"

"You know, I am a human. I hope vampires and humans can become friends, at least not pure predators and prey... The Stewart family has promised me, and I hope you will promise me too."

"friend……"

"It's not difficult. You just need to change your previous tradition of treating humans as livestock, stop killing them indiscriminately, let them live on the ground, and let them exchange blood for food and shelter... This will also save you the danger of catching humans everywhere. .”

"……Can."

It seems that the situation is very urgent, otherwise Williams will not readily agree.

In Williams' eyes, a sudden change in the way of eating would indeed make the tribe very unaccustomed, but other than that there would really be no other impact... and the Stewart family all did this.

"Here are 10,000 gold coins. If you bring Mouse Ears tomorrow, I will give you 40,000 gold coins." After finishing speaking, Annan asked: "Is it enough?"

"Just lend me 30,000 gold coins..." Williams looked complicated. He didn't expect that the matter that had worried the castle for several days would be solved like this.

"thank you for your help……"

Annan said in a long voice: "Hmm? Thank you to whom?"

"thank you for your help."

Annan closed the portal while Williams breathed a sigh of relief.

The Morel family should be able to send hundreds of thousands of mouse ears, but it's still not enough.

There are definitely over two million Mouseears in Blackwatch, maybe more... They spent the entire night cleaning the battlefield.

Let more than 30 commercial streets offer bounties for mouse ears at the same time? No, there would be too much movement to hide, and tomorrow is the last day of the hunt, so it's too late.

Annan dispersed the Hellfire Legion and the Fourth Legion, allowing them to kill as many as they could, while he stayed in the camp, looking at the phosphorus fire floating outside, thinking about how to surpass the Black Watch...

At dawn, Femi suddenly ran over and said that he had discovered an unusual team of rat men twenty miles away.

"Why is it abnormal?"

"They are very vigilant and actively avoid us...the rangers ran away before they even got close, and we couldn't catch up."

"Can't even the Elf Ranger catch up?"

"Well, that rat team has a red can..."

Red can, red cloak - these are often the names they use to describe champion rats, as they wear a red cloak over their elaborate armor and helmets.

However, in the hunting plan, the ears of the champion rat are not much more important than those of the slave rat.

Annan was curious about their origins and whether they would know the location of more rat-men.

As for not being able to catch up... Annan woke up a few white dragons that were napping in the camp, climbed on the dragon's back and asked Femi to show the way.

About ten minutes later, Annan saw the team of rat men - a red figure running alone on the green grassland again.

Its companions were dispatched by the Elf Rangers who followed closely behind.

As the white dragon appeared, the champion mouse looked up at the sky, suddenly gave up escaping, and suddenly turned back and rushed towards the elf ranger.

Annan almost reminded him aloud, but fortunately the elf ranger knew that the enemy was difficult to deal with, so he retreated quickly, and instead distanced himself from the champion rat.

The Champion Rat couldn't catch up with the Elf Ranger and tried to escape, but the silent arrows came one after another tirelessly.

In the midst of this, Blom landed and violently collided with the champion rat that rushed towards him.

clang--

Sparks flew, and the champion rat, who had been on the run for several days, was on par with Blom, who was recharging his energy.

Realizing that it might be the guard of the rat priest, Annan asked the white dragon to lower its altitude and prepare to support Blom.

To be honest, Mr. Fast would definitely not be able to defeat it, not even two Fasts... three Fasts might be able to seriously injure it at the cost.

Judging from this, the strength of the Champion Rat in its heyday was almost close to that of the Great Knight...?

During another confrontation, Blom staggered back, and the Champion Rat, who had only taken one step back, was about to seize the opportunity when he suddenly turned over and jumped to one side.

Then the white dragon fell down, splashing mud where it stood before.

As soon as the champion rat got up, a rope that came alive like a snake wrapped around it. It only took a second to break away from the living rope technique, but a second black shadow fell from the sky and pinned it under its claws.

Annan jumped off the dragon's back and walked around to the champion rat who was pinned in the mud and struggling.

The McKeon Rat is already larger than other clans, with the Champion Rat even reaching two meters in height. However, it does not have the obvious rat-human characteristics of the Slave Rat, but is... more anthropomorphic.

The pointed and thin muzzle and rodents have degenerated, the wide and round ears have lost their hair, and are close to the pointed ears of an elf. The broad back is no longer arched like an old woman due to the characteristics of the rat man.

Its face was obscured by the wet mud after the rain, but its soft lines completely got rid of the rat-man's ferocious appearance——

Annan thought thoughtfully: "Are you Stun Rat?"

"Dirty...human thing." The champion rat cursed hoarsely.

Annan looked at it calmly: "Which one of us is cleaner?"

"Death...human thing, die! My...sister...will not let go!"

"Do you have a sister?"