A strange world

Chapter 838 Chapter 69. The Fantasy Life of Broken Tooth

Annan told Broken Tooth a story called "The Ugly Duckling":

Once upon a time, there was an ugly duckling staying with the ducklings. The ducks laughed at it because it was ugly, big, and different from them. The ugly duckling was sad and anxious, but it didn't know that it was actually a white swan. When it grew up, All ducks will marvel at its beauty.

"You are different from other ducks... no, from other rat people. Insidiousness is their motto, and despicability is their way of doing things."

"When I was a child, I also secretly gnawed on my neighbor's legs..."

"What? This is just a metaphor. Your future changed the day you joined Liberty City. Believe in yourself, just like I believe in you."

Broken Tooth's emotion when he heard these words was indescribable, just like the rat man who listened to the Oracle of the Horned Rat.

From then on, Broken Tooth firmly transformed into Annan's fanatic believer, carried out his will, and believed in him as the Great Horned Rat——

So Broken Tooth was no longer satisfied with being a ratman hiding in the basement in the Hell Mountain Camp.

Broken Tooth wants to find his own way.

It does a hundred times more things out there than in Hell Mountain.

For example, now, relying on the fat and body he gained in Liberty City, Broken Tooth squeezed out of the basement and came to the camp.

The camp was crowded with elite rats and slave rats, but no rogue rats. Ever since they discovered that the Ratmen they smashed down and carried away were bigger than some rolling stones, the Musketeers had always been watching the Rats to set fire. Not a single Rat came close to the camp alive, so they simply gave up attacking Hell Mountain.

The rats in the camp had no desire to attack. A small number of them were crawling into the basement. Most of the slave rats lowered their heads and gnawed on the corpses of their kind, lying on the fleshy hillsides and swallowing minced meat.

When the rats weren't paying attention, Broken Tooth picked through the armors of the dead elite rats in the camp and put the intact ones on himself.

The ratmen have little forging ability, and they cannot afford millions of sets of armor, so the elite rat armors that are simply forged from thick iron are very fragile, between leather armor and fine iron, and can even be penetrated by magic muskets.

As Broken Tooth found the intact helmet, he pulled out the severed head and put it on. With its strong body, anyone would think it was an elite rat.

After dressing up, Broken Tooth began to squeeze down the mountain.

When passing by the flesh-and-blood hillside, a mouse was lying on the flesh-and-blood hillside eating heavily and said vaguely: "Mom, I won't go home for dinner today. Oh, you are here too."

You will never be able to go back. Broken Tooth thought.

But when leaving Hell Mountain, maybe it was too conspicuous by the current going against the current. Broken Tooth was caught by the war supervising guards and brought to a camp at the foot of the mountain where guards were stationed and tribal war flags were erected.

"Lord Grey-haired Rat, we have captured a deserter rat!" the battle supervisor and rat priests reported loudly.

"I am the scout of Lord Gray Furrat. I want to go back and report to hell... the Huiyue Mountains have been captured!" Broken Tooth screamed.

"Troublesome Stun thing... get out of here..." The battle supervisors had no doubt that he was there.

I don't know if it's a blind spot left over from when the Horned Rat was still around or if it's because he just doesn't bother to do this. In short, there are no humans yet to trick the rat-men into gathering information, and the rat-men have no defense against this.

After easily coming out of the camp, Broken Tooth remembered the pattern of the flying Rat Man flag and headed towards the Great Wall of the North.

Broken Tooth followed Femi to see the defense map of the Orr Empire. It followed the tide of rats in the nearest direction, like a small boat in the sea.

Broken Tooth moved very quickly. When night fell, it rushed to the first place of defense - the top of the mountain was silent, and the rat tide passed by this place invariably.

This line of defense has fallen.

Without wasting time to climb up, Broken Tooth gave up and looked at other lines of defense - even Hell Mountain was almost lost, and there was no way those human gadgets could withstand the rat tide.

It rushed straight to the newly built Northern Great Wall, which may still be holding on.

At a certain moment, Broken Tooth, covered with silver moon and mixed in the rat tide, raised his head and saw the last magical light shining on a mountain peak.

This mountain is one of the lines of defense, and it looks like it has just fallen...

Broken Tooth followed the sparse group of rats and climbed to the top of the mountain.

There are rat people everywhere and their creepy eating sounds.

It came late.

Broken Tooth looked back in the direction of Hell Mountain, and there was silence there... Maybe the Great Wall of the North thought that Hell Mountain had fallen.

At this moment, Broken Tooth faintly caught a faint breath from under his feet. It lowered its head and met a pair of fearful eyes.

"Are you a survivor?" Broken Tooth asked in Common Tongue.

The human being hiding under the rat corpse stared wide-eyed.

It glanced around and lowered its voice: "I am a soldier from Liberty City. Come out, the rat-things will 'clean the battlefield' and they will eat you while you are alive."

"They will eat me if I come out..." A childish voice sounded.

"I just said you are my backup food."

Broken Tooth pulled him out. Unexpectedly, the survivor turned out to be a boy of only five or six years old.

Broken Tooth still had the indifference of the rat man in its bones. It remained indifferent and found a helmet for the boy to put on.

Because of the peculiar smell and meat foam in the helmet, the boy retched, attracting the attention of several ratmen.

"Get away! The human thing is mine!"

Broken Tooth pulled out his long sword and killed the nearest rat as a demonstration.

The other ratmen backed away in fear, while Broken Tooth took off the mage robe of the human corpse beside him and draped it over the boy, lifted him onto his shoulders, and went down the mountain without looking back.

Behind Broken Tooth, several rat-men pounced on the still-warm bodies of their companions.

…

The boy's name was Li Te. He said that he sneaked out with his uncle and wanted to kill the Ratmen...but they all died.

"They say that the ratmen are all bad and the ratmen are weak. Why are you not bad and the ratmen are not weak?" Li Te, wearing a mage robe and a helmet, sat on Broken Tooth's shoulders, with a smile on his face. Tears, blood and flesh foam.

They followed the rat tide southward,

"Ratmen are indeed bad, but I am not bad. Ratmen are indeed weak, but they are not weak when they stand together."

"I don't understand……"

"Have you ever stepped on an ant?"

"Um……"

Liteuk was still a child and seemed unable to understand the meaning of death. He only thought that his uncle and his friends had gone to another place with the Rat Man. His attention was quickly drawn to something of interest.

He said that he had used fire, water, poke with wooden sticks, stepped on with his feet, and even caught other bugs to watch them fight...

For children, the ground is always closer than the sky.

“Are ants scary?”

Lite shook his head: "Even I can kill them."

"What if you were surrounded by ants?"

"Surrounded?" Lee Teuk couldn't imagine that scene.

"You wake up one morning and find that your room, floor, ceiling, walls, windows, and doors are covered in ants."

Leeteuk hugged Broken Tooth's helmet tightly in fear.

"You're different from them, right?"