A strange world

Before setting off, Michael also bought several purification scrolls made by the Church of the Goddess of Wealth, each costing 20 gold coins.

Compared with the arcane missile scroll of 40 gold, the purification scroll was half the price, but Annan remembered that the reward for clearing the ratmen was only 1 gold and 50 silver.

"We don't have a pastor."

Michael explained, “If we don’t buy it, we will be infected with the plague or even become corrupted, and our lives will only be worth 1 gold and 50 silver.”

"It's not even worth 1 gold and 50 silver, Mr. King of the North." Francois interjected diligently, "Our commission may also be stolen by hyenas."

"hyena?"

Annan was getting used to Francois calling him this exaggerated name. The lack of restraint has nothing to do with vanity... at least most of it has nothing to do with it.

Because of this, the surrounding guests will be "shocked and disbelieving when they hear Annan's identity", thereby letting more people know about him.

"That's the literal meaning." Michael gave Francois the chance to explain.

Hyenas are also mercenaries, but they specialize in doing something that fits the name and is despised by others: they will jump out to snatch prey when other mercenaries entrust them with a mission, and they will win miserably, die together, or both sides will be injured.

When he was about to pay and set off, the tavern clerk said that the meal was free and the boss hoped to treat the King of the North to the meal.

Michael said boldly, "The King of the North doesn't need a treat," and the boss also rejected Michael's refusal, saying, "He's proud to invite the King of the North."

They almost got into a fight over who came to treat them, but Annan stopped them and accepted the boss's kindness.

Annan, Michael and Della got into the Mage Tower carriage, Francois and Catalina sat in the family carriage behind, and Klein rode a heavy horse alone.

The Rat Infestation Commission is located in an abandoned farm. The farmers who were cultivating farmland left because of the diversion of the Pulani River that flows from the snow-capped mountains. A group of rat people who were far away from the tribe occupied this place. Worried about contaminating downstream water sources, the commission requested that the Rat Man be eliminated as soon as possible and then contact the scavengers to dispose of the bodies.

Michael stood in front of a low hill and looked at the farm beside the river bank in the distance. No sign of corruption, no swarm of rats—

"This is the best possible outcome."

Michael said that the places where corrupted ratmen build their nests will be covered with disgusting and troublesome slime mycelium, and if you stay there for too long, you will be in danger of becoming corrupted.

Rat swarms are another level of trouble. No matter what it is, it will be difficult to deal with the terrifying numbers. When thousands of rats gather into a tidal wave and surge forward, even elite professionals can only flee.

But for Klein, who was armed to the teeth, it was just a game of stepping on mice.

As he got closer to the farm, Annan saw clearly the notorious rat men in these rumors.

Like lizards and kobolds, Skaven and humans have nothing in common other than walking upright. The rodent's rat head is a cross between a rat and a mole and is covered in gray, dirty, coarse fur. They were half-clothed, with their bare tails trailing behind them.

This team with two spellcasters didn't need any strategy. They approached the farm directly and attacked about a dozen ratmen when they were running around in panic and ringing the "death knell".

The battle was so brutal that it didn't seem to play a role in getting them together.

Even if Annan did nothing, even if Della was only guarding Annan.

Klein rushed into the rat pack like a giant beast. With the weight of his armor and his speed, the impact of hundreds of pounds was all borne by the first ratman. When it was hit, its sternum was shattered, its internal organs were tattered, and it died instantly. It was like a boneless rag doll that spread foul-smelling blood and knocked down the rat-man behind it. Then Klein swung his warhammer, carrying out weak attacks that were difficult for the ratmen to leave scratches on the stainless steel armor, killing them wantonly.

Catalina was wandering on the edge of the farm. Instead of running straight into the rats as she silently complained about the scars all over her body, she was wandering on the edge like an assassin, using two two-handed daggers to harvest like a scythe in a wheat field. Rat Man's life.

Francois held a longbow and unexpectedly stood reliably on the outside of the battlefield, using arrows to kill the rat men who were too close to his companions.

Michael didn't find a chance to take action, so he had to try to get closer, preparing to release an arcane missile to add to the fun.

A rat man suddenly rushed towards Michael. Even the poor knowledge of the rat people knows that the caster is weak in close combat.

"careful!"

Annan knew that Michael could not be killed by a rat man, but he still subconsciously reminded him. Then he saw Michael swinging his staff towards the rat man and hitting the head of the charging rat man. The hard skull immediately looked like rickets and was deeply sunk.

Staff versus skull, the staff wins.

At the same time, Klein knocked down the last Skaven, dropped the warhammer, and finished it off.

The rat man with a sunken chest stared at Annan with hatred, his blood pooled under his body, and he let out a harsh death cry.

"What does it say?"

Annan guessed that it was a curse or something, but she didn't know why she was looking at herself...

"I don't know, it's not important, don't worry about it."

If these rat men were really capable, they wouldn't wander here.

A brief search of the farm, which was about to be flooded by the diverted Planni River, revealed human bones buried in feces.

I don't know if the farmer was attacked or if the rat men ate the homeless people living on the farm.

After a few seconds of silence for the dead, Annan's attention fell on Michael's staff.

He had just released the cleaning technique, and the blood-stained staff was back to like new.

"Why is your staff so..."

heavy? hard? powerful? Annan found that his vocabulary was still too small.

"I installed a bumper," Michael said.

"Is the collision angle you mean the collision angle I understand?"

Michael waved the staff several times, and the sound of tearing the air was like a long hammer.

"Bumping corners can increase my abilities, so why don't I do it?"

"I understand." Annan said.

If he had a gun, of course he wouldn't mind firing cold shots after releasing the magic while the summons were fighting with the enemy.

"You're really good at using the chop!" Katalina passed by and praised Michael: "Many of the fighters I've seen are not very skilled."

Then he laughed at Annan's timid appearance, like a fart whose toes were stepped on.

"Don't listen to her, you are brave, for a boy fighting for the first time."

Francois appeared to protect Annan at this time: "You have no right to speak against Mr. Annan. I killed at least five...six ratmen, what about you?"

"Do you remember how many bottles of wine you drank?" Catalina asked.

Annan didn't take it to heart. He looked at the fast and clear river dozens of meters away - he used the outline of thirty years to the east of the Pulani River and thirty years to the west of the Pulani River in "The Law Breaks the Sky", but this is also First time seeing it.

It's not as wide as expected because it's just a tributary.