Before departure, 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 is half the price, but Annan remembers that the reward for clearing the ratmen was only 1 gold and 50 silver.
"We don't have a priest."
Michael explained, "If we don't buy it, we will be infected with the plague or even become corrupted, 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 himself this exaggerated name. The lack of restraint had nothing to do with vanity... at least mostly it had 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, win miserably, die together, or both sides are injured.
When we were about to pay the bill and set off, the tavern clerk said that the meal was free and the boss hoped to treat the King in the North to the meal.
Michael said boldly, "The King of the North doesn't need to treat me" and refused, and the boss also rejected Michael's refusal by saying, "He is proud to invite the King of the North."
They almost got into a fight over who came to treat the guests, but Annan stopped them and accepted the boss's kindness.
Annan, Michael, and Della got into the wizard's 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 reclaimed the farmland left due to the diversion of the Pulani River flowing from the snow-capped mountains, and a group of rat people who were far away from the tribe occupied the place. Worried about contaminating the downstream water source, the commission requested that the rat people be eliminated as soon as possible, and then contact
Scavengers dispose of corpses.
Michael stood in front of a low hill and looked at the farm beside the river in the distance. There were no signs of decay and no rats—
"This is the best outcome."
Michael said that the place where the 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 will be difficult to deal with in 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 these rumored notorious rat men.
Like lizards and kobolds, ratmen and humans have nothing more in common than walking upright. The rodent ratheads are a cross between a rat and a mole, covered in gray dirty coarse fur. They are half-clothed.
, with its bare tail trailing behind it.
This team with two spellcasters needed no strategy. They approached the farm directly, and when about a dozen ratmen were running around in panic, sounding the "death knell", they launched an attack on them.
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 was like a giant beast rushing into a swarm of rats. The weight of the armor plus the speed, the impact of hundreds of pounds were all borne by the first ratman. When it was hit, its sternum was shattered, its internal organs were tattered, and it died instantly, like
It was Tan's boneless rag doll that spread stinking blood and knocked down the rat-man behind him. Then Klein swung his war hammer and killed the rat-man wantonly with weak attacks that could hardly leave scratches on the stainless steel armor.
Catalina was wandering on the edge of the farm. She did not rush straight into the rats as she silently complained about the scars all over her body. Instead, she wandered on the edge like an assassin, using two two-handed daggers to harvest like a scythe in a wheat field.
The life of the Rat Man.
Francois held a longbow and unexpectedly stood reliably on the outside of the battlefield, using arrows to kill the rat men who got too close to his companions.
Michael didn't find an opportunity to take action, so he had to try to get closer and prepare to release an arcane missile to add to the fun.
At this time, a rat man suddenly rushed towards Michael. Even the poor knowledge of the rat man knew that the caster was weak in close combat.
"careful!"
Annan knew that Michael could not be killed by a rat man, but he still reminded him subconsciously. Then he saw Michael swinging his staff at the rat man and hitting the head of the charging rat man. The hard skull
Immediately it was like rickets, and it was sunk deeply.
The staff versus the 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.
They briefly searched the farm, which was about to be flooded by the diverted Planni River, and found 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 cleansing spell, 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 collision angle," Michael said.
"Is the collision angle you are talking about 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 taking advantage of the gap between the summons and the enemy to fire after releasing the magic.
"You're really good at using the chop!" Catalina 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 toe was stepped on.
"Don't listen to her, you are very brave, for a boy fighting for the first time."
Francois appeared to protect Annan at this time: "You are not qualified to say that, 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.
