Alien world

Chapter 1558 Chapter 192. Take refuge
Annan has made full preparations for the war and almost emptied his family's savings. The only problem is... what if the rat-man and demon coalition does not come?
News of the rat-man invasion from Montable Rock told him that this was impossible.

"Rat, rat man!"

When a large number of ratmen appeared in the north, there was chaos on the city wall, and even humans could not be seen mixed in.

The ratman who evaded the scouts and inexplicably appeared outside the city was Annan’s brotherly partner, Stuen the Ratman.

They came to Annan as promised - and brought some humans as gifts.

Fortunately, no humans or ratmen died in this misunderstanding, except for one unlucky guy who fell from the city wall and broke his leg.

"Escape?"

Annan looked at the rat swarm, which he roughly estimated to be around 20,000 to 30,000 in number, and asked, "But isn't this a bit too much of a fuss?"

The ratman elder said it was nothing, tens of thousands of ratmen were nothing to a clan, just like one person missing in a human town.

"I mean……"

Annan glanced at the ratmen passing through the city wall one after another: "Are there too many refugee rats?"

The ratman elder said that after taking over the Broken Mountains, he became one of the "Three Rat Elders" in name only, and had an additional important responsibility: corrupting Annan.

To a certain extent, the more important Annan is, the higher the status of the ratmen elders.

Annan subtly discovered that the scepter on its spine seemed to have an extra section, representing an improvement in its status.

Annan's eyes lit up: "Are you now the head of the northern border of the Stoun Ratman?"

"Not yet. Besides me, there are two other ratmen managing the affairs." A gloomy look flashed across the ratman elder's scarlet eyes.

The next step seemed to be "join forces to kill them both, and nominate you as the boss", but Annan did not say that, instead he turned to the rat pack.

There are no slave rats. They are either artisan rats and elite rats, or camouflaged rats with graceful bodies that look more like humans than rats. There is even a group of "ladies" mixed in among them, who are protected by the elite rats.

The real humans are those figures in rags, with numb or frightened faces, rough skin and dirty bodies.

"There are still survivors in the North? Where did you find them?" Annan asked curiously.

The rat elder said, "There are quite a few humans around town, we picked them up."

Annan immediately understood what was going on.

At this time, a messenger from Lord Franco brought news that a floating city was staggering towards them.

Annan glanced at the ratman elder: "The owner is here."

It was both reasonable and expected that Count Urmit would abandon his old land and go to Annan.

It was impossible to fly in Xingyue Bay back then, otherwise Annan would have run away long ago.

As soon as they met, the bear-like Count Urmit gave him a bear hug.

"It's fucking scary. I've never seen so many rats in my life. There are more ratmen in the north than I have eaten salt..." Count Urmit was still in shock and used swear words as commas.

So without even trying his luck, he took all his belongings and sought refuge in Liberty City.

"Will you accept me?"

"of course."

Annan was very happy to see his old friend, and asked the maid Abby to notify the kitchen to prepare a dinner.

"Remember to get a few more barrels of that fiery grain wine." Count Urmit drooled.

Annan observed Count Urmit's floating city. Unlike the Free City, Count Urmit's floating city met the definition of those nobles - it was really just a floating city... a castle, and it would be considered a win if it could accommodate the family.

After all, I can't afford more arcane cores. I saw a castle before, but this time the castle's outer wall was bought, the spire was gone, and there were a bunch of messy shacks outside, like a mixture of orc and goblin styles, which looked weird.

Count Urmit brought all his people here.

It’s not that he loves his people like his own children, but in the North, if one person is missing, one person is really missing, and there is simply no place to collect the refugees.

Upon learning that the ratmen had brought a lot of humans with them, Count Urmit sent his guards over to look for any of his "lost" people.

"What about your safety..."

"How can I let the enemy attack me in Annan's territory?" Count Urmit laughed. "Annan, do you want to go up and take a look?"

"Right on my mind."

Annan, who had never been to other floating cities, was very curious.

Count Urmit ordered his men to move the floating city over and suspend it in the sky above the suburbs.

Residents and tourists inside and outside Liberty City looked up curiously. They had never seen other floating cities before, so this was quite new to them.

Lilith led them to the floating city, where the stacked shacks were filled with pale-looking residents.

"You have no idea how much effort it took me to get the population over a thousand... It's like there's a limit. Every time the population reaches a thousand, something unexpected happens and it drops back to three digits. I finally got to 1001 people—"

Count Urmit was complaining when Lilith, who was following Annan, drove the Mage Tower to sweep across the floating city. Red marks suddenly appeared above the heads of several residents.

"A malicious target has been found and has been marked by a spell."

Count Urmit was slightly startled, then his face turned cold: "Damn it, they won't let me go even though I'm in such a miserable state...Annan, help me pry open their mouths!"

"Lilith, control the target, don't let them die."

Lilith nodded, waved her hand gently, and instantly cast several spells to control the marked residents in place.

The surrounding residents retreated in fear, and only then did they notice that there was a guard under control.

Annan looked sympathetically at Count Urmit, whose number had dropped back below a thousand.

Lilith carefully detected them and said, "They are rat spies."

As she said that, she tore open their pants, and the rat tails wrapped around their waists immediately leaked out.

It turned out to be a ratman spy.

Is McCain also good at disguise?
Annan thought of asking the ratman elder to come up. Seeing the ratman elder's gloomy face and fierce eyes flashing, he immediately knew what was going on.

"They are left to you," said Annan.

"Annan, I will give you an answer."

Even though the man and the mouse seem to be so close and as if they grew up together, they actually both want to corrupt each other.

Annan currently has the upper hand.

Usually, it only takes three steps for the ratmen to corrupt humans. The first step is to find the target, the second step is to make the target gradually fall, and the third step is to threaten with the evidence of the ratmen: "Human, you don't want the Thirteen Kings to know, right?"

They have used this trick for hundreds of years, from the south to the north, from the west coast to the eastern mountains, and have never been unsuccessful. They didn't expect to run into such a shameless thing as Annan, who turned around and threatened: "Rat man, you don't want the Thirteen Clans to know that you are colluding with humans, right?"

"Hahaha, this is a good thing, otherwise it would be a headache if someone stabbed you in the back after the war." Count Urmit put away his ugly expression, showed his signature laugh, and took Annan around the floating city.

Then look forward to asking Annan for some suggestions.

(End of this chapter)