Alien world

Chapter 1773, Section 406: The Giant Beast Skeleton Tavern
After watching the gargoyle leader leave, Annan stepped off the platform and quickly overtook the vampire who had walked ten meters in three minutes.

Annam looked around, observing the "local customs" of the open-air rat nest.

It gets dark underground several tens of minutes earlier than on the surface. A few flickering grease lamps hang between the shacks piled up on the pit walls. Their light, like dying flies stuck in the soot, barely illuminates the suspension bridges made of hemp ropes and broken ladders hanging everywhere.

A swirling wind blew by, bringing not only a pungent stench, but also the muffled clanging of metal striking metal from deep within, the clattering of digging and chiseling, and the clattering of bones and broken pots.

Oh, and there's also a vampire's complaint, "Damn it, why did I have to come here to suffer, ugh—"

Ruth walked past a group of rats with sickly, bald tails, tearing each other apart over half a piece of moldy cheese, and kicked them away.

Annan exclaimed, "How could you be so cruel? It's just a baby!"

"You actually sympathize with rats?"

Annan ignored Ruth's sarcasm: "If I had found you, I would have taken your model and kicked you away. You would still be full of rubble and sawdust by now."

"you……"

Unable to argue with Annan, Ruth kicked the rats that were still fighting for food away one by one like balls, then put his hands on his hips and glared at Annan.

"childish."

Annan uttered a single word, ignoring Ruth's fiery gaze, and walked past her.

Three sentences to make the lustful demon only have eyes for you.

The outermost layer of the ratman's nest is naturally the largest, and it is where a large number of black-haired rats live. Brown-haired rats are mixed in on the two layers below.

Annan wandered around on the first floor. Ruth initially tolerated this aimless wandering, but as it got dark and Olme was still circling on the first floor, she couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking for?"

"Tavern."

Taverns, like swords, magic, and adventure, form part of the exploration of another world.

The structure of the ratmen's lair is undoubtedly modeled after a city-state. The outermost area is for vagrants and commoners, while the higher the center, the higher the status. It is also divided into residential areas and noble areas.

Given the sheer number of demons encountered along the way, it was impossible for there not to be a tavern.

"Why don't you just ask the local rats?"

Ruth blocked a black-haired rat's path: "Where's the tavern?"

"Squeak..."

It wasn't a common language, or even the language of the rat-men. Ruth, undeterred, spotted a brown-haired rat, ran over, stopped it, and asked again, "Where's the tavern?"

"What?" the brown-haired mouse asked, as if it hadn't heard.

Ruth yelled, "I said, where's the tavern?!"

What is a tavern?

"It's the place to drink, drink, gurgle, gulp, gulp—" Russ said, gesturing as he spoke, finally managing to get the ratman to point out a spot, only to find Olme walking back from beside a fallen two-headed ogre.

"Why don't you just ask someone on the street?"

"Why didn't you ask earlier!"

Annan looked completely innocent: "How would I have known there was a tavern here if I hadn't looked around first?"

Ruth, feeling sullen, walked towards the tavern.

Annan also walked towards the tavern, the two of them walking further and further away, then turning back at the same time—

"You've gone too far!"

"You're going the wrong way."

The two said in unison.

“Alright, let’s go to the tavern you asked about first.” Annan turned and walked towards Russ.

It's not unusual for such a large ratman's lair to have several taverns. Ruth thought to himself, "You're smart enough to know your place, otherwise I'd let you experience the pleasure of a lustful demon manipulating desires."

The tavern wasn't far away, and soon they saw a stilted shed where demons were constantly going in and out.

Annan stopped, his tone odd: "Are you sure you're asking about the tavern and not the toilet?"

"what happened?"

Annan remained silent, pointing to the outside of the shed, which was covered with dried excrement and bone fragments, and to the swarm of rats crouching under the shed, rustling as if waiting for their meal.

Ruth's expression changed, and he recalled his earlier gesture of drinking, realizing that the brown rat had led him here—

"vomit……"

Annan patted Russ on the back and asked with concern, "Did you not completely vomit up the High Priest's curse from before?"

Ruth pushed Annan's hand away, looked up and glared at him fiercely.

"lead the way!"

As darkness fell completely, the rat-man city-state was illuminated by sparse lights—the deeper one went, the more lights appeared.

While demons are often unreliable, at least they won't distort "where there's something to drink" into the destination being the toilet.

Following the direction of the Fallen Two-Headed Ogre's Finger, they passed through a narrow boardwalk and soon arrived at a cliffside tavern supported by the skeleton of a giant beast.

The clamor in the tavern and the shadowy figures were clearly visible from a hundred meters away, completely out of place with the atmosphere of the first level of the ratman's lair.

"To avoid any mistakes, once you're inside, you must follow my instructions. No matter what happens, if I raise my right hand, you must immediately quiet down."

"understood……"

"Just in case, which side is right?"

Annan asked the question very seriously, but Ruth heard it and felt that this new male succubus was challenging his position.

You've only been here a few days, but I've been fighting alongside Lady Biros since the Abyss!

“Succubus, your rescue of me from the camp does not mean I am your servant.”

Annan glanced around at the pairs of red eyes that had shone in the darkness, then leaned closer and whispered in Ruth's ear, "I just don't want to ruin Lady Biros's plans. I have one chance to fail, but you don't..."

Ruth's pupils flashed with a hint of struggle, but she still slowly and tremblingly raised her left hand.

Annan was glad he had asked that unnecessary question.

……

bang——

As Annan and Ruth arrived in front of the tavern, the door panel between their ribs was smashed open, flying backwards past Ruth's hair. The door panel and the outline of the person on it flew six or seven meters before crashing to the ground.

Just as one of the figures was about to get up, it was pulled down again by the other figure. The two demons, like brown bears, rolled and fought on the ground, getting closer and closer to the cliff. Then, as expected, they rolled down the cliff, becoming a demolition crew, smashing over countless shacks along the way and falling to the bottom.

Annan shook his head, not for the demons, but for the deeper rat-men "nobles"—let's call them that for now.

Who exactly thought of putting such important figures at the bottom of the hierarchy? Forget about an attack, if the rain were even slightly heavier, none of those nobles from the McKennen clan would be able to escape.

Speaking of which, the rainy season in the North seems to be approaching soon.

Soon, a reptilian demon with a row of dense legs ran out of the tavern, stood up, picked up the door panel, and looked at Annan and Ruth at the door.

Annan understood and strode into the tavern, after which the reptilian demon shoved the door back between its two ribs.

First, it's noisy; second, it's spacious.

The skeleton of the unknown behemoth was at least the size of an ancient dragon, with its ribcage alone having a diameter of nearly fifty meters, perfectly accommodating the two- or three-meter-tall size of a demon.

There were all sorts of demons, more than Annan had seen in the demon camp, and not just demons—other evil creatures, as well as the corrupted two-headed ogres and vampires he had seen outside earlier, were all here.

(End of this chapter)