A strange world

Chapter 340 Section 193. Royal Family Snow Mountain and Olmedo

"Don't we even have the courage to touch it?"

After Annan brought the news to Mr. Victor in the library, the young dragon-taming boy Elder said excitedly.

Before Annan said anything, Mr. Victor pointed to the wall: "Did you see that wall?"

"I saw it, teacher."

"Crash into it."

"I-I'm not stupid..."

"Brave Elder doesn't even have the courage to touch it?" Mr. Victor's temper did not change at all.

Annan thought that he would not be scolded for his question: "Mr. Victor, should we leave?"

"See that wall?"

"This metaphor is inappropriate." Annan replied immediately.

Victor threw a money bag to Annan and pointed to the wall again: "Take the money bag and hit it."

"I see……"

What Mr. Victor said was unpleasant to hear, but it made Annan's inner balance tend to shift a little bit.

"I'll find a way!"

With that said Annan ran out. Mr. Victor snorted coldly and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something.

Outside the library, Annan opened the money bag quickly. There were a few gold coins and dozens of silver coins inside... It seemed that Mr. Victor didn't have much money either.

Annan, who thought so, put the money into his pocket and hung the money bag on the doorknob.

The people of Xingyue Bay thought that the snow-capped mountains were just a vision and did not have much sense of crisis, so they all sent their regards to Annan.

After drinking the magic potion, Annan's magic power was barely enough to cast a low-level summoning spell.

Between contacting Snow Mountain and informing Olmedo, Annan chose the former: whether the Snow Mountain fortress could hold up would determine whether Annan wanted to move.

The portal opened, and a dark and crude cell emerged. The firelight reflected on the damp wall outside the iron bars.

The warden who was paying attention to the cell stood up and said with hostility: "Are you Annan Reeves?"

"Why is my man in the cell?"

The warden did not answer, but asked sharply: "Why did the rat tide run to the snowy mountains!!!"

Kerrian, who stayed in the Snow Mountain Fortress, said at this time: "They said we colluded with the rat people."

Annan did not see that Kerian was injured and ignored the warden's offense: "The portal can only be maintained for ten minutes, let the champion knight come."

The person who was assigned to guard Kerrian and the heavy Wanma was not an idiot. He called two guards and stood outside the cell staring at Annan.

"What's the situation in the fortress now?" Annan asked.

"...The demonic tide broke out, and the rat men were let in by you."

"Do demonic tides often break out?"

"...never has it been this intense."

So demons and ratmen have indeed united...

At this time, the sound of armor clashing sounded, and a strong silhouette and familiar figure wearing silver armor appeared outside the cell.

"Annan...you are finally willing to show up."

Annan smelled a question from these words, and Brinor Janna frowned: "Do you have any opinions about the Twelve Kings of the North?"

"Until he explains it, yes."

"The one who betrayed you was the royal family, not me."

There were five minutes left in the portal, and Annan spent two minutes briefly telling what happened in the Kingdom of Rekaner and their despicable conspiracy.

"I trust you."

Brinor Janna said before the champion knight spoke, stretched out his hands to open the iron bars, and stepped into the cell.

"You guys can't hold it anymore?"

"In the past, we could have beaten the demon back into the abyss." Brinor Janna's hoarse tone became colder and colder, "But our backs were sold by those eggless nobles!"

There were two minutes left in the portal, and Annan stopped laying the groundwork: "I suggest you abandon the defense line of the Kingdom of Ruikan'er."

Doesn’t the royal family want to rise from the ashes? Then let's see if the rat people and demons can extinguish your new flame... As long as the Snow Mountain Fortress holds on to the defense lines of the Dimon Kingdom and the Orcas Empire, only the northern part of the kingdom will fall.

As for the northern part of the kingdom turning into purgatory... it's already here.

"We are knights."

The champion knight spoke the third sentence.

"You are as stupid as the royal family." Annan was too lazy to maintain etiquette. "Did you see that wall? If you hit it, you will get the same result."

"The meaning of the Snow Mountain Fortress is to protect. When the protection of the Kingdom of Ruikan'er's front is no longer meaningful, we will go to guard other fronts. Do you want the Kingdom of Dimon and the Orcas Empire to become the Kingdom of Ruikan'er?"

The champion knight fell silent, and the portal was no longer stable.

"Krian, I will contact you tomorrow. They decided to let go of the defense line of the Kingdom of Ruikan and continue to follow them. They decided to hold on and come back. Brinor Janna, I hope you can take Tasia with you by then. With her people.

"I know."

Brinor Janna gave Annan, the King of the North, face and extended an invitation: "What about your territory?"

The portal begins to become unstable.

"I'm thinking of a way to migrate..."

"You can come to the snow mountain."

Annan was a little moved, but still refused the invitation: "My abilities can only be used in places where humans gather."

"Your body is-" Brinor Janna wanted to say something else, but the disappearing portal left her words on the snowy mountain.

Annan is waiting for the good news from Snow Mountain. Those who defend the demonic tide are all elites. There may be some idiots, but there are more smart ones. But if they really wanted to stop the demonic tide for the sake of the so-called "chivalry" and forcibly reduced the Rekaner Kingdom to scorched earth... Annan wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

He can only protect those he can protect.

He continued to pour the magic potion into his mouth, and an hour later, Annan opened the portal to Breeze City.

After Annan finished talking about the royal family, snow-capped mountains and migration, Olmedo actually agreed with Annan’s departure, contrary to his imagination:

"First, your inventions, spinning machines, magic images, newspapers, and muskets will make more money if you put them in the south. Some people will hate you, and some will welcome you. You can get more from there than in Xingyue Bay. Great support and future, and your experience and your accumulation will allow you to quickly build a town there that is more prosperous than Xingyue Bay."

"Two, Wilhelm is Middle-earth, the cradle of mankind. There are towns next to each other, floating cities, arcane cities, and the Temple Church. It is a real prosperous place and a real typhoon shelter."

Annan vaguely recalled a sentence from a long time ago: The Ruikan'er Kingdom's front line has resisted the demonic tide for hundreds of years, and the demon has never let the demon step even half a step across the ridge of the snow-capped mountains.

Now the demons and rat men have joined together, and the snowy mountains can no longer stop them.

What about Wilhelm?

"Three, please..."

Olmedo's eyebrows suddenly lost their sharpness, and even his blond hair shawl became much softer, like a strong commander turning into a sad girl. "The North is going to turn into purgatory. I don't want my people and... my only friend to die here."

Annan's troubled thoughts gradually calmed down: "But I don't know anything about China."

"Mr. Swaro of the Mage Tower is from Wilhelm."

Olmedo opened the drawer and threw a teleportation scroll to Annan.

"Come here yourself."