A strange world

Chapter 731 Chapter 128. Shit stirrup

After spending half a day coaxing the Crimson Princess, it was time to solve the dilemma at hand.

Prioritize rescuing Lucy and Irene from the castle, and then whether it's revenge or escape, the initiative is in their hands.

"You maintain the status quo and I will find a solution."

Annan asked for a map from Dracula and went back to the dry well during the thunderstorm night.

It was difficult to see the direction underground, so Annan cast a spell to summon Alice after summoning Lemon.

Alice, who was having dinner with her father, was suddenly pulled away by the teleportation array. Mr. Schwaro was startled for a moment, then a cold look appeared on his face... He knew who took Alice away without even thinking about it.

Late at night, a warlock summoned his daughter away without any explanation...

Is this the first time, or is it just the first time I know?

"Alice, help me quickly..."

Annan commissioned Alice to use prophecy to locate the castle's location: about 25 miles away from the abandoned garden.

After sending Alice back, Annan returned along the original path.

About three hours later, he gradually approached the castle through a narrow and narrow passage.

A faint, rhythmic muffled sound echoed from the depths of darkness. At first Annan thought it was thunder coming from outside a hole similar to a dry well. As he got closer, the sound became clearer and crisper, like the sound of a pickaxe hitting a rock.

Annan put away the magic lamp and saw a ray of light seeping out of the dark passage that led to the depths...

The oil lamp was placed aside, and a cloaked silhouette dug into the rock wall with its butt raised.

Someone actually got there first...

"Lemon, disarm." Annan said softly.

This outline looks like a human from the back, but vampires are almost the same as humans...

Lemon approached silently, and when it was about twenty steps closer to the silhouette, Lemon was suddenly hit hard and exploded into a splash of water!

"lemon!"

Annan almost summoned Dean Blehim to smash this bastard to death, but the lemon suddenly condensed into an outline again.

Fatal wounds to humans are nothing to the four elements.

"Don't hold back, no matter life or death!"

Annan began to cast a spell, and in just three seconds, the portal to Liberty City would open.

"Annan?"

A familiar probing tone suddenly interrupted Annan's spellcasting.

"Centurion?"

Annan stared at the silhouette looking back. She was wearing a crow mask... To prove that it was herself, she took off the mask, revealing her brown-orange hair and the hideous scar that slid from her forehead to the corner of her mouth.

"Which centurion are you?" Annan stared at her.

There are only two centurions that I know: Breeze City and King Ruikan'er.

"What stupid words are you talking about? I am who I am." The centurion looked at Annan with emotion. He had not seen him for two years and he still looked the same, even more difficult to control. "You want to cause trouble for them too?"

"Who are they?" Annan said conservatively.

"Stop pretending, aren't you here for the vampires in the castle?" The centurion exposed him directly.

Annan did not deny it and looked at the hole about half a meter deep that was cut by the centurion: "What are you doing here?"

"Just like you, making trouble for them." There was no one else here. The centurion simply stopped wearing the mask and raised his eyebrows and said: "How about it, recruit, do you want to help me?"

If the centurion didn't say that, Annan would forget that he was also a scavenger. And once he thought about it, he remembered that from his escape to the founding of Free City to now, he had never received help from the scavengers, and they had even disappeared.

"Why should I help you? Have you ever helped me? I don't even have the idea of ​​establishing a scavenger in my Free City."

"We will build it this time! We will build it when we get back!" the centurion promised loudly.

"It's too late. Do you know how many Skaven my soldiers have killed?"

"How many?"

"Do you remember how many pieces of bread you have eaten?" Annan sneered.

The centurion was silent for a moment and sighed: "Annan, you shouldn't blame us. You know everything about the North... Then you probably don't know that almost all the scavengers in the North have died..."

Annan was stunned: "All...?"

"Yes, not only do we hate the Ratmen to the core, the Ratmen also hate me to the core."

Annan couldn't say any more words of blame, and he also remembered why no scavenger could take care of him after he went to Middle-earth.

"I know what the vampires and rat men are fighting for..." The centurion didn't want to take advantage of this and changed the subject.

"you know?"

"A passage leading to the Underdark appears in the Serens Mountains..."

"Where is the Underdark?"

The Centurion looked like he had seen the Rat Man: "How come you don't even know about the Abyss?"

"I knew this when you said it...so what does this have to do with vampires vs. ratmen?"

"In the year of turmoil, the barriers between planes have thickened, and it has become increasingly difficult to cross planes and worlds. Ratmen hope to find the Horned Rat through the abyss, and vampires want to find the lost place of their ancestors from the abyss."

"Why don't they unite? The passage shouldn't restrict race, right?"

"Can you cooperate with the Rat Men?" the Centurion asked, remembering who was standing in front of him, "Oh, you really can."

"But you have to know that if the human nobles are old antiques, the vampire nobles are the old stubborns among the old antiques. They would rather die than cooperate with the rat people. Plus, if we are involved in it, there is no chance of success until one of them dies!"

"So you are the troublemakers?"

"That's an awful thing to say."

"Which clan do those ratmen belong to?"

"Clan Steen."

Still an old friend.

But Maria is in the north, so you shouldn't be able to meet her this time.

"How long do you plan on digging?"

"It won't take long, there will be a secret passage leading to the castle..."

"Secret passage?"

"You don't think that going from the castle to the garden of your little sweetheart is just an accident, do you?"

"What a little sweetheart, she is almost five hundred years old!" Annan defended, "How come you know everything?"

"At least I don't know how you rescued the princess." The scavenger approached Annan, "Are you interested in revealing it?"

"I don't even know when the scavenger became an intelligence agent."

"They were all forced by the rat people. The rat people are well-informed, so we should be better informed than them." I am afraid that even if Annan asked Centurion how many hairs the rat people have, she would be able to tell him.

"How about it? Do you want to cooperate?"

Annan looked at the centurion and said thoughtfully: "What is your strength now?"

"Master, is that enough?"

Annan didn't know if she was telling the truth. After all, the master couldn't create so many clones... but it was always a good thing to have a trustworthy companion...

"Don't forget what you promised me." Annan said.

"Let the scavenger go to Liberty City? No problem, I will arrange it myself!" The centurion patted his chest.

"Don't say I'm taking advantage of you. There are many retired soldiers in Liberty City who have killed hundreds of ratmen. They are all excellent instructors."

"Mr. Annan is really gentle..." the centurion said softly.

Before Annan could show his disgust, the centurion retched and said, "Ugh, that's disgusting to say."