A strange world

Chapter 790 Section 21. Man holding a jar

Whoosh——

An arrow passed through the afterimage and penetrated into the head of a rat man.

Seeing the elf cutting in, Fermi no longer waited, took aim at the rat man on the slope with his magic musket, and pulled the trigger.

"Fire!"

The deafening sound of gunfire echoed over the low hills, announcing their arrival to the beings dozens of miles around.

The elves, who like silence by nature and hate noisy, frowned and exited the battlefield.

They knew the noise of magic guns, but they didn't know it would be so noisy when they get together...

Leaving the front line to the humans, they ran to the rear and cleaned up the ratmen who had circled to both sides.

Annan took one look and then focused on the soldiers.

Because it was their first battle, many recruits could not help but tremble and appeared to be in a hurry. There was also a soldier who somehow held his gun backwards, and when he was about to pull the trigger, he was kicked down on the spot by the patrolling centurion.

The bad news is that no matter how much training there is, without actual combat, something will always go wrong...

The good news is they have time to train new recruits into ruthless veterans.

Magic muskets are almost the natural enemy of the slave rats, and with the overwhelming force, the rat people cannot rush within fifty yards of the defense line.

The battlefield was clearly demarcated.

On one side of the battlefield, smoke was rising, and on the other side of the battlefield, rat corpses were everywhere.

After a few minutes, the gunfire began to subside, and the surrounding grasslands were temporarily cleared of rats.

The Hellfire Legion used no artillery, no attrition, and a comprehensive victory.

Overall, Annan is quite satisfied. The only two wounded were indirect injuries...one was too nervous while carrying ammunition and sprained his waist, and the other was kicked down by a centurion when he held the gun backwards, resulting in sprained hip bone.

But some veterans are less than satisfied. Because they had to move among the new recruits, they had no chance to shoot...

For example, Fermi took several centurions to clean up the battlefield and cause trouble for the scattered ratmen.

He quickly approached a dazed rat-man, and upon noticing the approaching human being, the rat-man bared its fangs and staggered towards him.

Fermi took out the loaded orichalcum gun and pulled the trigger.

Bang——

Very different from the magic gun, a dull gunshot sounded that shocked the soul.

"This thing is so powerful..." Fermi, who was already a professional, waved his wrist, feeling numb in his mouth.

He had no doubt that if he were still an ordinary person, his wrist would be broken on the spot when he pulled the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun would be raised to the sky.

As for the rat man who had withstood all the power... it felt like it was hit by a hammer, its chest was almost blown to pieces, and the scenery on the other side could be seen through the bloody and broken chest.

Unarmored enemies will be smashed to pieces, while heavily armored enemies will survive by luck.

After cleaning up the remaining ratmen, the goblins went out and began to clean up the battlefield and cut off the ears of the ratmen.

Femi is also helping, as is Broken Tooth.

"You don't have to be like this." Annan stopped the broken tooth that took the initiative to clean up, and said to it: "I know a word called convert fanaticism. Since a being betrays the original race, in order to show loyalty, he will treat the original race even more cruelly. Race... But I am not the kind of lord who only cares about profit, I believe you."

Broken Tooth expressed that he understood, and then continued to harvest the ears of the same kind...

Annan had no choice but to let it continue and asked the ghost that floated back: "Did you take the picture?"

The three-color ghost spinning in mid-air should mean "clearly".

After quickly cleaning the battlefield, the soldiers handed the bloody sacks to the mage for purification, and then threw them into the portal opened by Annan leading to the northern city wall.

Fermi came over with the statistical results: "Sir Annan, there are seven thousand three hundred and eighty in total."

"Less than expected."

"The number of rat-men should be seven thousand five hundred, and many of them have their ears smashed."

Annan looked into the distance and saw that the surrounding area was deserted for more than ten miles. Seeing how powerful they were and how few companions they had, the rat men from further away did not dare to come again.

They sort of robbed the neighbors on both sides of their military exploits, but they robbed them all anyway...

"Continue to spread out, spread out the rat men who are clearing this grassland, and light a fire to warn if there is danger."

No matter how fast the other coalition forces are, they will not be able to reach this grassland until evening. This is a good opportunity for them to grab heads.

Fermi warned the recruits, who were excited about the victory, not to take it lightly.

The current slave rat pack is the best rat pack to deal with, followed by the mixed rat pack...

The real trouble is not the elite rats hiding among the rats, but the rats with palms as big as carpets. They are endless and pervasive, rushing to bite like a tide. Even spellcasters can't do anything about them. Only the Archmage can drive away the rats. It is simply a miniature version of the rat tide.

The weather is good today. The clouds in the distance have not drifted here for the time being, and the visibility is very high.

The white dragon was patrolling in the air. Annan took a few people with him, climbed on the white dragon's back and continued to explore.

"Lord Annan, there is movement over there." Blom, who was on the dragon's back next to him, suddenly pointed to one side and shouted.

Annan looked around and saw a group of black dots chasing one black dot.

"What are they chasing?"

"Like a human being..."

"Drawing board man!"

On the other side, the painter on the dragon's back faced Annan and quickly sketched the scene there: a man holding a jar was avoiding the rat man's pursuit.

It was doubtful why a human would appear in a wilderness full of rat-men, but Annan still ordered: "Land down and save people."

The man staggered away from the rat man's pursuit. It seemed that he was unable to lift his legs due to exhaustion. He kicked off a piece of turf and fell forward. The jar in his arms was also knocked over, spilling some light-colored ashes.

The man screamed and got up, but instead of running away, he grabbed the ashes and the turf into the jar.

call--

A shadow suddenly fell from above his head. The man looked up in confusion and saw a white dragon carrying a knight swooping down, hitting the ground heavily, and holding three rat men under its claws.

Then several more white dragons landed and easily dispatched a dozen ratmen.

"Who are you?"

Annan sat on the dragon's back, staring down at the suspicious man.

"I... my caravan and I were attacked by ratmen and got separated..." the man said nervously, and suddenly got excited, "I have an important message. There are many ratmen in the north!"

"How many?"

This was exactly the information Annan needed.

"All over the mountains and plains!"

"I see."

Annan looked at the jar in the man's arms again.

He couldn't help hugging her tightly: "This...this is my wife's ashes!"

Annan's cheeks softened: "Don't worry, we are a coalition. If you go south along the grassland, you can see the Great Wall of the North for about 70 miles, and beyond it is the Central Plains."

"Take your family home."

"Thank you... thank you... without you, I would have entered the rat man's belly..."

The man thanked him repeatedly, held the urn in his arms, walked south step by step like a devout believer, and disappeared into a forest.

Going into the forest, the man sat down against the roots of a tree, then carefully opened the jar and fiddled with the gems hidden in the ashes...