Chapter 838 Section 69 Broken Tooth's Fantastic Journey

Chapter 838 Section 69. Broken Tooth's Fantasy Journey

Annan told Broken Tooth a story called "The Ugly Duckling":

Once upon a time, there was an ugly duckling who lived with ducklings. The ducks laughed at it for being ugly and big, and different from them. The ugly duckling was sad and anxious, but it didn't know that it was actually a white swan. When it grows up, all the ducks will marvel at its beauty.

"You are different from other ducks... no, other ratmen. Insidious is their motto, and meanness is their style of doing things."

"When I was a child, I also secretly gnawed my neighbor's legs..."

"What? I'm just a metaphor. Your future has changed the day you joined Liberty City. Believe in yourself, just like I believe in you."

The emotion Broken Tooth felt when he heard these words was indescribable, just like the ratman who listened to the oracle of the Horned Rat.

Since then, Broken Tooth has firmly become a fanatic of Annan, practicing his will and believing in him as the Horned Rat -

So Broken Tooth is no longer satisfied with being a ratman hiding in the basement in the Hell Mountain Camp.

Broken Tooth wants to find his own way.

It does a hundred times more outside than in Hell Mountain.

For example, now, relying on the fat and strong body raised in Liberty City, Broken Tooth squeezed out of the basement and came to the camp.

The camp was full of elite rats and slave rats, but no wild rats. Since they found that the ratmen taken away by wild rats were bigger than some rolling stones, the musketeers always focused their fire on the wild rats. No wild rats approached the camp alive, so they simply gave up attacking Hell Mountain.

The rats in the camp had no desire to attack. A few of them were drilling into the basement, and most of the slave rats lowered their heads to gnaw on the corpses of their own kind, lying on the bloody hillside and swallowing minced meat.

Broken Tooth took advantage of the fact that no rats were paying attention to it, picked up the armor of the dead elite rats in the camp, and put on the intact ones on himself.

The ratmen had no forging ability, and they couldn't afford to supply millions of sets of armor, so the elite rat armor simply forged with crude iron was very fragile, between leather armor and fine iron, and even magic muskets could penetrate it.

As Broken Tooth found a good helmet, he pulled out the broken head inside and put it on. With his strong body, anyone would think it was an elite rat.

After dressing himself up, Broken Tooth began to squeeze down the mountain.

When passing the bloody hillside, a rat was lying on the bloody hillside, eating and mumbling: "Mom, I won't go home for dinner today. Oh, you are here too."

You can't go back in the future. Broken Tooth thought.

But when leaving Hell Mountain, perhaps because it was too conspicuous against the current, Broken Tooth was caught by the war guards and taken to a camp at the foot of the mountain where guards were stationed and the tribal war flag was erected.

"Lord Gray Rat, the deserter rat was caught!" The war guards and the rat priests reported loudly.

"I am Lord Gray Rat's scout, I want to go back to report to Hell... Gray Mountain Range has been captured!" Broken Tooth screamed.

"Troublesome Stunn thing... Get out..." The war guards did not doubt him.

It is not known whether it is a blind spot left over from when the Great Horned Rat was still there or whether they are too disdainful to do so. In any case, no human has yet tricked the rat people into sniffing out intelligence, and the rat people have no defense against this.

Coming out of the camp easily, Broken Tooth remembered the pattern of the flying rat flag and moved towards the direction of the Great Wall in the north.

Broken Tooth followed Fermi to look at the defense map of the Or Empire, and it followed the rat tide to the nearest direction, like a small boat in the sea.

Broken Tooth moved quickly, and when night fell, it rushed to the first defense - the top of the mountain was silent, and the rat tide passed by here without any agreement.

This line of defense has fallen.

Without wasting time climbing up, Broken Tooth gave up going to other lines of defense - even Hell Mountain was almost lost, and those human things could not withstand the rat tide.

It went straight to the newly built Great Wall in the north, which might still be stubbornly defending.

At a certain moment, Broken Tooth, covered with silver moon, mixed in the rat tide, raised his head and saw a mountain peak flashing the last ray of magic light.

This mountain is one of the lines of defense, and it looks like it has just fallen...

Broken Tooth followed the sparse rats and climbed to the top of the mountain.

Everywhere were ratmen and their creepy eating sounds.

It was too late.

Broken Tooth looked back at the direction of Hell Mountain, where it was silent...Maybe the Northern Great Wall thought that Hell Mountain had fallen.

Just then, Broken Tooth vaguely caught a faint breath from under his feet. He lowered his head and just met a pair of terrified eyes.

"Are you a survivor?" Broken Tooth asked in the common language.

The human hiding under the rat corpse widened his eyes.

It glanced around and lowered its voice: "I am a soldier from Liberty City. Come out, the ratmen will 'clean up the battlefield', and they will eat you while you are alive."

"If I come out, they will eat me too..." A childish voice sounded.

"I said you are my backup food."

Broken Tooth pulled him out, but he didn't expect that the survivor was actually a boy of only five or six years old.

Broken Tooth still had the indifference of a ratman in his bones. He was indifferent and found a helmet for the boy to wear.

Because of the peculiar smell and meat in the helmet, the boy retched and attracted the attention of several ratmen.

"Get out of here! The human stuff is mine!"

Broken Tooth drew out his long sword and killed the nearest rat as a demonstration.

The other ratmen retreated in fear, while Broken Tooth stripped the wizard robe of a human corpse nearby and put it on the boy, carrying him on his shoulders and going down the mountain without looking back.

Behind Broken Tooth, several ratmen pounced on the still warm corpse of their companion.

...

The boy's name was Li Te. He said that he sneaked out with his uncle and wanted to kill the ratmen... but they all died.

"They say that the ratmen are all bad and the ratmen are weak. Why are you not bad and the ratmen are not weak?" Li Te, wearing a mage robe and a helmet, sat on Broken Tooth's shoulders, with a smile on his face. Tears, blood and flesh foam.

They followed the rat tide southward,

"The rat people are indeed bad, but I am not bad. The rat people are indeed weak, but they are not weak when they stand together."

"I don't understand……"

"Have you ever stepped on an ant?"

"Um……"

Liteuk was still a child and seemed unable to understand the meaning of death. He only thought that his uncle and his friends had gone to another place with the rat men. His attention was quickly drawn to something of interest.

He said that he had used fire, water, poking with wooden sticks, stepping on them, and even caught other bugs to watch them fight...

For children, the ground is always closer than the sky.

"Are ants scary?"

Lite shook his head: "Even I can kill them."

"What if you were surrounded by ants?"

"Surrounded?" Lee Teuk couldn't imagine that scene.

"You wake up one morning and find that your room, floor, ceiling, walls, windows, and doors are covered in ants."

Leeteuk hugged Broken Tooth's helmet tightly in fear.

"You're different from them, right?"