Chapter 425 Mosquito Butcher
"Are you awake? How do you feel about being hungover?"
When Davian opened his eyes in a daze, a thick arm handed over the kettle. Judging from the black and green tattoos, it must be Damian.
Davian took the kettle, and the thirst caused by excessive drinking made him quickly drink up the full liter of water.
Following the purring sound, the Dragon Prince wiped the water stains around his mouth with his hand and looked at the surrounding situation.
He was now on a logistics carriage, and the soft touch coming from below indicated that there should be something like food under the tarp.
The dense jungle covers the sky, and from time to time there are the chirping of birds and the buzzing of insect wings. It is obvious that they have left the city in the sky, which is almost in ruins.
"How many kilometers have we traveled?" Davian didn't pay attention to how long he slept. The adjutant must have arranged everything. Although he was tricked by Damian, it would not affect the next action.
"One hundred and twenty kilometers, why is Agrim sleeping better than you? He was still snoring, but you woke up." Damian pointed to a carriage behind him and found that it was indeed a familiar dwarf butcher.
The war mourners of Butcher's Castle raised their heads to the sky and kept making thunderous calls. A mosquito seemed to be attracted by it, or perhaps wanted to taste the fresh blood from the old world, vibrating its wings towards the snoring Ah. Grim flew away.
Agrim seemed to feel a mosquito hovering around his head. He stretched out his hand like an iron fan to swat at it, and muttered in Dwarf language, "Leave me alone, pointy ears, and keep drinking." The mosquito aimed at it
. At the right time, he planned to use the finger-long tail spikes to pierce the dwarf's exposed skin, and his speed was so fast that afterimages appeared.
One hand pinched the mosquito's body, and with unconscious force, the mosquito with a slightly tough carapace turned into a pancake in Agrim's hands.
After unconsciously gaining the title of Mosquito Butcher of the New World in his dream, Agrim turned over and continued to snore.
Seeing this scene, Davian couldn't help but sweat broke out on his forehead. This dwarf was really interesting. Even in his dreams, he never forgot his original intention of coming to the new world. He killed a rare swamp mosquito. Maybe he should be called that in the future. Is he a mosquito butcher?
As the person in charge of the rendezvous operation with the Lizardman Legion, Davian did not continue to rest on the carriage. After using a sobering spell on himself, he asked Damian, "Didn't you encounter any enemies along the way?" To the rat people?"
Damian nodded, pulled out a map and pointed at a location above for Davian to watch, "The advance team has tried to clear out the rat people north of the Sky City before. I am responsible for this action. To be honest, I didn’t even know how many rats fled to the north at that time. Anyway, I just killed them for about a hundred kilometers along the Sky City and used up all the ammunition before I chose to withdraw." "Logically speaking, they shouldn’t be so calm, even though they were scurrying
. There are many rats coming to the north, but under the focus of attention, a large number of plague priests and clan leaders were chopped into pieces. These rats lack a clear commander. According to the habits of rats, without the oppression of a commander , they prefer to find some food to fill their always hungry stomachs, rather than in this situation."
As he spoke, Damian pointed to a place in the distance and motioned for Davian to look over.
Ripples appeared on the surface of a lake from time to time. Insects that could not be called mayflies looked at the size. Davian speculated that they were piranhas that were very common in Lustria and were half a meter long. This discovery made Davian frown. You must know that the nature of rat people is to fill their stomachs. Without the pressure of a commander, this matter will be more obvious, but why would these rats give up the food that is readily available and choose Hiding the trajectory of the action.
"What do you think?" Davian regretted it after asking. Asking Damian what he thought of military operations would only get one answer.
And Damian's answer was not unexpected. He laughed for a while while walking, and said what he thought was a perfect tactic, "These rats must be afraid of us, so they have even given up their desire for food. At this time, we should Chase and kill all these rats. Believe me, this is definitely the most correct way." "
You are right, but the prerequisite is to find these rats, and we don't seem to be tracking the Sotek sect. Ability, so you said the right nonsense." Davian complained, and then thought about how to deal with this matter.
The original plan was to divide the troops into three groups to clear out the ratmen along the way. He, Damian, and Ogusg would use magic to locate each other's positions, and they would meet up every once in a while.
But from the looks of it, it seems that the plan is not going as expected.
To be on the safe side, he chose to give up the communication with Damian. Instead, he found the second magic swordsman Ogusgo and said hello first, "Your Excellency Ogusgo, I hope you can adapt to the atmosphere of Caledor's army."
Augsger, who was recording the habits of creatures along the way, turned his head and saw Davian. He couldn't help but laugh for a while, "If the weapons and armor were replaced by pens and robes, I would even think you invited me to Lustria, right?" Prepare to conduct a research project on the environment of the new world."
"This is just a short period of peace, you know." Davian was not in the mood to chat too much with Ogusgo. Both of them are magic swordsmen of the Alfonso sect. .
He has a much better relationship with Augusg than Teclis, and of course this is also because the Second Magic Swordsman has given him a lot of care in Sulfrui.
"I think so." Augsger stopped his observational gaze as a scholar and returned to his identity as a warrior of the Sword Master Hoth. His eyes and tone became sharper, "I have been paying attention to the traces of the rat men along the way. The magical aura unknown to the White Tower of Zhonghe left traces in the jungle. I tried to analyze it." "
What was the result?"
"Obviously this magical aura has a mysterious power that I don't know about. I speculate that it may be The great horned rat's divine power that the rat people believe in, mixed with magic and divine power, simulates the pheromone form that the rat people are most familiar with." Augsger paused for a moment. For the second-ranking magic swordsman, trying to analyze magic but finding nothing is a big deal. It was not worth mentioning, but he still explained it truthfully,
"Our research on the physiology of the ratmen is still very basic. Several ratmen captured before have been transported to the White Tower of Hoth. However, according to the usual habits of the Archmage Council, It may take a lot of time to understand clearly what the pheromones secreted by the rat men mean."
(End of this chapter)