Chapter 425 Mosquito Butcher
"You're awake now. How do you feel about your hangover?"
When Davian opened his eyes in a daze, a thick arm handed him a kettle. Judging from the knotted muscles and black and blue tattoos on it, 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 iron fan-like hand to slap it, and muttered in Dwarf language, "Leave me alone, pointy ears, and keep drinking."
The mosquito aimed at the right moment, intending to pierce the dwarf's exposed skin with its finger-long tail spikes at such a speed that an afterimage 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 Skaven?"
Damian nodded, pulled out a map and pointed at a location above for Davian to watch, "The advance team had previously tried to clear out the Ratmen north of the Sky City. I was responsible for this action. To be honest, I didn't know it at the time. I don’t know how many rats fled to the north, but I just killed them for about a hundred kilometers along the Sky City, and then I chose to withdraw after using up all the ammunition.”
"Logically speaking, it shouldn't be so peaceful. Although there are many rats that have fled to the north, under the focus of attention, a large number of plague priests and clan leaders have been chopped into pieces. These rats lack clear commanders, and according to the rats According to their habits, without the pressure of the 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 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 have the tracking ability like the Sotek Sect, so you said a correct nonsense." Davian complained and turned to thinking 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 for a new world environmental study."
"This is just a short-term peace, you know." Davian was not in the mood to chat too much with Augsger, both of whom were magic swordsmen of the Alfonso faction.
He has a much better relationship with Augusg than Teclis, and of course this is also because the Second Demon Swordsman has given him a lot of care in Savrei.
"I think so." Augsger stopped his observational gaze as a scholar and returned to his identity as a warrior of the Sword Master of 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 Zhongho has left traces in the jungle, and I tried to analyze it."
"what's the result?"
"Obviously this magical aura contains mysterious power that I don't know about. I speculate that it may be the divine power of the Great Horned Rat that the rat people believe in. The aura mixed with magic and divine power simulates the form of pheromones 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 was not worth mentioning, but he still explained it truthfully,
"Our research on the physiology of the ratmen is still very basic. The several ratmen we captured have been transported to the White Tower of Hoth. However, according to the usual habits of the Archmage Council, we want to analyze clearly what the pheromones secreted by the ratmen express. I mean, it might take a lot of time."