Annan had accomplished his goal and could return at any time, but he wanted to stay a little longer and try his hand as one of the Gold Diggers.
Illymoyas's Dragon's Lair lacked a decent Sapphire. While he was at it, he could cement his unofficial title as champion Ratfolk hunter.
The next day, Annan returned to the Floating Platform. At his urging, Count Ulmit changed his plans and chose Sorlen Heights, the most prosperous city-state in the Kingdom's west, as their first destination.
"Brother, that place is crawling with Rats and Gold Diggers now..."
"Don't worry. They're the ones who should be worried."
To put Count Ulmit at ease, Annan showed him two Talismans: one belonging to Mr. Swaro, the other to Dean Breichim.
Besides, the advantage of being a Mage was that if one wanted to leave, it was hard for anyone to stop him.
Annan would be their main fighting force. He opened a Portal and brought in the hundred-strong Musketeer Corps led by Femi... That was all that remained.
After their evacuation from the Northern Frontier, many soldiers had settled among the locals, just as the residents had. Only three hundred elites had followed him to Shelter Harbor Town, and three months later, barely a hundred remained. But every one of them was a Centurion who had killed over a hundred Ratfolk.
"A group of ordinary people?" the Count asked skeptically.
"Think of them as Mages who can cast Arcane Missile over and over."
Count Ulmit looked at the Musketeers in their claw-scarred, graffiti-covered Plate Armor, gripping their unusual weapons, but offered no opinion.
Those Soldier alone were not enough to take them deep into the Violet Oldlands, so a hundred Greater Earth Elementals accompanied them, along with ten each of Water Elementals, Wind Elementals, and