Chapter 92, The Rat’s Gift
What was unexpected was that when faced with such a scene, White Rat not only did not interrupt.
He even pushed back the temple guards who had gathered around him.
This ordinary white mouse, already old and stooped, is holding a simple wooden stick in its hand.
Steps were taken.
Now that the rat war has stopped, he is here.
He strode towards the Mouse Zhan, who was building momentum in front of him, as if he was about to take that crucial step and become a hero.
There was a brief pause, and Mouzhan looked at each other.
White Rat did not wait for Rat Zhan's attack, even in the midst of his unabashed humiliation.
Sarcasm and ridicule appeared on the white rat's face.
Arrogance, naked arrogance, but when the white rat did all this, no rat man present felt that it was wrong.
Because this is indeed a white rat, something their rat-man high priest can do.
At this moment, things have already come to an end. The Spear of Divine Punishment was taken away from Shu Zhan's hand. When Shu Zhan was stunned and made no movement, there was already a result.
But it brought solemn silence among the senior priests who stood there.
Maybe it's something like a beast?
The white mouse climbed up the stairs leading to the altar, and the spear with a faint golden light was placed respectfully beside the altar.
It became a highly regarded divine object.
At this moment, even if Shu Zhan did not lower his head, he could only look up to the white mouse.
Raising his head and looking up at the white rat standing high in front of the altar, Rat Zhan firmly held the battle flag in his hand.
The look in his eyes turned into a deeper hidden haze.
The momentum that pushed him to cross the limits of mortals has not faded. Even today, or any day as long as the white rat is still around, Rat Zhan will never be able to become the real protagonist in the rat kingdom.
A low murmur.
"You won't be here forever, White Rat."
Looking at the white mouse in front of me that can never be crossed.
Waving the battle flag, as if nothing was wrong, Rat Zhan led the rat warlord and his own bodyguards out of the arena and joined the standing senior priests.
But what no one noticed was that at this time, Shu Zhan had already completed his transformation in a subtle way.
He is already a hero.
This huge sacrifice continues.
The sacrifices were pushed onto the altar one by one, the heads were cut off and pushed into the lake of blood, and the devout prayers were accompanied by the mourning of the sacrifices, but these were not the main point.
When a stone slab engraved with dense patterns was carefully delivered by a large number of temple guards.
It was taken over by the white rat in front of the altar.
At this moment, the sacrifice reached its climax!
The arrogant and arrogant white rat knelt down piously at this moment, raised his hands high, almost tremblingly, and tried hard to raise the slate in his hands high.
No Skaven takes this more seriously than he does, and he has been deprived of his glory for too long.
He would not be afraid of the rising rat war, the long claws chosen by the gods, or the wild boar men raging in the lush forest.
The only thing he was afraid of was that the gods were no longer willing to look at him!
There is no text on this small stone slab, but the exquisite patterns are inscribed on it with almost everything it wants to express.
Inscribed on the entire stone slab are almost all the things that as a member of the Thirteen Rat Men, they will offer to the gods, what they will do for the gods, and how they will dedicate themselves.
Among them, there is nothing God wants to do.
The gods have never promised the rat people, but the white rats regard the entire rat race as lowly gravel and pray to the gods for acceptance.
Fanatical shouts.
"Great God! I will present you with a stone tablet and a contract here!"
The senior priests present at the top of the Rat Man Empire also knelt down together at this moment.
At this moment, there was almost no difference between these old rat men and the young guys outside the temple.
But there was no fanatic shouting.
Silent, like a group of nervous children waiting for praise.
Among them, the white rat holding the stone slab high was the most uneasy, fearful and uneasy.
Waiting for the gaze of God.
But this time, Du Yuan didn't make the white rat wait. In other words, what they didn't know was that Du Yuan had even come to the world of the family a long time ago for this sacrifice.
The White Rat's preparations, the gathering of young rat priests, the kneeling Big Claw priests, the slave rats, the confrontation and dispute between the Rat Zhan and the White Rat, and the scene of being promoted to a hero, were all watched by Du Yuan In the eyes.
But Du Yuan didn't change anything.
A steady stream of power of faith appeared along with the praying rat men, and turned into a wave and poured towards Du Yuan.
Now Du Yuan is no longer as unable to withstand the surge of huge power of faith as he was when he was just anchored.
The power of faith that turned into waves was easily consumed by him, but on a whim, Du Yuan had already figured out what to do with the power of faith.
But before that, he needs to make a small appearance.
In a soft golden light that appeared out of thin air, the stone slab in the white mouse's hand disappeared instantly.
After a brief pause, the uncontrollable ecstasy emerged from the white mouse.
He finally, he finally, he finally got God's response again.
I fell to my knees, but the love kept coming, but why were the tears shed first?
The white rat started wailing on the altar without warning.
What's just funny is that even though the tears kept pouring out of his eyes, even in the midst of howling, this old white mouse still carefully wiped away the tears dripping from his eyes, not letting them fall. A drop fell on the altar of the god in front of me.
Both hands alternately wiped the tears from his eyes, crying and laughing.
Even Du Yuan shook his head in amusement when watching this scene.
The White Rat is indeed the most devout ratman in the ratman kingdom.
Think about it.
A soft light fell towards the white rat who was crying and laughing in front of the altar.
This is Du Yuan's special reward, although I don't know if the white mouse will be satisfied.
In the soft light, there is neither the blessing of power nor the rush of knowledge.
Only in that light, the disturbed wind suddenly appeared, like a pair of big hands gently patting the head of a white mouse.
But this is the best for white mice.
Staring blankly in the direction where the light was hanging down.
This is the best gift, this must be the best gift!
When the light dissipated, the white rat had recovered from the gaffe of crying and laughing, and returned to its unsmiling appearance again.
Everything that just appeared seemed like an illusion.
But obviously, no rat man would laugh at the white rat's gaffe without opening his eyes, and there probably wouldn't be any intention to ridicule him.
So what if the white rat loses its temper?
That ray of light represents the gift of the gods. If losing your temper means you can get the gift of the gods, then it doesn't matter if you roll around.
Undisguised envy appeared on the faces of all the rat priests present.
He bowed his head and prayed devoutly.
The white rat thinks he has got the best.
But the gift given by the gods to the rat people is not over yet.