Chapter 138, the drama begins, crossing the past priest
The undercurrent has emerged.
The blood mushroom that suddenly appeared did not explode like thunder in the outpost.
Eerily peaceful.
But this calm was just the brief calm on the eve of the storm.
The senior rat priests in the outpost received the news as soon as possible.
The disbelief was followed by boundless excitement.
Does the arrival of the blood mushroom mean that God's favor and blessing will also come here?
This would change their awkward status.
Outpost, the only city in the Skaven Kingdom besides the Underground Rat City where a large number of senior Skaven priests gather.
The loser in the power struggle.
The old man who is unable to climb any higher.
There are also those rural geniuses who have been living in the outpost since they were born and awakened, and have been promoted here.
They came here voluntarily, forced, or simply had no choice.
Even though the outpost serves as a gateway to a barren mountain range, there's nothing lacking here.
But a label was still firmly attached.
From that outpost.
And was ridiculed by the rat priests of the underground rat city.
This is a label that cannot be torn off.
The chain of discrimination exists almost everywhere in the Skaven Kingdom and is reflected in every aspect.
The priests of the Big Claw were ridiculed by the normal priests, the priests born among the rat warriors were ridiculed by the priests born among the young rat men, and the priests of the outpost were looked down upon by the priests of the underground rat city.
There are two types of priests at the bottom of the despised chain of rat priests.
One is the big claw priest.
The second is the warrior priest who was pushed out of the underground rat city.
Both of them are at the bottom of the contempt chain. It stands to reason that the two parties should be able to get along better.
But wrong.
Even the humblest warrior priest.
He will not give up every opportunity to retaliate with the most vicious ridicule to the Great Claw Priests.
Even if everyone is prostrate before the gods, even if everyone chants the name of the gods in the same way.
Now, blood mushrooms are beginning to sprout in the outpost.
Still in that small temple with a rather awkward position.
In a hurry, a stage has been set up.
A force hidden in the darkness stepped onto the stage in a hurry
The birth of the blood mushroom was not allowed.
The blood mushroom was born in the small temple, in this outpost, and appeared outside the underground rat city.
This is not allowed.
………….
Outpost, in the underground tunnel.
A young rat-man priest led a few slave rats, moving forward nervously and excitedly.
behind him.
Several slave rats struggled to carry a pale boar body.
On the corpse's chest.
A blood-red mushroom sprouts.
A blood mushroom that has just sprouted and has not even been fully born.
Logically speaking, such a blood mushroom should not be touched, but at this time, the excited young priest even carried its base and the relatively fresh corpse of the wild boar as a sacrifice. come over.
Running in this underground tunnel.
A hasty decision.
But he was stared at, and the flame on the yellow candle lit up the darkness that could not illuminate it.
A pair of scarlet eyes lit up.
Unnoticed.
As the young and reckless priest stepped through this darkness.
A short green blade appeared from the darkness.
In just one moment, the killing was completed.
The expression on the face of this nervous and excited young priest did not change.
Falling to the ground with a crash.
On his neck, a trace of blood appeared.
Black turbid blood flowed out.
The commotion broke out among the slave rats present.
The quilboar corpses were abandoned, trying to escape.
But the slender figure didn't give them a chance.
Soon after, this underground tunnel returned to silence.
Bodies lay scattered on the ground.
The germinated blood mushrooms from the quilboar corpses were removed.
The slender figure disappeared into the darkness.
Not long after, a group of well-equipped slave rats arrived here, but apart from the corpses on the ground, the only thing they saw was the pale body of a wild boar man.
They took the pale quilboar corpse and left.
Soon after, a meeting was held at the outpost.
The senior priests from all the outposts gathered together in one place.
The topics discussed are also very simple.
That's what they were going to do, the guy hiding in the darkness took away the first blood mushroom that sprouted in the small temple.
All of a sudden, the appearance of the blood mushroom changed from a fact to a fact that could not be verified at any time.
But it didn't have any effect.
He still underestimated these senior rat priests.
Able to rise from numerous rat-man priests and become a senior rat-man priest.
Even if it can only be relegated to the outpost.
But it cannot be underestimated.
Without much hesitation, the rat priests in the outpost completed the vote.
Even those guys who often fought with each other and couldn't let go of their grudges reached a consensus at this moment.
They want blood mushrooms to bloom in the small temple.
anyway.
Not for anyone else, but for yourself, and because the benefits of doing so are overwhelming.
A large number of slave-catching teams were mobilized.
Displayed in the small temple, the slaves who were originally stored were also pushed onto the altar of the small temple.
An old senior rat-man priest came to the small temple in person and knelt down in front of the altar of gods that was replicated one-to-one. He imitated the appearance of the white rat and knelt down before the altar of gods.
Each slave was pushed onto the altar and beheaded in the movements of the slave-catching team.
But these guys are not professional temple guards after all.
It is simply not comparable to the temple guards.
This process became particularly bloody, especially when dealing with some sacrifices with hard scales.
Under the rough movement, blood splattered everywhere.
Many of them even fell on the replica of the altar of the gods, interrupting the kneeling of the old rat-man priest.
Furious.
In an instant, his eyes turned red and his face became distorted.
The slave rat, who was still executing the sacrifice, stiffened under this ferocious gaze.
But fortunately, the old rat-man priest quickly looked away.
In that exaggerated expression.
He threw himself down on the altar in front of him and wiped the blood on the altar with his mottled fur.
Everyone can see that the old priest's mental state is not right.
In fact, this is indeed the case.
That's why he was brought out to preside over all this in this temple.
In the recent sacrificial ceremony, this old guy was almost dragged to the altar by a white mouse and made a sacrifice.
Because he also tried to perform divine magic in the sacrificial ceremony of the great god.
At the beginning of the liquidation, the old guy collapsed to the ground in unbearable condition.
But he survived and was not sent to the altar as a sacrifice.
Because he failed the first time he guided the magic.
And he looked so miserable as he collapsed on the ground.
He is not even qualified to be used as a sacrifice.
He saved a life.
But at the same time, he also became a little crazy after returning to the outpost.
Carefully wipe off the blood stained on the altar of the god.
So careful, but nothing happened.
In front of the altar, his expression changed, he cried and laughed.
But what no one saw was that there was such sadness in his eyes.
Looking at the huge rat-man statue with a blurry face in front of him.
Those idiots thought he was crazy, but he would rather he was crazy.
Maybe you can feel more calm about being crazy.
But only he himself knows.
He is not crazy at all! He has never been crazy!
A low murmur, in that indescribable sadness.
His faith was simply shaken.
In that grand sacrifice, in front of the shadow of the god, under the gaze of the god.
The magic gathered in his hand suddenly dissipated.
Finally there was no escape.
His faith was shaken.
His shaky faith no longer supports his use of powerful magic, and even the use of ordinary madness techniques is a little slow.
In this way, the disintegrating magic saved his life.
He returned to the outpost in a daze.
Perhaps faith has already begun to waver.
But it shouldn't be, it really shouldn't be.
Obviously for so many years, he has always knelt down before the gods devoutly.
Great pain came over me.
Kneel down and worship in this temple that he single-handedly built.
Yes, this little temple that stands in the outpost was erected under his leadership as his most important achievement.
It also served as the palace he built to practice his faith.
Back then, he had just been promoted to senior priest and voluntarily left the Underground Rat City.
As the only senior priest who voluntarily left the Underground Rat City and came to this outpost.
At that time, he was still so young, and everything went smoothly.
From a young ratman to a young priest, from a young priest to a senior priest.
Then he finally set foot on the road to the outpost resolutely.
I want to prove my ideas, because I can't stand the ugly faces of those old guys in the temple of the underground rat city.
With devout faith in God.
He came to this outpost.
At that time, the outpost was not as prosperous as it is today, everything was so barren, and he was the first senior ratman priest to arrive at the outpost.
It can be said that everything in the outpost was built under his witness.
It wasn't until the second expedition, until those rat warlords began to sweep away the lush forests, slave-catching teams began to appear, and a large amount of blood mushrooms flowed into this outpost.
Everything started to improve gradually.
He is no longer young.
He had spent most of his life in this desolate outpost.
Spend time in this city that is not noticed by the gods.
Until everything gets better.
In this city that is not noticed by the gods.
Involuntarily, a little confusion appeared.
It was at that time that he made a decision.
He wants to be blessed by the gods, he wants to be watched by the gods!
Construction of a small temple began at this outpost.
Everything went smoothly until the official start of construction, and a simple but significant temple was opened.
At least the Rat Man, who was not that old at that time, felt that the small temple opened in the outpost was of great significance.
This is the Rat Man's second temple of gods!
This was an opportunity he had accumulated for most of his life.
On the day when the small temple was completed, he excitedly stayed in the small temple and waited.
Waiting for whatever blessing may come.
But nothing was expected.
Nothing is expected!
He was confused, but felt that he was not doing well enough.
He began to offer sacrifices in the temple where the god did not cast his gaze.
But there was no waiting.
The pyramid built by white rats has been completely reproduced in this small temple.
Didn't wait.
The patterns of the gods were engraved by him on the entire temple, on every wall and every free space.
But there was no waiting.
It was at this time that the old priest began to go extreme.
Because, all those attempts, all those attempts, were fruitless, and the gods never cast their sights.
In his extreme rage, he carved a statue with his own hands, a huge rat-man statue with a vague face that was only half-finished and stood in the small temple.
The statue was carved by his own hands.
The engraving is not finished.
Stopped by the white rat.
He arrogantly wanted to carve the image of a god, the image of a god that he expected.
It was at this time.
Faith was shaken.
He is gradually accepting this result.
Time passed, and he was almost getting old.
Until not long ago, at that grand priest ceremony, he witnessed the rat war receiving the blessing with his own eyes.
In unreasonable anger, he gathered his magical powers.
Because of jealousy.
He has been doing nothing all his life, and the thing he has been chasing so hard appears in front of him.
It just appeared in front of him like this.
Let him fall into madness until the magic collapses, until the magic collapses, and he returns to the outpost with a lingering breath.
Only then did he realize that he no longer had the qualifications to be jealous.
Originally this was nothing, it was just despair leading to more despair.
Until the blood mushroom sprouts, the blood mushroom sprouts in the small temple!
He was going to accept his fate, he was going to accept his fate.
He is obviously about to accept his fate!
But God! God!
Great God!
Why did you fool me like this!
Why! Why did it happen just when I was about to accept my fate!
Give me hope!
Kneeling in front of the altar, in the boundless sorrow, the old priest solemnly bowed to the unfinished statue of the giant rat in front of him.
Even if you are bowing to the gods, you are also bowing to your former self.
In that crying and laughing expression.
"It would be better if it were earlier, it would be better if it was earlier!"
Crazy words came out.
It was at this moment.
The momentum in him began to surge.
This old priest, this crazy old priest, this old priest who was also rebellious and high-spirited.
He picked up his faith again.
Pray respectfully and respectfully.
His voice was husky and focused.
"Great god!
Great God! "
He once again returned to the ranks of senior priests, but the surging momentum did not stop, pushing him to a new level.
It seems that a hero is about to be born at this time.
Just a pity.
He is too old.
He is no longer as high-spirited as he once was when he was young.
This decaying body weighed him down after all.
Kneel before the blurry statue in front of you.
The surging momentum gradually subsided.
He stayed at the boundary between mortal beings and heroes, without crossing the most critical step.
The old priest who was one step short of becoming a hero was just one step short of becoming a hero.
But regarding this, the old priest did not have much fluctuation, neither sadness nor joy.
Just a devout bow.
Bow down to the gods.