Chapter 167
Knocking on the table with his knuckles, the white mouse disappeared into the darkness, not knowing what he was thinking.
The Ratman Kingdom has completely entered a posture of expansion.
Along with various problems, the dispersion of power has brought about unnecessary contradictions of ambition. These contradictions were not obvious when the rat people all lived in the barren mountains, or they were suppressed by the white rats.
Some rights need to be taken back.
He needs the rat people to be constrained into a framework at all times.
Not for the future of the Skaven Kingdom.
Just to keep your gift intact for a long time.
The passage of time has made White Rat more and more tired, but at the same time, his understanding of the rat-man empire and the group of rats has always been precise and accurate.
All we need to do is take back some rights and give some more.
Soon after, a less formal order was issued.
It was released in the name of the Skaven Council.
Addressed to all senior Skaven Priests.
It just didn't get much response.
Most of the senior rat-man priests are entrenched in the Wasteland City. These guys are also doing the same things that Rat Zhan is doing, but they are far less bold and precise than Rat Zhan.
Several large settlements were built on the ruins of the quilboar kingdom.
After the white rats deviated from their interests, these rats had no objections on the surface, but secretly they began to support themselves.
There is nothing right or wrong in this, it's just that these guys believe in their own side, or in other words, they are the future of the rat people.
Ignoring the order from the Rat Parliament, this order was not mandatory and was not issued in the name of the White Rat. The thirteen members of the Rat Parliament fought fiercely.
Not united either.
Together with the Ratman Council, this institution cannot effectively restrain these senior ratman priests.
It is true that any one of the thirteen rat-man councilors, or any party, cannot be faced by a senior rat-man priest alone.
But when the thirteen Rat Councilors came together, one plus one was less than one.
Maybe it has something to do with Shu Zhan, the shit-troublemaker.
He abandoned the two councilors from the rat warlord side in the barren mountains and the underground rat city.
What these two high-ranking rat-man councilors have to do is also very simple.
Fight back and object to anything brought up by your enemies in meetings.
Rat War has not agreed to any plan proposed by the rat priests.
Even the business regulations that were quite beneficial to him were still turned against him without thinking.
It made those rat priests feel as sick as eating flies.
However, the number of votes that the Rat War side has cannot be circumvented.
But for this reason, these senior rat priests had to give up their interests and power to those who were outside of them in meetings again and again.
The Big Claw Priest who is in charge of the construction, development and development of the city, the Long Claw who is vaguely outside the two camps of the Rat Priest and the Rat Warlord, and the former Temple Priest who is stubborn and rigid but safeguards the interests of the temple guards.
The business rules were stopped at the discussion stage because of the brainless rebellion of Rat War, the shit-maker, and because the promotion of this opportunity would affect the interests of the Big Claw Priest.
The Big Claw Priest and the stubborn and rigid former Temple Priest are in a state of unity.
The White Rat is gradually withdrawing his influence, but the power he left behind, or the power that spontaneously gathered around him, has not been left behind. It gathered in the underground rat city and became the rat warlord and rat priest. The third camp is the temple faction.
The rat priests were equally bold. After the coal mines in the rolling hills began to be mined on a large scale, they soon came up with the idea of an industrial zone in the barren mountains.
If the business regulations are passed, they will challenge the underground rat city industrially.
So far, in the Ratman Kingdom, only the products produced by the Ratman industry in the Barren Mountains are in circulation. It is not because the products produced in the Barren Mountains are of such high quality that they are irreplaceable.
But because of another very practical reason.
That is, only the underground rat city where the white rat is seated has the right to do business with any party at will.
The Rat War does not do business with the Rat Priests, and the Underground Rat City does not allow the metal produced in the Waste City to enter.
Even though the fires in the Waste City were blazing, these rat priests were embarrassed to find that these tinkered metal weapons and divine ritual vessels could only circulate on their own.
But the divine artifact..., how should I put it, it must be something from the Underground Rat City that tastes better.
If possible, this group of rat priests who gathered together wanted to deprive the underground rat city of its industrial advantages, leaving nothing but the glory of the gods in this city where the rat men originated.
As a result, business regulations were proposed, and the rat priests wanted to rely on the rat parliament to forcefully open the resource circulation rights of the rat kingdom.
Of course, this is also good for the rat war, but it is a pity that the rat war is brainless.
The rat war is truly an annoying mess.
The Rat Council once again summoned the senior Rat Priests. This time it was no longer an ambiguous call, but a strong call.
Very unusual.
When the temple guards sent the summoning orders to the corresponding senior rat priests.
Most senior rat priests are aware of the seriousness of the problem.
He began to rush towards the barren mountains non-stop.
Even the council members from the Ratman Priest side sensed something was wrong and began to return to the barren mountains.
It's strange to say.
This stern summons obviously came from the rat council, but these rat council members had no idea about it.
And who in the entire Skaven Empire has the ability to issue such a strong summons order?
It seemed like I had the answer without thinking.
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In the rolling hills.
Sheng Qi gathered the troops again.
The troops under his command are larger than before, with more rat warriors, more rat runners, more huge trebuchets, and some new things.
Giant clocks that can be moved, yes, giant clocks.
This is something the rat priests tinkered with to prevent being attacked by the half-elf demon archers.
Metal anchors and wood form the most basic frame, huge gears link the wheels, and the power is the huge giant rats.
A giant clock that can be moved.
In fact, it’s okay to call it a chariot.
The only effective part of the entire chariot is the singing room that was dug out of the center of the chariot and protected by heavy wood and metal wrapping.
In this chanting room, the rat priests can spread magical spells without fear of being attacked by the half-elf magic archers.
This chariot does not need to be so heavy, but for some reason, a genuine giant bell appeared on the top of the chariot.
In order to match this giant bell, this simple and lightweight chariot expanded greatly and became extremely complex.
A larger body, more gears, more exquisite carvings, and that giant bell that can keep shaking and making sounds as it moves forward!
ah! Such a sacred weapon! ah! Such a sacred weapon!
Every time you take a step forward, you can listen to the holy voice of the god, such a sweet holy voice!
How beautiful!
This is a war machine that has been praised unanimously by almost all the Skaven Priests of the Western Expeditionary Force. It is a beautiful and sacred war machine.
But it made Sheng Qi's eyebrows wrinkle.
So, what is the price of becoming holy and beautiful?
This ghost thing became unexpectedly huge. From the original chariot that could be pulled by one giant rat, it turned into a movable bell tower that required eight giant rats to barely pull it. .
This is not without its benefits.
The number of priests that can be accommodated has increased from one or two to an exaggerated level. A bell tower can accommodate at least forty rat priests.
Even though Sheng Qi is a mediocre general, he also knows that such a strange thing is not a qualified war machine after throwing away the additional elements of faith.
But among the Skaven, faith trumps everything in most cases.
This thing was still promoted and placed in the rat army. Even if the materials and craftsmanship did not allow it, the rat priests would still want to make this thing even bigger.
It's hard to imagine that this thing would be carried onto the battlefield, and also in those rugged and rolling hills.
A gaudy fortress.
A gaudy war fortress.
The Western Expeditionary Force launched the second war against the Half-Elf Kingdom.
Facts have proved that the performance of this swaying bell tower in the battle was not as bad as imagined.
The rat priests liked the moving bell tower very much and the huge bell on the top of the bell tower.
A large amount of divine magic was spread to the rat army by the rat priests in the bell tower. This army finally showed the fighting it should have.
Still in front of that valley.
The half-elves left a large number of defenses, ancient trees, activated plants, and even a half-built magic tower in this valley.
But in the bells that echoed on the battlefield and the excited laughter of the rat priests.
The gray-black tide of rat-men surged over.
Sheng Qi fell at the end of the army this time. If the rat priests did not escape, he would not be needed to maintain the army's front line, and he would not be able to hold the army back.
Looking at the surging black tide in front of him.
Regardless of whether this war is won or not, all the achievements and glory gained have nothing to do with him.
Fortunately, he still grasped a force, a force of his own.
He finally paid the price for that moment of luck.
But things are far from over.
He won't give up either.
No one can stop him from reaching that goal.
He has already decided, and he will definitely do it, and he will definitely do it.
With his eyes red, what he thought of was the image of the white rat standing on the altar, indifferent and aloof, looking down at everything in front of him.
Holding the battle flag tightly in his hand, what Sheng Qi didn't realize was that he was becoming more and more like his teacher, that crazy and decisive old guy.
This guy is completely crazy.
The battle between the rat men and the half-elves has reached a stalemate, in the reverberating magical aura, in the surging activated plants, and in the tall tree men rising from the ground.
The half-elf queen stood at the top of the valley looking down at the battlefield in front of her.
The half-elf has almost used all his power.
But the battle did not go well.
With the addition of the rat priests, this huge rat army finally showed its full prowess.
In that surging tide.
He almost relied on the accumulation of flesh and blood to pass through the layers of defense.
Cutting down the tall tree men, trampling the activated plants, enduring the rain of falling arrows, and enduring the magic that bombarded the formation.
There are no more means, not much game, there are just the rat warriors who keep falling, and there are just the rat warriors who keep falling.
Roaring, roaring, with red eyes, the rat warriors kept coming.
The half-elves realized something was wrong, and they discovered the problem.
It's those moving bell towers, it's the rat priests laughing maniacally in the bell tower.
The flickering magic aura began to aim at the tall bell towers.
Targeting these hulking war fortresses.
It's just that although these bell towers are heavy, they are far from being destroyed easily.
The Rat People never cut corners when it comes to matters of faith.
The unparalleled solid materials and the heavy weight required eight giant rats to pull it, which became its advantages.
The arrows of the magic archer simply cannot penetrate the outer wall of the moving bell tower, and it will take several hits of the powerful magic gathered by the magic tower to completely destroy these heavy bell towers.
The reserves of magic power of the half-elf elders are not endless.
But there is far more than just one Priest's Bell Tower on this battlefield.
Only the tall tree man can knock down these heavy clock towers in one fell swoop.
But these tree men simply couldn't get close to the priest's bell tower that was surrounded by the rat men army.
The shrill bells echoed across the battlefield.
A priest's bell tower closest to the front line became the target of the half-elf magic tower's attack. After several consecutive bombardments by magic torrents, the metal tower crashed to the ground with an overwhelming crunching sound.
All the rat priests among them were buried in the twisted metal ruins.
There were no deaths on the spot.
You can still hear the crazy, high-pitched laughter of the survivors in the ruins.
The pungent smell of blood irritated all the ratmen on the battlefield, and the ratman priests on these towers were no exception.
But in the end, the fanaticism and madness will fade away.
At this time, the horrified shouts and desperate wails will replace the crazy laughter in these twisted ruins.
Covered up by the reverberating bells.
This is an extremely fierce war.
It was also a war that the half-elves had never expected, after the rat priests joined the battlefield.
These half-elves couldn't help but get ready.
In short, the rat people are here, and under the banner of the gods, the real war is about to begin.
I forgot to fill in the title when I published it. I can’t change it after I published it. It gives me a headache.