Chapter 193, Du Yuan’s statue, support with long claws

Chapter 193, Du Yuan’s statue, support with long claws

Stacks of ore were carried high into the pitch-black blast furnace as the gears rotated, in order to smelt a newly discovered metal.

Also preparing for the birth of another miracle.

The dark red and brown ores turned into red hot molten iron in the hot blast furnace. An almost crazy guy stood in front of the blast furnace.

He is old and stooped, but his eyes are full of obsession and hope.

This is an old Great Claw Priest and the only Great Claw Priest in the Skaven Council. Unlike Long Claw, who has abandoned his identity and almost left the ranks of the Great Claw Priest, this old priest has always been known as the Great Claw Priest. He was kneeling in front of the white mouse conscientiously.

He was responsible for the expansion of the underground rat city, the construction of outposts, the construction of industrial zones, and the planning of tunnels.

This kind of concentration won him the favor of the rat. As the years went by, he gradually began to rise to high positions, until he became one of the thirteen rat-men councilors.

He has almost reached the limit of what a big-clawed priest can do, and even the rat war with eyes above his head will not underestimate him too much.

Because in essence, the logistics of the Ratman Kingdom have always been supported by the Big Claw Priests.

And he is the only rat-man councilor among the Great Claw Priests. If he wants to use his influence to win over countless Big Claw Priests in an instant, he can immediately build an army in the rat-man kingdom that no one can ignore. The power factions come out.

The power in the hands of the Big Claw Priests is not weak, but it has always been too scattered.

You can see these big-clawed priests who drive away slave rats in every city and underground area in the Skaven Kingdom.

The Great Claw Priests still have no real leader.

Senior Skaven Priests with vast resources at their disposal can mobilize the Great Claw Priests, but only those Great Claw Priests who are attached to them.

These are only a small part of the Big Claw Priests. If you want to mobilize the vast majority of the Big Claw Priests, apart from this old guy, only the Skaven Council can do it.

It's not surprising that the old Skaven could do this, as he is the only Skaven councilor among the Priests of the Great Claw.

The Rat Council was able to mobilize because of the arrangement of the White Rat.

Although the Rat Council is just a new structure introduced by the White Rat, the White Rat left a lot to the Rat Council. In addition to the two organizations of the Temple Guard and the Rat Assassin, it holds information about the Rat Kingdom. Rights are almost thrown out.

Once upon a time, the Great Claw Priests fell directly into the hands of the White Rat, or to be more precise, all the Rat Men had to crawl in front of him, the High Priest.

Now, the Rat Priests have left in groups, but the Big Claw Priest is still firmly held by the White Rat and is under the Rat Council.

The Big Claw Priests are attached to the large framework of the Skaven Council and are active in every corner of the Skaven Kingdom.

And their leader on the surface is this guy standing in front of this dark blast furnace.

His concentration brought him the favor of the White Rat and ruined the opportunity of the Big Claw Priests to take the stage. For a long time, what the Big Claw Priests paid was always out of proportion to what they received.

All of this has nothing to do with his inaction.

Can you imagine that a guy who has become one of the thirteen most powerful rat councilors in the Skaven Kingdom only does two things every day: digging tunnels and expanding the city?

Did he really put his whole life in developing tunnels and expanding the city?

In front of the tall furnace, the slave rats struggled to pull the iron chain. The valve of the furnace slowly rotated under the pull of the iron chain. Amidst the harsh sound, the crimson stagnant water slowly flowed out. A huge body A rough mold has been prepared.

Under the whipping of the Big Claw Priest, the valve of the dark furnace was completely opened,

Not long ago, a Big Claw priest in the industrial area of ​​the barren mountains discovered a new metal, which was smelted by mixing red and brown ores in a certain proportion.

In excitement, the Big Claw priest presented the metal to the old Big Claw priest who was in charge of the industrial area. The old Big Claw priest was fascinated by its dazzling color after seeing this brand-new metal. A bold idea also emerged.

Is it true that you have been climbing all your life just to expand the city and build tunnels? It's just that the figure in front of him is too dazzling and terrifying, so he can only crawl and concentrate.

Until old age, until life is about to come to an end, until I witness this dazzling golden metal.

The newly discovered metal was named blood gold.

The hot molten iron fell and filled the huge mold, and a dazzling golden color appeared during the solidification.

The old Great Claw Priest stopped in front of the mold that had not yet completely cooled down.

Almost dancing.

This guy who is at the top of all the Big Claw Priests is not that special. He looks like an ordinary old ratman who is about to die. There are already patches of bald spots on his rickety body, and he relies entirely on the support of the blood mushroom. The gray and yellow hair has not completely faded away, and even the big claws on his hands are dull and dull.

At this time, the white mouse arrived.

The white mouse did not look at the big-clawed priest dancing in the distance.

The big-clawed priest who had been crawling in front of him all his life was no longer so calm at the end of his life, and he decided to discuss the price with the white mouse.

He was even willing to give up his seat on the Council, his influence among the Priests of the Great Claw, and everything he had in order to negotiate a price with the Rat.

But it was obvious that the old big-clawed priest had overestimated himself.

Everything he proposed to the White Rat was non-committal. Did he really think that the White Rat chose him because of his loyalty?

White Rat has never believed in the word loyalty, and he only chose him because White Rat saw his ordinary advantages.

cowardice.

A cowardly rat does not dare to have more thoughts, at least while he is still alive. It is most appropriate to push such a guy to the position of rat member.

Although he was a little misled, this cowardly guy still dared to discuss the price with him, even at the moment when his life was about to come to an end.

The white rat simply knocked on the stone table in front of him. Amidst the knocking sounds, the body of the old big-clawed priest trembled violently and he could hardly even stand still.

The White Rat asked him to go back. He had not yet chosen a guy to take over.

As for the so-called price he threw out, the white rat didn't take it seriously at all. When a guy is weak to a certain extent, even his loud roar is so harmless that it is not even enough to be taken seriously.

But unexpectedly, the old big-clawed priest did not leave. Even though the white mouse let him go, his body was shaking and he was extremely frightened, but he did not leave.

Unwilling to leave, he stubbornly stopped in front of the white mouse.

This really surprised the white mouse, and the sound of his knuckles tapping on the table stopped.

Trembling, this old big-clawed priest, this old rat-man councilor knelt down to the white rat, raised the dazzling metal block in his hand high, looking at his appearance, the white rat suddenly appeared. Somewhat curious.

"So, what do you want to do?"

The white rat agreed with the old guy's crazy idea.

The cooled mold was opened by the swarming slave rats, revealing its true contents, a base, a golden base cast of dazzling golden metal.

On the pedestal, each of the rat men prostrate themselves and worshiped devoutly with completely different expressions.

This is a kind of delicacy that does not seem to belong to the rat men. Even the hair on these cast rat men is carved.

It's just a base, an extremely delicate base.

There are not many things that can be taken seriously by the rat people, only things related to the great gods, and things about the great gods.

This old Great Claw priest is casting a statue of a god that will stand shoulder to shoulder with the mountains, using dazzling golden metal to cast a statue to the great god.

Betting all his hopes on this statue, at this moment when his life is about to come to an end.

This is why the white rat is willing to agree. In fact, if you want the white rat to support you, you don't need to go to so much trouble, as long as you are doing it for God, that's fine.

It's just that most ratmen can't do this, not even the old big-clawed priest.

In the last period of life, bet your last hope on the great gods.

The white mouse who arrived at the scene did not even pause for a moment on the dancing old priest.

Gaze at the revealed base of the statue.

White Rat agreed with the old guy's idea and gave support. Without White Rat's nod, everything the old priest expected would not have even begun.

Not for any other reason.

He also acquiesced in the existence of the statue in the small temple.

Since being abandoned by the gods that time, White Rat has not had any messy thoughts for a long time. The great gods don't seem to like these luxurious palaces very much. The palaces of gods in the underground rat city have not been expanded since that time.

Now, this sacred hall is a bit too small for the underground rat city.

But Bai Shu has never agreed to the expansion of the God's Hall, because he is really afraid of being rejected by the God again.

But this does not mean that he does not want to show the glory and greatness of God.

Especially as time goes by and we begin to age.

Looking from a distance, staring for a long time, his mouth began to murmur unconsciously.

"Great God, great God."

It took a long time to pull away.

The rat people started a huge project in this barren mountain range. This is not the first time these persistent guys have carved a statue of Du Yuan.

………….

In the rolling hills, among the tall sacred oak trees.

The lower part of this huge oak tree has been completely dyed red by the rat people. In the repeated attacks, the young and immature half-elves in the last reserve team of half-elves were also eaten by the rat people. .

The huge rat army officially charged into this huge oak tree a few days ago, and then advanced with overwhelming force.

This group of half-elves is finished.

What only annoyed Sheng Qi was that these guys were really stubborn. Even though he had led his army all the way to the huge oak tree, they could still disgust him.

The last group of half-elves were entrenched on the top of the sacred oak tree. Relying on the narrow branches, they once again withstood the attack of the rat people.

It doesn't matter that these guys are just hanging on.

But damn!

The temple of the heretic god is also on the treetop where the last half-elf troops are entrenched.

This really drove Sheng Qi crazy.

During this period of time, he relied on the swollen rat people and the huge trebuchet to eat up the defense line of these half-elves bit by bit.

This is almost like smashing blood mushrooms on the battlefield, and it's not just smashing it bit by bit, but smashing it piece by piece.

He chewed down the defense of these guys.

He invested almost all the blood mushrooms in his hand and almost went bankrupt. If it weren't for the wolf-orc fur that suddenly became popular in the rat-man kingdom, he was inspired, and he proposed to the group of buyers again and again. The price of that half-elf corpse.

He was really bankrupt, and this war might not be able to continue. As the battle between the senior rat priests became more and more serious, the supplies he received became increasingly scarce.

This huge army was now almost entirely supported by Rope Seven. He should have been happy, because this represented the decline of the rat priests' control over the Western Expeditionary Force.

This is exactly what he wants to see.

But now this damn war is not over yet, which is giving him a headache. Sheng Qi has not completely taken over the Western Expeditionary Force, but the logistical pressure is already so heavy that he can't breathe.

The replenishment of weapons can also be maintained by relying on stocks recovered from the battlefield.

The food problem on the battlefield can also be solved by eating corpses.

But these huge trebuchets, siege crossbows, and all kinds of messy equipment, these things are gold-eating beasts that will not refuse.

But Sheng Qi still couldn't let go. If it weren't for these huge trebuchets, if it weren't for these messy instruments, Sheng Qi might still be staring at the bottom of this huge oak tree.

These things are very useful and powerful. They are still a force in his hands. This is very important. He cannot give up these war instruments.

But the logistics are really getting bigger.

This war has to end, and it has to end quickly. The rat people can still afford it, and the senior priests can also afford it, but he, Sheng Qi, can hardly afford it!

He's going bankrupt! Going bankrupt!

Fortunately, there is not no good news.

The support that Sheng Qi was waiting for arrived, and that support came from Long Claw. Although he had waited for a long time, it was just in use now.