Chapter 250, the meeting between the rat men and the rat men, the march of the rat warlords

Chapter 250, the meeting between the rat men and the rat men, the march of the rat warlords

In the darkness, there was a gathering of rat-men and rat-men, or to be more precise, a gathering of one group of rat-men and another group of rat-men.

A guy with his head raised high was respectfully welcomed into a secret tunnel deep in the mountain by a group of young rat men.

The rat people on the main continent discovered this foreign, powerful rat people. The young rat people were extremely excited. They had always existed as humble pests, but they suddenly saw such a scene. Their... Powerful kin are quickly encroaching on this area, and those humans are also being overwhelmed.

Want to join, want to take refuge, but the elders among the rat people still have some concerns.

Facts have proved that the concerns of these rat elders are indeed necessary.

The arrival of this guy with his head raised high did not bring acceptance or greetings, but only the rat mercenaries who began to arrive in this mountain range one after another. Well, you can also call them this time. Another name for the Rat Man Slave Catching Team.

The boundless rat people were brought out from the depths of the mountain, with fright and confusion on their faces. For the first time, the rat people, who had struggled under the pressure of the Youyan human empire but survived tenaciously to this day, were in danger of being destroyed.

A blow from their own kind.

Tie a rope, connect in a long string, and be taken to the rear. There are many things that these slave rats need to do.

In fact, there are more and better ways to deal with these rat people on the main continent, but they can't think of it and it is difficult to do it. In the dictionary of the rat people, the two words integration and cooperation are missing.

But to a certain extent, these rat people on the main continent have also realized their long-cherished wish, becoming slave rats, becoming members of the rat empire, and being squeezed indiscriminately by this deformed and twisted country.

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In Mountain Dew City, there shouldn't be any big problems in the first wave of the Ratmen's attack.

The luxurious carriage has driven out of the exquisite small building again, flowing towards the magnificent courtyards. Compared with before, there are some changes, and there are more guards lingering near the carriage.

The burning flames have not been extinguished yet, spreading in the continuous shanties. Many people are running barefoot outside the flames in despair, but no help is waiting for them.

The Stargazing Pope moved the slums outside the city into the city, and then the slums also entered the city. Entering this majestic and prosperous city did not bring much change to these poor guys.

Seeing that the flames were about to be hard to suppress, the moths entrenched in the slums had no choice but to show their presence to help extinguish the flames.

Gangs of all sizes organized order, and the crazy black mage began to call for falling rain. Even the rat people moved to extinguish the flames that spread towards the simple altar of the gods.

But it had no effect. The continuous shacks were too crowded, and the ignited flames began to spread with an almost crazy momentum.

An extremely ridiculous scene appeared. Those ordinary people, the most humble people, knelt down on the street, staring at the flames filling the air in front of them. Facing this unstoppable situation, they remained silent and did not make any move. And those who usually As a dangerous existence, he is trying his best to save this disaster.

An out-of-place figure appeared in this messy place, with a rickety figure, a pitchfork on his back, old armor, and a knight. He was also staring blankly at the scenes in front of him.

I want to do something, but I don’t know what I can do.

He looked helpless.

In the flames, in this chaotic street, until a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, without any warning, a heavy rain fell from the sky, and the rapidly falling water droplets hit the ground, hitting the pavement in this Mountain Dew City. It touched the stone floor and made a crisp sound.

The flame began to extinguish, everything was saved, the flame began to extinguish, and the ordinary people who stared blankly at the flame became more energetic.

Raindrops fell on the charred charcoal, bursting out a burst of water mist. A woman with many patches on her clothes rushed into the scalding ruins regardless, and rummaged anxiously among the charred ruins. .

Beside her, a charred figure was not dead. He stretched out his arms towards her, and his mouth, which was mostly carbonized, opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Between her eyebrows, a tightly closed vertical pupil opened. It was precisely because of this that she managed to survive until now.

Naturally, some people in this charred ruins had no time to escape. After all, the population was too dense.

The lingering support did not bring about the warmth, and what she wanted to wait for came. Among the ruins, the woman found an iron box while rummaging anxiously, opened it, and found some dim yellow-brown discs in it. Which are displayed.

A touch of bright silvery white is mixed among the yellow-brown discs.

She twitched her nose, but her nose turned into crispy charcoal. She wanted to cry, but she finally held back, her eyes gradually becoming hollow. It was only then that the woman finally found time to cry.

It's not surprising that she had to wash a whole day's worth of clothes every day in exchange for six copper coins. This box had accumulated too many days of hardship. One of her daughters died, but she still had three daughters alive.

What happened to this woman was not even a tragedy in this ruin.

After all, many people not only lost their loved ones but also their savings. The Pitchfork Knight saw a crying girl at the end of the street and took a step forward.

Compared to the residents in this slum, he is already considered lucky.

Standing in front of the crying girl, he didn't know what to say. This little girl reminded him of his daughter.

After groping around on his body, he could only take out a piece of white flour cake that he took a bite of. The crying girl took it, and the Holy See Knight arrived.

In this heavy rain, the crying girl was handed over to the Holy See Knights. During the handover process, the girl bit into the white flour cake in her hand regardless of others, which made the Pitchfork Knight a little more happy.

It’s good to be able to eat, it’s good to be able to eat.

Thinking like this, he turned around and left. After witnessing such a scene, he inexplicably wanted to do something. He had lost his old Susan. Maybe he wanted to do something. He was just an ordinary guy not long ago. .

He still doesn't know why he continues to live, until now.

"When people grow old, they are kind-hearted. Who told me this sentence? It seems to be that Mianxiao who didn't remember his name.

Old Susan, you are dead, but I am still alive. "

Saying such words, his tone was relieved and extremely relaxed. In the pounding rain, his stooped waist straightened up a bit.

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In the rat camp outside the city, all the flags erected in the camp left, leaving only Rat Zhan's dark black dragon flag in the center of the camp.

Other rat warlords were sent out by Rat War to lead their own teams.

There are a total of eight newly appointed rat warlords. In Rat Zhan's occasional generosity, some rat people really seized the opportunity. Qi was also in the queue of these eight rat warlords. They were sent out by Rat Zhan together, around. Driving this too tall city, heading towards the depths of this continent, Rat Zhan will conquer this towering city with all his strength.

As an early warning and as a forward, if there are other enemies approaching here, then the rat warlords sent out will become an excellent buffer and early warning. If no large-scale enemy troops are encountered, then these The Skaven warlords who are about to travel far can also serve as the vanguard of the Eastern Expeditionary Force.

In such thoughts, Rat Zhan threw out all the rat warlords in his hands.

There is no rat warlord who opposes the arrangement of Rat War. Even if you have to bear the risk, staying away from Rat War will be a wise decision. The dazzling sun will obscure the light of the stars, not to mention that this sun is an extremely dangerous bloody sun.

Obviously, the rat warlords will not be the end of their ambitions. What they once looked forward to day and night quickly became boring after they really fell behind. They are greedy and thirst for more. This is the background of these guys.

Even though this is not easy, Rat Zhan is not like a white rat. He has long since stopped holding the rat priest tightly. The rat warlords have always been tightly held in his hands, an almost insurmountable mountain. .

But greed desires more, it is an instinct, an instinct that will never give up.

The pouring rain also affected the rat people. In the lightning that flashed across the sky, Qi led his army to leave the Eastern Expeditionary Force without hesitation and began to run towards the front.

The heavy rain wetted the flag behind the flag, but the light in the flag's eyes was not stained by the heavy rain.

Fortunately, the stage on the main continent is big enough, and even the dark corners are big enough for unknown guys like them to wave their arms.

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In that young strait, the avenue made of metal, where two towering fortresses stood, Naga's figure disappeared into the nearby sea, and the giant skeletal bell was raised high after being baptized by the blood of the Youyan people. Hanging, it synchronizes with the sacred bells in the barren mountains.

It rings on time when night and light alternate. Well, although there is no distinction between night and light in this small world now, the bell still rings at that moment.

It was obviously made of bones as a frame, but the bell sounded so ethereal. Countless slave rats were pressed near the strait, and more than half of them were mainland rat people captured by the slave team. In order to carry out a A huge project.

The temple guards were preparing to build a city, a city made entirely of metal. As if as a provocation, they used the holes made by the falling stars as a yardstick to build a city of steel poured in the sea. , it may also be for some other considerations.

The leader of the temple guard put down the plan to build this city after seeing this strait. The location here is very favorable, both for defense and as an important pass.

If this city really falls, then whoever controls this city can easily firmly hold the power of communication between the main continent and the sub-continent.

The rich mineral veins on the vast grassland became the basis for this huge project.

Of course, it is not enough to have enough metal ore, you also need slave rats, many slave rats, countless slave rats. With these slave rats, this huge project can truly be completed.

It’s not a big problem. There is no shortage of slave rats in the Skaven Empire, and the temple guards are never short of blood mushrooms. The slave rats themselves are not a problem, but the transportation of slave rats is a headache for the temple guards. The distance creates a problem. There was a delay, and the slave rats were wasting away like crazy in this project.

The construction process has also become intermittent. It is not easy to station a metal city in the sea. It is much more difficult than pouring a road in the strait. During the pouring process, slave rats need to constantly sneak in. In the sea water, the semi-solidified molten iron was poured for repair and planning. Even if a city was to be built, the temple guards did not really want a city piled on metal islands.

However, it is inevitable to invest slave rats, and the slave rats are not very efficient in completing this work. It is not surprising that this kind of technical content has to be done more efficiently by the Big Claw Priest himself. But even if the temple guards don't lack blood mushrooms, they can't mobilize so many big-claw priests.

The huge statue poured out of the barren mountains is indeed a miracle, a miracle built by countless big-clawed priests and slave rats. Although the construction of the statue finally came to a standstill and was not completely completed, not everyone is qualified to mobilize it. So many big-clawed priests are not afraid of hardships to pile up something.

Regarding this problem, the temple guards came up with a rather simple solution.

Press on more slave rats.

The corpses of dead slave rats were floating in a thick layer on the sea, and a pungent rotten smell had begun to spread, making the environment in the strait become even worse.

Countless living slave rats were floating on the sea, with corpses floating around them. They held small shovels in their hands and sank into the sea again and again to correct the irregular edges of the poured molten iron.

There was despair on their faces. Being soaked in sea water for a long time made these poor guys' bodies turn white and swollen. However, they could not stop their movements. Crossbows were placed on both sides of the strait to prevent them from escaping. The straits were also used to suppress riots.

The discovery of the gathering place for the ratmen on the main continent solved the urgent need of the temple guards. Countless captured ratmen on the main continent were sent to this strait and put into the construction of this city.

The temple guards were very satisfied with these guys. In such a harsh environment and the lack of enough big-clawed priests as overseers, the slave rats mobilized from the Rat Man Empire began to riot. On the contrary, these rats captured from the main continent People are more honest.