Chapter 264, Grand Sacrifice
Rat Zhan raised the Pitchfork Knight high, and under the extreme crushing force, there was no room for struggle.
Pitchfork Knight was thrown away heavily, and Mouse War cast his sights into the distance.
Over there, the chaos continued, and the Holy See knights joined those humble people.
Rat Zhan noticed this scene, and just when he was about to take steps, there was a loud gasping sound beside him. Pitchfork Knight got up and swayed far away, but Rat Zhan was not interested.
In fact, recently, his attention has been more on the rear of the battle line.
Recent events have gradually proven that he seems to be in trouble without those damn guys, at least in terms of trade.
The scarlet spear was thrown out randomly by Rat Zhan and penetrated the Pitchfork Knight's chest. The old armor on his body was really not enough when facing the blood-stained and increasingly scarlet spear in Rat Zhan's hand.
As fragile as paper.
Pitchfork Knight was pinned to the ground.
He's not dead yet, but he's going to die soon.
Panting heavily.
Shu Zhan came to him, his scarlet eyes fell on this weird guy, and Shu Zhan fell into thinking.
Behind him, the ferocious knight rushed past, causing the rat warriors to dodge in a panic. Those who didn't dodge would probably be trampled directly.
In the fierce city not far away, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, rising into the sky. I don't know if it was an illusion, but even the air was dyed with a hint of red. All this came from the massacre that was taking place.
Mouse Zhan finally came up with the answer while thinking, and the gaze that fell on the Pitchfork Knight in front of him was a little more probing, mocking, and violent.
He noticed what this guy was doing.
ah! This behavior is really similar to that of the red lizard.
The corners of his mouth widened, and this ugly hairless guy was a little more excited. He was excited for no reason, like a madman.
The sound was sharp and harsh.
The Pitchfork Knight listened clearly, but he couldn't understand a single word. In the eyes of the Dark Eye Human Race, even if the Rat Man spoke, it would probably be a sharp and distorted scream. The Rat People were also ordinary, and they disdained it. To listen to the words of heretics.
Life was gradually stripped from Pitchfork Knight.
His eyes gradually became blurred, and the strange screams of the ugly rat man in front of him gradually escaped from his ears.
There was not much reluctance in his last words.
A low murmur.
"Old Susan."
Perhaps he was not unwilling at all. At a temporary moment, Pitchfork Knight raised his head and looked into the distance, into the depths of the pitch-black rat tide.
It seems like there's still something I can't let go of.
Pitchfork Knight's head was severed by Rat War,
Before swinging the sword, Shu Zhan muttered to himself.
"It turns out to be a hero! It turns out to be a hero!"
Rat Zhan liked this feeling very much. His sharp claws grabbed the head of the Pitchfork Knight who was about to fall to the ground.
He was happy, excited, and dancing.
Pitchfork Knight died, just like that. Until the end, he didn't understand why he did such a thing. He didn't think about it. Maybe he didn't want to continue living.
But he still did something, those poor guys, those poor guys were really saved by him.
The direction he was looking at.
The running rat men bumped into the marching army, which was the reinforcements contacted by the Stargazing Pope. The rat warlords once again showed their unreliability to the rat war.
There was no warning at all, no news arrived, and the two sides just collided with each other.
The rat warlords who were released by Rat Zhan all went into the dense forest to capture the sacrifices. As for Rat Zhan's orders, they did not disobey them, but there were some deviations in the direction of their advance.
When the two sides collided, it couldn't be said that all of a sudden, the rat warlords failed to fulfill their duties, but the human side seemed to have expected this situation, and nothing happened in their investigation unit.
The rat warriors were defeated and fled in panic.
In a feat, Pitchfork Knight actually saved a group of guys, a huge group of guys, even though these guys were so humble.
The location where the human team defeated the rat pursuers.
Among the humble guys, the figure of the Holy See Knight also appeared here, and their leader was also an old acquaintance, the young leader.
Riding on a tall horse, wearing gorgeous armor, and having a handsome appearance, he is a perfect knight.
A young girl was held under his arm, struggling desperately and crying hysterically.
The leading Holy See knight didn't know how to comfort this immature child.
After thinking for a long time, I only managed to formulate a sentence.
"He wants you alive."
In the center of the pitch-black rat tide.
Next to the dancing Rat Zhan, a figure struggled to get up. It was the dark rat man. His movements were difficult, but he survived in the end. While he was arrogant, this guy seemed to have retained the good intentions of a rat man that he has carried out to this day. Habit.
Play dead.
He fell to the ground and became motionless. This successfully allowed him to survive, but his current condition was really not good.
The body was swaying far away, and blood was still coming out of the chest. The sharp pitchfork left a hole that was not closed, but it was not a serious injury. For this kind of flesh and blood problem, you only need a few blood mushrooms to go down and find a place to lie down. After a period of time, there will probably be no problems. This is a very versatile way to deal with injuries.
To a certain extent, the medical system created by this series of things is much more convenient than that of the Youyan human race that combines magical herbalism, anatomy, life magic, light magic, and injury theory.
Eat some blood mushrooms, and those who can survive it will be able to jump around in a short time. Of course, if they can't survive it, they can lie down on the spot.
The black rat man did not try to swallow the blood mushroom. He struggled to stand up and knelt down to Rat Zhan with a look of embarrassment.
Rat Zhan finally diverted his attention from the joy, and his scarlet eyes fell on the dark rat man in front of him.
Rat Zhan is in a good mood now, and the Dark Rat Man has been rewarded.
Quite casually, the Dark Skaven became a Skaven Warlord, in one sentence.
This reward was given not because of the chaos caused by the Dark Rat Man in the city, nor because of the warehouse he set on fire, but because Rat Zhan was in a good mood right now.
He was quite happy, just because of this.
The rat war can appoint rat warlords, and it can be done through accumulation of merits, or it can be like a flag, just because of a little bit of curiosity, or it can naturally be like this, just because it is happy.
The dark rat man's face was filled with unspeakable ecstasy. This joy was difficult to suppress even with his physical weakness at this time, and it brought him some trouble.
The wound on his chest began to expand due to excessive excitement, and blood spurted out, like a faucet that had been turned on.
He almost died after finally surviving.
He hurriedly stuffed blood mushrooms into his mouth.
At the same time, he bowed down again and again.
"Great Commander! Great Commander, Great Commander!"
It's just that Rat Zhan didn't look at this dark rat man again.
The arriving human reinforcements, after repelling the pursuing rat army and learning about the situation from the Holy See knights mixed in this group of pitiful eggs, did not move forward. They had no intention of saving the fallen Mountain Dew City.
Just by looking at the boundless dark tide in the distance, Guang Guang came up with a very simple answer: Mountain Dew City is hopeless.
They started an orderly retreat and started to turn back. It was obvious that the commander of this army also felt that a field battle with the rat people would not be a wise choice.
The rat people did not pursue these humans at all costs.
There is one more important thing to do, a grand sacrifice, a grand sacrifice to be held in Mountain Dew City.
This is very important, after all, sacrifice is the reason why the rat people start wars and massacres.
Central Mountain Dew.
After deciding to sacrifice, the mobilization ability of the rat people seems to have gone up to a higher level, especially when all the rat people present will participate in this sacrifice.
Facing the gods, this is one of the few times when the rat people are willing to take the initiative to put aside their own interests.
Captured humans, trophies, and all kinds of messy things are all very precious to these rat warriors, young rat warriors, and senior rat warriors.
It's just that at this moment, it doesn't matter, don't think about it, just give it all to God.
In a short time, countless corpses were placed in the central square of the city.
With the advancement of civilization, the rat people are indeed somewhat different from the past.
The low-level, humble rat people have more thoughts. In the past, they would only stand ignorantly under the stage and witness the big shots waving their arms on the stage.
Only now, they want to get involved, even if it's secretly.
Make some distinction between your own sacrifices and those offered by other ratmen, separate them at a distance, and place them separately.
There are various things on display, and every effort is put into them.
The corpses of the Nether-Eyed Human Race, the weapons stained with scarlet blood, and even the dark eyes that could be redeemed for meritorious deeds, were all placed on the square in the center of the city.
Not only that, this great festival is about to begin and begin to spread to distant places.
The temple guards have already set off and are on their way.
Rat caravans, rat mercenaries, rat ranchers, and those rat free people, all kinds of guys around, all kinds of guys who have learned such news are all rushing towards Mountain Dew City. Come.
This is a sacred sacrifice.
Only for the sacrifices dedicated to the gods, the rat people will not set too many thresholds.
Various offerings were brought.
Except for the most central square, the central area of the sacrificial ceremony, which serves as the stage for the rat battle, other places are also random.
Various sacrifices were piled in the center of the city.
This grand festival was very different from the past, and almost all the rat people participated.
A piece of blackened dried meat piled in the corner came from a rat caravan that traveled to this area. The person who presented it was not the wealthy Big Claw priests, nor the rat mercenaries running back and forth as guards.
From a skinny humble slave rat.
In the process of traveling to and from the ruins, this piece of dried meat was the most valuable thing he picked up. At that time, in order to compete for the ownership of this piece of dried meat, he fought with other slave rats, and even a section of his tail was bitten off.
Along the way, he was reluctant to eat dried meat, but he offered it as a sacrifice without hesitation.
Compared to the dazzling array of rare and precious things piled in the center of the square, his piece of blackened dried meat is really inconspicuous.
But this is also the most precious thing he can give.
At the edge of the square, in an inconspicuous corner, this humble guy carefully put down the dried meat in his hand. Around him, other slave rats looked at him with envious eyes.
This piece of dried meat is indeed inconspicuous, but it is also the best thing that this group of slave rats can give.
Fat worms, dough cakes with gums, unknown mushrooms, and a broken rope were all piled up in a mess in this corner.
This corner became the altar where these slave rats offered sacrifices to the gods.
This is what makes this sacrifice, this grand sacrifice different from the past.
It's not just a grand sacrifice, but a grand sacrifice that includes large and small rituals and in which countless rat people really participate.
It doesn't seem to be any different.
It's just that these humble guys, these humble guys who often have no qualifications, are taking advantage of this big sacrifice to sacrifice to the gods in their hearts out of ignorance.
The slave rat who offered the dark dried meat was already calling out to the gods. At this time, the sacrifice had not even really begun.
Even if the rat people's sacrifices don't pay attention to so many things, there are still some necessary rituals.
In that square, the stone pillars representing the gods have not yet been carved.
Of course, these particularities have nothing to do with slave rats. These things are the specialties of the rat priests and temple guards, and are not something that a slave rat can know and care about.
His shouting probably won't make any waves.
Very simply, at this moment, pray sincerely.
"Great God! I want to become a free ratman!"
I pray that I don’t want to be a slave rat all the time.
Not surprisingly, the Rat People's beliefs are always linked to various desires.
At this time, the other slave rats also started praying in the same way, and various wishes were raised.
Not wanting to be whipped, wanting to be well fed, and being able to dig up fat worms, there are many such wishes, and the wish to become a free citizen is the better one among them.
But sending wishes does not mean being impious.
After ignorantly praying to the gods, the slave rat who offered the dried meat earnestly blessed the gods.
Yes, this humble guy blessed the gods, not just that, but all the slave rats present.
"Great God! You have always been so great!"
This is the blessing given by the slave rat who offers dried meat.
There are other.
"The gods are powerful!"
"The great god can eat enough every day!"
"Great gods will not be whipped!"
This is the kind of blessing these humble guys can give after racking their brains.
Somewhat ridiculous, but sincere enough, they are all the most sincere blessings, offered to the high and great God.
The rat people's faith is not pure but pious enough.