Chapter 337, Winner
In the chaotic battle, the two armies saw each other.
Some huge steel fortresses appeared on the battlefield.
Like the metal bell towers that were once used, they are just going to be bigger and stronger.
Symmetrical thick gears were placed on the shell of the steel fortress, rotating with the harsh sound of metal twisting, advancing on this chaotic battlefield.
It sways far away and houses a large number of war equipment, which is cumbersome and dangerous.
Such a creation, even with its huge size and heavy weight, can easily crush most things on the battlefield.
But in this chaotic battlefield at this time, it is still not invincible.
The war priest was waving the weapon in his hand vigorously and letting out a sharp roar. For the rat people, courage is very rare. Cowardice is their nature, but this nature is not impossible to suppress. In jealousy and greed, death is also possible. Nothing.
Raise the flag high.
There were rat mercenaries, slave rats, and pilgrims around him, all in a crowd.
Keep pressing on.
Those war fortresses were wreaking havoc on the battlefield. The rotation of the huge gears was like a giant beast dragging the ground, crushing everything on the battlefield. A scarlet road mixed with blood and minced meat was forcibly dragged out. .
The horrified shouts and shrill roars almost never stopped on this battlefield.
Another roar.
It comes from a tall rat troll with ferocious muscles all over his body.
His scarlet eyes fell on the mobile fortresses that were wreaking havoc on the battlefield. He roared and swept away the ordinary rat men in front of him.
He started running wildly on this chaotic battlefield.
Like an angry ape, or a chariot? monster?
Get close to those moving castles wreaking havoc on the battlefield and leap high at the moment they are about to be crushed.
After hitting the heavy metal shell hard, an obvious dent appeared on this ferocious war machine. The thick claws tried to grab the metal shell of these moving castles, but they couldn't.
Landing with a roar, even though the rat troll was a rather tenacious aberration, it could not escape being crushed at this moment.
Turned into a mass of exploding flesh and blood.
This is not the end.
Such a conspicuous big guy almost instinctively attracts the aberrant creatures swimming around on the battlefield.
Rat trolls appeared on the battlefield one after another, approaching these mobile fortresses while running wildly.
These aberrant creations with the power to tear apart steel are constantly attacking these heavy and dangerous war machines.
The war is still going on.
Burning everything at an exaggerated pace.
More and more corpses were piled up on the battlefield, even blocking the small river at the edge of the battlefield.
Both sides were cleaning up the corpses piled up on the battlefield.
More and more corpses were abandoned casually and piled up on the edge of the battlefield again.
Even if the rat people are not qualified as sacrifices, such a large number can obviously bring considerable profits.
It's just a pity that the two parties involved in the war at this time are the rat priests and temple guards.
The rat people are truly worthy of their status as the followers of the evil god, and they continue to destroy and kill other races, those heretics, and themselves.
The pile of corpses was getting higher and higher.
However, both sides continued to pile up the dead guys on the battlefield, until they collapsed after the piles got higher and higher.
The corpses of the rat men blocked the creek, built a dam, and accumulated a small lake.
Of course, this small lake is not beautiful. It is full of corpses and the lake water is stained red. As the corpses gradually decay, they may also bring with them the unbearable stench and large yellowing turbid grease floating on the lake. .
All of this was created by the two warring parties in a very short period of time.
The stalemate fighting brought unimaginable consumption.
Not a small amount.
Every day, countless blood mushrooms are dumped into this battlefield.
Of course, these consumed blood mushrooms are not a big problem, either for the temple guards or the rat priests.
It's just that this stalemate and the passage of time are unbearable, both for the temple guards and the rat priests.
The turning point of this holy war has appeared, and a choice has to be made, whether it is the temple guards or the rat priests.
Either continue to invest in this increasingly stalemate war, end it personally, and start a melee that will get out of hand.
Or, sit down and talk.
It's time to sit down and talk.
More rat-man corpses were pushed into the small lake in order to clear an open space for negotiations.
A large tent was quickly set up.
The armies from both sides, the most elite forces, arrived one by one.
The neat and solemn temple guards appeared on one side of the open space.
The other side.
Some rat priests arrived. They were wearing fur shawls taken from the wolf orcs, and their blue single eyes were inlaid on the gorgeous staffs in their hands.
There is no doubt that these guys are all senior priests.
Instead of the guards they secretly trained and the rat mercenaries they hired, there were just these few old priests standing here.
These are not weak. Even if any temple guard gets close to these old guys, an efficient massacre can be launched quickly.
It's just that they are equally efficient in destroying everything in front of them.
This is a kind of equal deterrence.
The negotiators of both sides began to enter.
Six temple guards, six rat priests.
The number of participants is the requirement put forward by the rat priests. From the composition of these rat priests participating in the negotiation, we can have a certain understanding of the current structure of the rat priests.
Two loyalists who are dressed simply, but their staffs are also inlaid with blue eyes.
Three rat lords with complicated costumes and the most messy objects.
A radical with a small bell on his back and a blood-red robe.
It seems that the radicals have not had a good time recently. There are really only two or three big cats and kittens left.
On the other side.
Compared with the negotiation team of the rat priests with various meanings, the temple guards undoubtedly don't have so many thoughts.
The leader was a somewhat old guy with extremely bright eyes.
He was the captain of the temple guard stationed in the underground rat city in the Desolate Mountains.
A guy who dealt with those messy people all year round.
At the same time, he was probably the guy who was most familiar with the rat priests among all the temple guards.
It was he who proposed to recruit the war priests.
The leader of the temple guards easily made him choose to be loyal.
Compared with their colleagues stationed in other god temples, the rat priests stationed in the temple far away in the underground rat city undoubtedly have more status and independence.
But the loyalty was also particularly decisive. As long as he could still be stationed in this original temple, he was willing to offer his loyalty without reservation.
This condition was agreed.
So, this guy appeared in the negotiation.
Of course, he was not the core. The core was a guy who was mixed in the remaining five temple guards, a guy who did not take off his helmet.
The negotiation began.
The two most important things in this war.
First, the dominance of the Rat Empire, the most important position of the High Priest in the Rat Council.
Second, the right to interpret the faith of the great gods.
The quarrel almost ran through the beginning and end of this negotiation.
Slapping the table, waving arms, shouting loudly, spitting in the wide tent, all kinds of scattered things, small objects were thrown around as objects.
When the quarrel reached the most intense time, even a fight was about to start.
Fortunately, both sides had enough self-control.
If the fight really started, it would not take long before the temple guards outside the tent rushed over to sweep everything, or the senior rat priests would send everyone to heaven with a round of spells.
The rat priests had a big appetite, and they were unwilling to give either of these two things to the temple guards.
Of course, this was not realistic.
The fact that both sides could sit together at this time showed that both sides were avoiding the unlimited war, indicating that both sides at least had a certain willingness to negotiate.
It was just a habitual lion's mouth.
Such an unreasonable tone was easily blocked by the old temple guard.
This negotiation did not make any progress.
Such a situation may have been expected by both sides, but witnessing such a quarrel with one's own eyes still made people angry.
Propose, discuss, quarrel, overturn, propose, discuss, quarrel, draw swords, calm down, overturn again.
Things just went on in an endless cycle.
The temple guards quarreled with the rat priests, the rat priests quarreled with the rat priests, the temple guards quarreled with the rat priests and the rat priests.
The negotiations fell to such a result again and again.
The harsh voice kept lingering in my ears.
The commander of the temple guards, the mysterious commander, was sitting on this long table at this time, not very noticeable, this guy was really too low-key.
His brows furrowed slightly, witnessing this farce.
He listened and became distracted.
At the first moment of the quarrel, he probably understood one thing, that these messy things could not get any real results by relying solely on negotiations.
Even though he had always wanted to avoid such a situation, now it was inevitable.
After all, only the winner was qualified to make a choice.
But even though he understood it, he did not interrupt this farce.
Because he thought of one thing.
Even if he won the war and inherited the title of the high priest, would such a situation be lacking in one meeting after another?
Probably not.
He had no way to suppress everything. He was not a white mouse. At that time, sitting on the long table that was also narrow and wide, such quarrels would still occur continuously.
It was unavoidable.
He couldn't help but start thinking about one thing.
Is this the scene he really wants?
In the noisy quarrel, this question was seriously considered.
The final result of the negotiation was a bad one. Neither side got the result they wanted, and no consensus emerged in the negotiation.
When both sides left in dissatisfaction, the situation became tense. This was a good opportunity, a good opportunity to deal with the attack.
The temple guards stationed outside the tent clenched their weapons, a bright silver spear, and on the other side, the old rat priests narrowed their eyes slightly.
But in the end, neither side attacked the other.
The war will continue.
It will become more tragic. In a negotiation, both the temple guards and the rat priests should understand that unless the other side is suppressed in the war, it is doomed to be difficult to have a result.
It was at this time that the existence of a guy became conspicuous again.
There are many ways to completely overwhelm the opponent. In addition to improving yourself, you can also seek help.
At this time, the commander of the Western Expeditionary Force, Sheng Qi, who had just returned to the Desolate Mountains to watch the ceremony and had not left yet, the only surviving fruit in the military system, came into view naturally.
Sheng Qi immediately became eye-catching.
Both sides were contacting him and offering him a price, but Sheng Qi had no desire or impulse to join in for the time being.
One of the biggest reasons why he had not left and returned to the sea with his fleet was because the war had not yet determined the winner, but if you wanted him to personally participate in this war, then forget it.
It was not like he had not witnessed this war.
No matter which side he leaned on, wouldn't he be used as cannon fodder?
Even if the price and the things offered were very tempting.
But how could he suffer a loss a second time after suffering one? The army in his hands was his most important bargaining chip.
Sheng Qi was very indifferent to the ongoing war and the solicitation of both sides.
Of course, there are always exceptions.
One day, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Sheng Qi.
A brief and concise conversation began.
It didn't take too long, but at the end of the conversation, Sheng Qi was particularly dazed.
It seemed that he heard something that made it difficult for him to stay calm.
For a long time, he took a deep breath.
Sheng Qi changed his mind.
The Western Fleet abandoned its warships and turned back into the Western Expeditionary Force.
A march began, with Sheng Qi's shouts.
I don't know what Sheng Qi heard, and I don't know what kind of promises Sheng Qi got.
In short, after a fierce march day and night with almost no rest, the Western Expeditionary Force finally arrived at this battlefield successfully.
Then, in the war between the temple guards and the senior rat priests, they chose to hit the rat priests without hesitation.
This was a very unexpected thing.
It laid the foundation for the victory or defeat of this war.
Of course, the temple guards did not do things too radically. After all, it is an indisputable fact that this twisted empire cannot do without these very restless guys.
It's just obvious that the party that lost the war obviously has no capital to resist.