Chapter 367, Victory, Winner
The slave rats walked onto the battlefield in fear as they were driven away by the Big Claw Priest.
They are a group of cheap guys, and even if they die, they will not make anyone worry about them more.
Driven to climb up the mountain, they trembled in fear to dig out the hard stone wall. The slave rats carved out stone steps one after another, forming a trail leading to the top of the mountain.
This didn't seem realistic until the trail gradually began to stretch.
The Dark Eye human defenders in the fortress finally became a little more eager. More things were poured down, and countless slave rats fell down. These guys were too cheap.
It is even far worthless than the rolling logs poured down by the human coalition forces in the mountain fortress.
The trail continued upward, among the mountains of slave rat carcasses.
In just ten days, the slave rats carried by the Big Claw priests had been exhausted. How many slave rats died, it is difficult to calculate, two hundred thousand, three hundred thousand, or more.
Hard to know.
The next batch of slave rats will arrive in three days, but Flag is no longer willing to wait any longer.
A comprehensive general offensive is about to begin.
Before the general attack began, Qi specifically found Heimao. Neither the Storm Rats nor Heimao participated in the previous attack. Even if Qi didn't like these overly arrogant Storm Rats, he still had to admit that consuming these guys was a waste of time for that towering mountain. In climbing, this is undoubtedly a waste.
Qi stared intently at the dark, short mouse in front of him.
He said to him word for word.
"You have to board that fortress, and you have to help me win this war!"
This seems to be a word that does not need to be emphasized. In fact, Kuroge is undoubtedly tied to the flag in this war.
But Qi was a little uneasy.
Not everyone can face the big gamble of being able to face the answer that is about to be revealed with calmness and excitement.
Qi is not a gambler, although he has been gambling along the way.
Black Hair raised his head.
He glanced at the flag.
"After this time, we will be clean."
A grand mobilization began.
Flag started shouting loudly again, no longer like before, endlessly emphasizing those empty words.
"Defeat them, charge to that fortress, kill them all, and I will give you a reward, blood mushrooms, everything you want!"
Yes, he can indeed provide these now. After all, what else can these ordinary rat warriors want? They are nothing more than blood mushrooms and rank. At this time, the people gathered around Qi looked at him with fanatical eyes. The rat guards who were guarding him, the guards who were displayed like signs in front of all the rat warriors, the flag guards, were enough to prove all this.
Mobilization is very effective.
The rapid breathing and slight commotion showed the excitement of these guys.
Of course, the rat warlord is a big shot, and he can easily promise these lowly guys everything they want.
It's just that it's not that easy to become a real rat warlord.
Resources, prestige, power, any of these are missing.
Flag's promise does not expire, but it only has a prerequisite. To win this war, at least for now, Flag still needs the support of the temple guards to become a true rat warlord.
charge! The charge begins!
Stirring desire can make these young rat people put aside their fear, until blood and death burst out in front of them, but there is no turning back.
Anyone who retreats or wavers will be executed, and the black muzzles are set up behind all the ratmen.
Amid the angry roar of the flag, he ran wildly along the path dug out. This path soaked in blood indeed made this charge much easier.
The young rats quickly crossed the fatal mountainside line, but the trail was not completely dug.
The last third is left.
In the almost non-stop harassment and consumption, many materials in the fortress have been consumed. The rolling logs, boulders, kerosene, arrows, and even the gray light beam are much sparser.
However, the excellent geographical location still made the progress of the rat people extremely difficult.
This last third of the distance is particularly difficult.
At this time, a surprise force is needed.
The Storm Rats broke out from the dense crowd of ordinary rat warriors without any warning, climbing up at an extremely fast speed, and suddenly stood out from the crowd, making it difficult for people to react.
The defenders in this fortress were very tired.
The big-clawed priests who drove the slave rats to climb were a little more ruthless than the flags. During those ten long days, the slave rats climbed up almost without a moment's rest, until the last slave rat also climbed up. Falling off the cliff, his eyes widened among the piles of corpses.
Heimao held a metal buckler in his hand and rushed to the front of all the rat men. With such conspicuousness, he naturally became the easiest target.
A beam of lightning struck the buckler in Heimao's hand. In the instinctive convulsion of his body, the small buckler in his hand fell from his hand and began to fall down the cliff.
It seemed that he was about to face death, but it was too disgraceful to make such an embarrassing exit.
Until an angry roar appeared.
A big sword full of gaps hit the hard rock wall hard, inserted into it, and fixed Heimao's falling figure.
But his current situation is not good. His hair is standing up and there is a faint smell of burnt black.
The lightning seemed to anger him. He pulled out the big sword stuck in the cliff and almost stopped making any defensive moves. He roared and climbed up at a faster speed, and even the storm rats that were taller than ordinary ratmen climbed up madly.
Until the last leap.
In this crazy climb, only 3,000 of the 5,000 storm rats survived and fought on the wall with Black Hair. Even though these guys are indeed stronger and taller than ordinary ratmen, it is obvious that these cannot help them cope with this dangerous battlefield well.
After all, falling from such a height, whether you are a slave rat or a rat troll with extremely tenacious vitality, the final result is not much different.
And climbing up this fortress and standing on the wall where the wind is howling, this is not the end.
The tragic fight is about to begin.
The black hair on his body stood up, and under his feet was a wide-eyed wizard. The lightning just now was dropped by him.
It's not that he didn't have any injuries.
His left arm was hit by a magic beam during the sprint just now, leaving a charred hole. Fortunately, this shot did not hit his bones. The big sword in his hand was inserted into the corpse under his feet, and the sharp claws of his left hand were inserted into the wound left by the magic beam.
The charred flesh was dug out alive, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot and turned red in the severe pain.
The blood flowed out of the flesh again, and for a while he even wanted to kneel on the ground in pain.
Gritting his teeth, he trembled and pulled off the leather bag on his waist, and one by one the blood mushrooms were poured into his mouth.
The crazy fight has begun.
The warriors of the Dark Eyes Human Magical Machinery Army drew out their war hammers. In the sleepless defense, the mental state of these guys was extremely bad. Their eyes were red and their expressions were a bit dazed.
But it did not prevent them from resolutely drawing their weapons towards the storm rats who climbed the city wall in the unspeakable hatred.
The hatred between the two sides seemed to need no explanation.
They fought each other on this not-so-wide city wall.
Even though their respective technologies were constantly improving, both humans and ratmen devoted more energy to those huge and dangerous war machines.
The power and accuracy of magic firearms have been improving, but there seems to be no trend of evolving towards more types and application scenarios.
When they were close to each other, the brutal close combat and the slashing with cold weapons were still the first option without a doubt.
It was hard to say who led whom to this wrong path.
But it didn't matter, anyway, the ultimate goal was to kill the opponent.
Fierce faces, red eyes, hatred, and a fight to the death.
It was just a little unexpected that these human warriors who kept coming seemed to be too tenacious, or they had no choice but to be tenacious.
This was the last chance to repel the ratman's attack. If these storm rats could gain a foothold, there would be almost no suspense about what would happen next. Such scenes had happened many times in human fortresses and cities.
Continuously pressing forward, this narrow wall even became a help for the storm rats.
In the brutal battle, both sides were constantly dying.
Some of the storm rats could not hold on until the roar of the black hair sounded.
He would keep his promise in exchange for the flag saving his life.
Dragging the drooping left arm, he pulled out his big sword full of gaps from the corpse under him.
At this time, a series of fireballs flew over. In panic, the storm rats raised their shields high and formed a shield wall above their heads. Amid the explosion, the guy dragging the big sword rushed out from the crowd of storm rats and broke into the battle in a spear-like posture. He did not retreat at all and even began to counterattack with the storm rats.
In the fierce delay of Black Hair and Storm Rats, more and more ratmen climbed up and climbed up the fortress on the high mountain. There was a mess everywhere.
But the battle has not stopped. Due to the glorious record of the rats, the surrender of the enemy can almost be regarded as an unrealistic thing for the rats.
The battle became more intense. If the human warriors might have had some hope in the previous battle, hoping to push the storm rats down, then now, they are more desperate and self-destructive.
The chaos and fighting lasted for a long time.
The fortress was full of corpses.
Black Hair thrust the sword into the body of a guy who was resisting.
There was not much noise in the fortress.
There were not many storm rats left in his hand, but the ones who survived were more convinced of him. These arrogant guys worshipped strength more.
The flag was raised and climbed the fortress surrounded by the fanatical guards.
No matter what he paid and what he promised, he undoubtedly won now.
Black Hair dragged his wounded body towards him.
Standing in front of him.
The two sides looked at each other.
"We are done with each other."
Leaving behind this sentence, he left with the storm rats that followed him.
This guy has always shown clearly what he wants and what he wants to do on his face. He will never submit to Qi obediently.
Especially when he doesn't think Qi is such a powerful guy.
If Qi hadn't saved his life.
Qi looked at the back of Heimao leaving and didn't do anything else. This was indeed what he promised to Heimao.
The two sides parted ways from then on.
Not long after, the old big claw priest also climbed up, but more, his expression was a bit weird, perhaps because he saw the departing Heimao.
He looked like he wanted to say something, but he finally chose to shut up. Of course, there might be another reason for him to shut up, he didn't find Qi.
At the highest point of this fortress, in an ordinary room, Qi found a guy slumped on the table. Judging from the clothes on this guy, he seemed to be the highest commander of this fortress.
Just don't know why, he didn't choose to participate in the battle.
Black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he was dead, as if he had taken some kind of poison.
Outside the room, there were frenzied shouts one after another, and the surviving rats were shouting wildly. Of course, this also foreshadowed the beginning of a riot. After all, looting after a battle is a matter of course.
Qi noticed something strange, from the body of the human commander who was lying on the table.
Before he died, his eyes seemed to be staring at a certain direction, moving in that direction, coming to a closed window and pushing it open.
But there was nothing too surprising.
It was just that the view from this fortress was indeed surprisingly good. Qi could even see things across the river from this window sill, and see a few scattered villages and endless green across the river.
He looked around and looked back in disappointment.
To be honest, Qi was very happy now, but he didn't show it.
In any case, he won.
This was the most difficult and largest war he had ever fought.
He won.
He did it!
In short, now is the time to welcome the glory that belongs to him.
Leaving this room, at the highest point of the fortress, Qi greeted the cheers of the rats.
"Qi! Qi! Great Qi!"