Chapter 369, Betting on Both Sides and Advancing Again

Chapter 369, Betting on Both Sides and Advancing Again

Qi got a new appointment, or a deal.

The wealthy temple guards didn't care much about the spoils Qi got, but to gain their support, Qi had to do better.

The battle on the front battlefield of Lianyan Province continued. The big man among the temple guards asked Qi to cross the river as soon as possible, burn and destroy more, and attract more power and attention from the Youyan people.

Qi took the deal.

Ten times more abundant resources than what he selected in the Twin Fortress last time began to gather towards him in the call of the rat warriors.

The temple guards didn't urge him any more. They were much more professional than those rat lords. At least they wouldn't yell at the front line after the war.

A group of chattering guys arrived faster than the team sent by the temple guards to transport supplies. These guys appeared from various places and gathered at the foot of this towering mountain. They seemed to be a little worried. At the beginning, they didn't even dare to get too close, until the old big claw priest walked out of the fortress on the top of the mountain.

Completely without any worries, a simple market appeared at the foot of the mountain, and all kinds of ratmen appeared here.

Noisy and noisy.

Strictly speaking, this is not a particularly suitable place to hold a market, it is too close to the front line.

But in fact, they came here for nothing and there was no more cover.

These guys raised their heads from time to time, and their eyes fell on the fortress at the top of the mountain, with expectation, excitement, and greed.

This is also part of the deal. The flag used the trade rights in exchange for the slave rats used to open the way.

After the war, more thinking must be done. This is a delicate deal.

If you have to make a choice, it might be more appropriate to tear up the deal. Even though reputation is useful to the rats, in fact, except for the oaths made in front of the gods, you'd better keep a few thoughts on everything else.

After all, the other party in the deal is just an old big-clawed priest.

And if you give these to the temple guards, although they don't seem to care about Qi's little bit, this can also be regarded as a tendency, a way to express loyalty.

Qi obviously can't leave the temple guards now.

And it doesn't mean that if you give these spoils to the temple guards, they won't give rewards. The generosity of these guys is obvious to all.

How to choose?

Qi had to think about it. He had to admit that he was facing the situation now. Holding on to the temple guards tightly was the wisest choice.

But on the other hand, he also couldn't forget the choice of the temple guards without hesitation after the war just started and what they experienced in the past three years.

After thinking for a long time, Qi chose a compromise.

The commission that Qi takes from his rat warriors is not serious. It has not changed since the day it was decided. Qi only takes one tenth.

In this war, as the rat warriors plundered this high mountain fortress, they did have a lot of messy but valuable things in their hands.

Weapons, armor, war equipment, some blue eyes, some messy books, stone bricks with complex patterns, murals, it can be said that everything in this fortress, as long as it can be disassembled, was swept away by this group of fanatical guys.

After Qi chose to default, these guys went down the mountain with large and small bags of things.

The fragments of weapons and armor will be bought back for repair, or simply re-smelted. The small weapons workshops in every rat city will do this to supply the rat mercenaries running around and the rat farmers who are fighting almost all the time.

The same is true for siege equipment. Although the war equipment produced by the rats is extremely large, most of it is directly supplied to the army. Those huge rat industrial areas will not pay attention to these ordinary rat guys.

So after those slightly larger rat mercenaries and farmers have the demand for more powerful firepower, these things dragged down from the battlefield have become popular.

The dark blue eyes are real hard currency. Those messy books will also be of interest to some rat priests. As for the various objects engraved with complex patterns, the rats have an indescribable love for those complex patterns.

The market at the foot of the mountain suddenly became very lively. Rat warriors dragged, pulled, and held various things wandered in the market.

And some of the things that the rat warriors tinkered with were really too exaggerated.

A rough stone lion, which seemed to be the symbol of the magic army in the fortress, originally stood in the center of the fortress, but was pried off by this guy, and not only pried it off, but also dragged down the mountain?

How did he do this!

It was really too exaggerated.

Of course, it was not just such an exaggerated and puzzling scene, there were also some interesting things circulating in this gathering.

A ratman warrior took out a short-barreled magic rifle from the package behind him.

This is a very rare thing.

What is even more bizarre is the endless stream of words coming out of the mouth of this rat warrior.

"This must be a good thing. I found it in the house of the boss of that group of heretics. It was under the table, and even the flag boss didn't find it!"

The big claw priest standing opposite him fell into thought for his description.

Fiddling with the short-barreled magic rifle in his hand.

As the war continued, both sides actually had certain insights into their own weapons, but there was no such situation of fighting with each other's weapons.

Whether it was the ratmen or the ghost-eyed people, the energy sources they used were not compatible. Simply relying on the seizure could not sustain a cruel and long war.

It's just that such a short-barreled magic rifle is indeed valuable.

"I can buy it and pay you with blood mushrooms, but before that I want to try to see if this can be used."

"Okay, okay, just give me the blood mushrooms. This is unique. I only have it here. It's definitely a good thing!"

As he said, the rat warrior found some gray crystals from the backpack behind him.

Then he handed it to the big claw priest in front of him.

After charging, the magic pattern on the short-barreled magic rifle was slightly lit.

It can be activated.

He pulled the trigger towards the sky while thinking.

Then, a huge noise appeared in the market.

A very thick magic beam burst out from the short-barreled rifle, and then exploded in an instant, hitting everything in front of him in a standard fan shape.

The big claw priest sat on the ground with such a violent noise, almost rolling over, with obvious confusion on his face.

The rat warrior carrying a huge bag saw this situation and realized that it was not good, and ran away in an instant.

Not long after, the angry curses of the big claw priest rang out in the market, but the rat warrior carrying a huge package ran away.

Of course, this is not the worst situation for the big claw priest. The worst thing is that a group of short rats surrounded him. Of course, this is not to rob or anything else.

Instead, they were doing something very ordinary, collecting taxes.

The guards of the flag took the initiative to help him shoulder the task of collecting taxes, and their targets of taxation were not only the ratmen warriors who sold spoils, but also the big claw priests who bought spoils.

The most determined followers of the flag seemed to think that the flag was too disadvantaged, or something else, and they kept a straight face, and the tax collection process was also quite harsh and tricky.

For example, at this moment, the big claw priest who had just finished rolling on the ground and was covered with dust jumped up as if his tail was stepped on.

He widened his eyes.

"I didn't buy it! I didn't want it and I didn't pay for the blood mushroom! Why should I pay taxes!"

He roared loudly, but he couldn't resist more and more guards surrounding him.

Of course, this was not a forced sale, but no matter what, this thing was in the hands of the big claw priest, it was a transaction, even if both parties to the transaction did not recognize the establishment of the transaction.

They are the guards of the Great Flag. They will not violate the principles set by the Great Flag, but no one can escape what they should hand over.

You can deny it, but you must pay taxes. This is what the Great Flag deserves!

…………, a very weird logic.

The Big Claw Priest finally handed over the tax he should pay, a blood mushroom, to the ratman in front of him with a twisted expression.

As for the short-handled rifle, he threw it on the trailer behind him.

Maybe the ratman warrior did not lie, because the short-handled rifle was indeed engraved with a lion's head.

Of course, although these miscellaneous things have a certain value, they cannot attract these guys to come here at the cost of their efforts. The most important part of the division of this war is the captured slaves.

The magic army in the fortress is indeed tenacious and powerful, but the ordinary militiamen who were recruited do not have such a tenacious will.

The army under the banner captured more than 10,000 ghost-eyed human captives in this war. At the moment when the war was stalemated for a long time, this was an extremely expensive wealth.

It was also the main purpose of these rats coming here.

Crazy offers, one after another jaw-dropping prices were constantly bursting out. In the end, an ordinary ghost-eyed human captive was even quoted as a high price of 500 blood mushrooms.

In this way, these guys were still bidding and fighting for these captives.

The compromise of the banner was here. He did not stop his rat warriors from selling these captives, but his share, one-tenth of his share, was kept. Soon, these more than a thousand ghost-eyed human captives and the batch of ghost blue eyes he intercepted will be sent to the Twin Fortress.

These are regarded as a show of goodwill and closeness to the temple, and on the other hand, his choice is also an explanation to the other group of guys who invested in him in this war.

In short, Qi chose to be a fence-sitter, and not just a fence-sitter, because Qi also reaped the huge profits from selling prisoners.

After all, his taxes were not only levied on the rat warriors, but also on those who traded here.

In any case, he made no loss at all.

Not long after, with the sale of the last batch of prisoners, the once bustling small market naturally became quiet and dissipated.

After this trade, Qi and his rat warriors had a lot more blood mushrooms in their hands.

Of course, Qi undoubtedly made more money.

The team of the temple guards transporting supplies arrived, and all kinds of things piled up in front of Qi, making Qi more excited.

With these, he could undoubtedly raise more troops and do more things.

This was what he wanted when he joined the temple guards.

The arrival of supplies made Qi excited, but although he was excited, Qi did not forget what he had to do.

A group of captured ghost-eyed people, these good sacrifices, were handed over by him to the leader of the ratman team, and a group of rich blood mushrooms were also handed over.

All of a sudden, he and the team leader had a good chat. When they parted, the team leader told Qi that he would bring some good things to Qi next time he came.

From then on, everything was perfect.

Qi gained a lot and finally became rich.

War or winning a war is indeed the best way to grab everything you want in the ratman empire.

In this very short time, Qi lived up to the three years of desolation.

Everything was obtained so easily.

However, it is not without problems and hidden dangers. After embarking on this path and starting to grab in the war, the things you can choose will become less and less.

In this deformed country, either you keep winning and get everything, or you will be beaten back to the circle in failure.

After a short period of preparation, Qi led a larger army and began to march towards the other side of the river.

He left this mountain fortress to the old Great Claw priest, and he said to the old man.

"If I come back alive, if I win, then I will come back, come back here, and bring back my achievements and my spoils."