Chapter 373, Scarlet Blessing, Bloody Storm
Each intelligent creature, when there are enough of them, may have some extremely special individuals, individuals who are born different from others.
They are extremely talented, they can write history, and they are also the most desperate.
Lao Yanggu, an old goblin elder, a smart guy who doesn't look like a goblin.
Since he first witnessed the harvest of goblins by the rat farmer, he has no joy in his life. He can no longer run wildly on the grassland and shout loudly like an ordinary goblin.
He wants to change something.
But until he is old, he has not changed anything.
Until now, there is a chance.
On the vast grassland, the goblin who was pushed onto the high platform was roaring loudly. In the distance, a small army of ratmen appeared at the end of the field of vision. The scale was not large. Compared with them, this group of ratmen was really pitiful.
Old Sheep Bone doesn't seek much now. He can even tolerate the ratmen taking away all the old goblins regularly, but he can never accept such unscrupulous bullying.
Of course, there is not much he can do.
He can do what he has now.
He relies on long-term observation of the ratmen and uses the ratmen's own rules.
He uses the ratmen farmers' intimidation of other ratmen and their mutual vigilance.
It is not easy to achieve this step.
It's just a pity that this old goblin wants more. He wants to kill as many ratmen as possible and force the ratmen to negotiate or compromise with him.
Like before, after determining the number of ratmen in the distance, this group of goblins decided to take the initiative to attack.
Amid the roar, the goblins began to run wildly, densely packed, with all kinds of things in their hands, sticks, stones, bone sticks, ratmen's spears, some old magic guns, and all kinds of messy things.
A large part of them were snatched from the hands of the swallowed rat farmers. These unlucky guys were really beaten by their own livestock.
But even if the goblins snatched these old magic guns, they would not be able to use them, and there was no way to use them. Magic weapons are a system. For example, when the bones dug out from the dark abyss are used up, these magic guns are immediately no different from an ordinary iron rod, and they are even more inconvenient than ordinary iron rods.
The current war mode of these guys is exactly the same as that of the rats in the wild era.
Gathered together, a huge crowd, rushing towards the enemy, but it is a pity that the rats are no longer the rats of the wild era.
Times have changed.
The rats at the end of the field of vision are half-dispersed into a long and narrow formation on the vast grassland here. The front row half-crouched, raised the long spears in their hands, and started firing in a volley in the waving flags.
Round after round of green beams splashed from afar, like raindrops, and the charging goblins kept falling.
This scene appeared again and again on the battle line with humans and ratmen three years ago. Now, it is finally the goblins' turn to experience such a scene.
These goblins are better than the ratmen in the wild era. When they gather in large numbers, their morale is much higher than that of the ratmen.
It's just that the faster you charge, the faster you die.
One by one, small magic cannons were pushed onto the battlefield, and various pieces of iron and steel pillars were poured into the barrels. After the goblins got closer, these magic cannons were uniformly activated, and a large amount of iron fragments, wrapped in mixed soul power and mottled elemental power, gushed out from the barrels of these thick-headed cannons.
These are shotguns, with first-rate effects. Even if the guys are wearing enchanted armor, they can be easily shot into sieves, not to mention the goblins who have no protection at all. If they are closer, they will be directly shot into a ball of blood mist.
These tall rats began to withdraw these shotguns.
These are valuable things, and they cannot be easily damaged.
The situation is very bad, and the morale of the goblins on the front line has reached its limit.
Lao Yanggu is very anxious, but he can't do anything about this situation.
However, it seems that God has blessed the rats. The rats stopped shooting, and their precarious morale stabilized, and they were about to rush to the group of rats.
Those who can win, will definitely win.
Lao Yanggu's face showed an irrepressible ecstasy.
But, is it really like this?
On the other side, in the Skaven army, Black Hair's expression did not change at all when facing the Goblins that were about to rush over.
He just shouted in a normal way.
"Kill them!"
The Storm Rats took off the shields behind them. The magic guns in their hands were not actually misfired yet. They were just taking them out to test their quality. Their new leader seemed to be unfamiliar with magic weapons.
As elite warriors in the Skaven Empire, the first type of professional warriors, all Storm Rats are warriors, professional warriors. They are very cultured and have the widest selection of equipment. They are real all-rounders.
Just like now.
Tower shields were taken off the backs of these storm rats, and the spears were held in their hands and dropped, just nesting in the reserved spear holes on the tower shields. At a very fast speed, a new formation appeared.
Like an arrow, the sharp direction was pointed at the surging goblins.
The emergence of magic energy resistance structures allowed the concept of shields and defensive formations to appear on the battlefield again, and storm rats were the most suitable for this concept.
Not long ago, these guys were still on the northern coast of humans, rushing forward in a standard phalanx against the magic energy beams on the battlefield.
Holding these specially treated defensive shields high, these guys can even survive the human elemental chaos cannons as long as they are not in the central area.
Of course, all this comes at a price. The cost of this magic resistance shield is simply amazingly high, and often after one or two battles, the magic resistance effect will be reduced due to structural damage.
If you want to build such an army, you not only need to invest a large amount of blood mushrooms to purchase equipment at one time, but also prepare a logistics group that can repair these magic resistance equipment, or sign a long-term maintenance contract with those industrial zones like vampires.
It is a waste to use such things to beat goblins. I am afraid that a thousand goblins are barely enough to maintain the cost of a magic resistance tower shield, and ten thousand goblins are enough to purchase the cost of a magic resistance tower shield.
This is actually burning blood mushrooms!
Of course, these are not what Heimao needs to consider. He is now eating the big customers.
No matter how much it costs, this is a problem that the rat leaders have to think about, not what Heimao has to consider.
Endless goblins screamed and bumped into them. These short and ugly things waved the ridiculous things in their hands, pretending to intimidate something.
But, they are too weak.
Too weak, weak guys are nothing!
A killing started, pairs of scarlet eyes, these storm rats, hiding behind tall tower shields, grinning wantonly and sharply, for them, killing goblins is just a game.
A game with no difficulty.
Sharp spears pierced out from behind the tower shields, piercing through the bodies, and then pulled back, scarlet blood gushed out, the big shields in the hands of the storm rats were stained red, and their faces were also stained red.
The smell of blood made them more and more excited and fanatical, with piercing laughter, low whispers, and suddenly conveyed, crazy shouting.
Wantonly creating killings, wantonly mocking the enemy, mixed with the pious chanting of the great gods, these contradictory big things, all appeared on these guys at this moment.
"Weak trash, humble servants, long live the great God! Unintelligent fools, only death awaits you, death! Death! Death! Everything is for the great God!"
In the frenzy, some faint scarlet breath gathered in the hands of these executioners.
Running like a storm is not the limit of these guys. Du Yuan's gift exists in every ratman's body. Killing will bring transformation, and the howling storm will also be stained with blood.
The scarlet blessing will make all powerful ratmen warriors embark on the road of slaughter.
The scarlet eyes that cannot be erased in the battle will one day become the nightmare of all intelligent life.
The storm rats and black hairs that gradually went berserk in the killing set off a massacre. This so-called uprising, the turmoil that a goblin hero planned for a lifetime, this so-called goblin kingdom.
All these things have become a joke at this moment.
Being killed alive, killed to collapse, killed to fall apart in fear.
The battle lasted a whole day.
The grassland was full of goblin corpses, and the scarlet grassland became more vivid in the watering of blood.
The old goblin wise man, the goblin hero.
Standing blankly in the pile of corpses, looking at everything around him in a daze, he might not understand why, why he had so many goblins, twenty times, thirty times, forty times more than the storm rats in the hands of the black-haired, so many goblins, but still lost.
Everything is over.
The ratman general who held the big sword in one hand was covered with blood, covered with the blood of goblins, and the big sword in his hand was full of gaps, but he still stood, slowly pacing on this chaotic battlefield, and the big sword in his hand fell on any goblin with a faint sound.
This old goblin has a good prestige. Those goblin boys, the goblin boys who climbed up from the battlefield, actually wanted to take him away.
But this was not a wise move. The gathering of goblins attracted the attention of the black-haired rat.
His scarlet eyes passed through the goblin boys and fell on Lao Yanggu.
Without much effort, the goblin boys around him fell one by one in the hands of the dwarf rat general. The storm rats that had finished killing on the battlefield approached their leader.
One by one, the bloody rats appeared in front of Lao Yanggu.
Unspeakable fear appeared in Lao Yanggu's heart. He seemed to have faced such a scene a long, long time ago.
On the harvest day of an unknown year.
All the goblins around him were captured, and those who dared to resist were killed on the spot. There were several corpses scattered on the grassland, and he was also lifted up high by a ratman.
That day, he was repeatedly compared in front of a stick.
It was not until later that he gradually understood that the stick was a yardstick for the ratmen to judge whether the goblins were worthy of being harvested.
He was a little short, just a little short, and that little short was qualified.
He was let go that day, but the deep fear and resentment of the ratmen were also planted.
He clenched his teeth tightly and raised the bone staff in his hand high. This shiny bone staff came from an old goat wandering on the grassland.
But before he swung the stick in his hand, the big sword fell down, and the mottled big sword decisively cut off his head.
Blood gushed out, and the head rolled on the ground.
What Heimao didn't know was that he had achieved a rare achievement, killing a hero.
Of course, it is possible that he still disdains it after knowing it, after all, he is just a goblin hero.
After the battle, the riot caused by the goblins was finally calmed down, and the harvest could be carried out normally.
In this battle, Heimao lost some storm rats in his hands, a not-so-large number, two thousand. Later, he only needs to find those rat lords to make up for it. This is not a very bad deal.
After all, the surviving storm rats have become stronger.
As for the dead goblins, it is difficult to count the number, one million, two million, I don’t know how many died, and Heimao has no interest in this.
Just abandon these goblins here randomly.
There is not even any interest in holding a sacrifice, and he left in a hurry after everything is over.
Heimao has no idea of promoting this victory for himself. He doesn’t want to get the title of Goblin Killer or Goblin Destroyer for nothing.
This is not an honor, but a naked humiliation.
Soon after, the battlefield returned to silence. No one cared about the goblin corpses covering the entire grassland, except for some goblins who returned.
These noisy guys felt a little sad about their companions' corpses, but this sadness did not last long.
Soon, their attention was attracted by the things left on the battlefield.
All kinds of messy things were their treasures. The noisy voices echoed on the grassland again. On the pile of corpses, the goblins were snatching all kinds of rare things.
A group of noisy guys, whose lives were as tenacious as weeds, and whose hearts were particularly big.