Chapter 394, Black Greedy Flame

Chapter 394, Black Greedy Flame

The result of this attempt is unknown, but the crew members of this reconnaissance ship are very secretive about it, and the maintenance boy has become a little more crazy since this day.

The rats seem to have brought a lot of surprises to these guys.

They have glimpsed some strange things from the skills of the unlucky guy.

Or maybe it's not the rats.

After all, the most taboo thing in this area has never been the rats.

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The bubble burst, and suddenly, the depression and decadence seemed to sweep the rat empire again.

All the guys were wailing.

Except for the greedy guys in the waste city.

This crisis came at the right time.

After these guys in the waste city completed their first high-altitude exploration.

When the reputation of these guys was at its peak.

Combined with the sickle that had been prepared long ago and raised high, the effect was unexpectedly good. A large number of ratmen who grabbed wealth on this ocean, in the panic brought by the crisis, which was like a tsunami, called out the worthless ocean farms at jaw-dropping prices.

The blood mushrooms also flowed into the pockets of the rat priests like a tsunami.

This unexpectedly good effect surprised the rat priests.

The flame of greed burned vigorously.

It almost dyed the flame of desire into a turbid black color unique to greed. Even the chaotic space where Du Yuan fell was affected by these guys.

Such a surging and jumping flame of greed made Du Yuan more troubled.

The ears and thoughts seemed to be cleared. All other sounds of desire, resentful whispers, pious hymns, and these messy things were almost squeezed out by the greedy desire.

"More blood mushrooms! More blood mushrooms! More blood mushrooms!"

"Blood mushrooms! Blood mushrooms! Blood mushrooms! Blood mushrooms!"

It's annoying, it's a great alarm clock, even the irresistible sleepiness that was wrapped around Du Yuan was temporarily subsided.

It's unbearable.

In the dead and empty world, the lonely god sitting on the throne stretched out his hand.

It's been a long time since he made a move, but it's not a miracle, it's not destroying the world, it's not brewing a conspiracy, or anything else.

Just resting on the armrest of the skeleton throne, the index finger kept rising and falling.

For some reason, I saw a bit of impatient irritability on the face of this terrifying and great god.

The Waste Slag City has obtained the qualification to lead the advancement of the Rat Empire in such a decadent situation.

Business, blood mushrooms, and greedy desires have become the main body of the Rat Empire in this idle countertrend.

The exploration of the starry sky replaced those completed temples and became the new breakthrough for saving the Skaven Empire, which was launched by Sheng Qi and led by the Skaven Council.

Those great temples that cost countless blood gold and resources finally fell completely.

But the ceremony of falling was not grand enough, not enough, not fanatical enough.

In fact, this is not difficult to understand.

It can only be said that in difficult times, even these little lunatics can't raise their heads.

Like a beast crushed by a heavy object.

Always have to run around every day for a bite of food, a piece of blood mushroom, or a glass of mushroom wine.

Not as barbaric as before, or maybe the population of the Skaven is too large and has completely broken the carrying limit of the environment, and it can't be so barbaric.

Eat bark, eat insects, eat grass, eat corpses, chew mud, and do everything.

In fact, in theory, the current Skavens are much more durable than the original Skavens at the beginning, but there is no way to do these things.

There are too many people and the place is too small.

If famine really breaks out, the little bit of bark and grass is not enough for these ratmen to share.

And there is no place for famine. How can I say it? Even if life was hard before, they could still fight with the surrounding heretics. Now the whole planet belongs to the ratmen, who can they fight with?

With those rat priests or with those temple guards.

Don't joke, the ratmen are always more professional in suppressing ratmen than slaughtering heretics. This is a kind of inheritance.

The hard-working guys are scrambling for every possible employment. The ratmen in every city are busy every day. The magnificent temple that fell down, except for the big figures in the ratman empire and the temple guards stationed there, there were not many other ratmen visiting for a while.

On the ground of the furnace city, the dazzling golden stairs stretched up, and the end was a huge temple made of blood gold, as tall as a hill.

The blood pool is engraved with complex patterns, with extremely gorgeous pillars and murals of ratman epics. The temple guards stand solemnly in this temple to protect it.

The only drawback is that there are not so many ratmen worshipping in this blood-gold temple.

It is even a bit sparse.

Except for those true fanatics and ratman lords with all kinds of luxurious things hanging on their bodies, there are no other guys visiting.

It reminds people of the huge statue standing next to the industrial zone of the desolate mountains.

Recently, in the black smoke that has been continuously spewing out of the industrial zone, the golden color of the huge statue that was once dazzling has completely faded and has become bumpy.

The rats seemed to be transformed by the black smoke.

They became different in the roaring machine.

Of course, this change may not be voluntary.

It is more of a passive change that has to be accepted.

Du Yuan also noticed this, but he did not interfere.

The source of all this is the greed that is boiling and transforming.

The group of rat priests who dominate all this, or are dominated by all this, and the vain and noisy waste city seem to be leading the entire rat empire to another path.

Are the rats also going to be washed away by the madness and hysteria in the extreme greed?

But it seems not necessarily.

In a very marginal resource city.

As usual, the big claw priest who guards the mine whips the slave rats who failed to meet the requirements.

A thin guy was hung high up.

At this time, he was wailing and shouting in fear.

However, the big-clawed priest who took action did not hold back at all. He whipped down the skinny guy who was hung up, and not only that.

This whipping was aimed at all the slave rats in this mine.

This was a kind of intimidation, a threat and a declaration.

In order to maintain his own majesty.

This resource city can be operated and not abandoned, relying on the copper mine with a fairly good reserve.

The construction of those super palaces and the pursuit of blood gold by the rats have kept this city alive to this day.

However, with the mining year after year, the blood gold mine on which this border city depends for its survival is gradually drying up.

The mine tunnels extend to the dark underground.

Ropes and breathing holes are connected to each other in the complex tunnels, which also makes the mining difficulty of these last few minerals reach an unparalleled level.

In the past, this problem was easy to solve.

It was nothing more than asking his employer, the lord of this rat city, to buy more slave rats.

Then the problem was naturally solved.

But since the new surveyor hired by the rat lord not long ago.

It can only be that the colleagues are really enemies. How could he not know that this vein was about to run out? Of course he knew it.

He just deliberately didn't say it. After all, if he opened the mine here for one more day, the reward would be one more day.

As expected, after the damn guy reported the situation of this vein, the rat lord showed the idea of ​​giving up this mine.

It seems that this job will not last long.

When he thought of this, the mood of the big claw priest became even worse.

However, although he was in a bad mood, he did not perfunctorily do much about the mining.

The big claw priests always like to claim to be professional, although it is really difficult to evaluate whether these guys are professional or not.

It's just that when the rat lord was obviously going to evacuate, some situations were still unavoidable.

For example, the slave rats and various mining machines that could not be replenished, and the indicators that were only higher than before.

In order to achieve this target, the big claw priests had to drive the group of slave rats in their hands in an overloaded state.

In the past, this was a very wasteful strategy, but now, these slave rats are not worth worrying about.

The strategy of using the rat freemen in the Waste Slag City has gradually been brought to various places.

The price of slave rats is also getting lower and lower. Recently, many peers who have opened breeding houses have started to sell them off or move towards high-quality products.

He was a little gloating about this. After all, in the past, those big claw priests who opened breeding houses were often considered to be the better ones among them.

Whether it is status or wealth, it is not comparable to him as a mine head. Seeing that group of guys in trouble, he can't help but feel happy.

Although when he was gloating, he couldn't help feeling a little sad.

After all, those guys are indeed not doing well, but these mine heads are also not doing well, or in other words, most of the big claw priests are not doing well.

The Big Claw Priests and the Ratman Priests are both messengers of the Great God, at least the Big Claw Priests are sure of this, but it must be admitted that most of the Big Claw Priests are barely in the middle level of the Ratman Empire, and their ability to resist crises is only slightly better than those slave rats and free people.

In these years, the blood mushrooms in his hands are getting less and less, and the rewards for organizing mining and driving those slave rats are getting less and less. Those damn vampires, those ratman priests, and those ratman priests in the waste city are even beginning to be unwilling to give blood mushrooms as rewards.

Instead, they began to use molten blood gold as rewards.

Damn, as a serious Big Claw Priest, how could he not know the true face of blood gold? It is nothing more than a few minerals smelted, and those blast furnaces in the industrial zone are all flowing out in batches.

This made him very angry.

But no matter how angry he was, he was ultimately powerless.

Those greedy vampires deserved to die, but at least the blood gold could be exchanged for something tangible from them, so he had to accept it.

This was also the reason why he cherished the job of mining under this rat lord.

At least these rat lords gave real blood mushrooms, not iron ore, copper ore and the like.

So in order to survive for a few more days, this big claw priest was also very fierce for those indicators.

He raised the indicators of the slave rats several times at once. In these few days, it almost reached the terrifying level of doubling every day.

And began to randomly select a slave rat who did not meet the indicator every day to whip it as a deterrent.

During the whipping, the wailing became weaker and weaker, and the unlucky guy who was picked today was beaten to death on the stake.

At this time.

The big claw priest walked up to the simple high platform leisurely, thinking of the roar of the slave rats in front of him, and announced the doubling of the indicators again.

Every slave rat, today, must carry out ore that is twice their weight from the copper mine that is about to be mined out, otherwise, this guy who was beaten to death will be their fate.

In such intimidation.

One by one, the slave rats lowered their heads.

The big claw priest was very satisfied with this, but what he didn't notice was that pairs of sneaky eyes appeared in the slave rat group.

In the underground tunnel, a large number of slave rats were running wildly with hideous faces. The inferior leather was cut into strips and held in the hands of these guys. As they waved, flying stones were thrown out.

Some rat warriors tried to suppress them.

But these slave rats who saw blood were far crazier than expected.

"Kill them!

Tear them apart!

They don't want us to live!

Damn guys!"

Even the magic guns couldn't scare them away.

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Not long after.

A message spread in the rat empire about an inconspicuous border city, a resource city where the minerals were about to run out.

The slave rat riot destroyed this resource city, and even a rat lord who had hoarded a large number of blood mushrooms and was about to move to the waste city to live was unfortunately killed.

This is an insignificant piece of news. The biggest highlight may be the blood mushrooms that the ratman lord has hoarded.

It may be 10,000, 100,000, or even more, so that every ratman who talks about this rumor will sigh at the bad luck and stupidity of the ratman lord, and then, then nothing.

It didn't even make a big splash.

After all, who cares if a resource city with almost exhausted resources is destroyed in a slave rat riot.

It's just an insignificant riot.