Chapter 400, Greedy Beast
The rioting slave rats became increasingly difficult to control in the rolling hills.
The momentum was huge and swept all around.
The mines in this rugged area supported the abuse of these guys and provided enough slave rats and soldiers.
Another mine cave fell.
A group of big claw priests were hung high.
A large number of slave rats were driven out of the mines by these compatriots who were not working. Most of the guys still had some confusion and fear on their faces.
But they had no choice in the matter.
Chaotic shouts, one by one, the big claw priests were killed in the struggle, and simple weapons were distributed to these humble guys who were just digging ore, and then they filed out in a large number.
Soon, everything calmed down.
Only this chaotic tunnel and the various destroyed and abandoned equipment were left.
The rioting rats swept all around.
Of course, they were not just destroying.
In the process of sweeping all around, some things were intentionally collected, such as blood mushrooms and soul gems.
This land, the land where the half-elf kingdom once sat, is extremely rich, and many mineral veins are hidden under the undulating mountains.
The rats will naturally not give up these riches.
In the reckless excavation and the towering blast furnaces, the environment of this area has been getting worse and worse.
Now, the land is hardened, the rocks are exposed, and the eyes are brown everywhere, and the wind and sand are beginning to spread.
The rioting slave rats ran into a rat mercenary group that broke into this area.
The two sides began to fight in the chaos.
Compared with the fight that broke out in the grassland city not long ago, this conflict is really not good enough.
The slave rats, holding all kinds of messy things in their hands, faced a group of guys who were also messy and holding all kinds of things in their hands not far away.
The Ratman Mercenaries began to pull the trigger in the chaos, and the randomly thrown magic beams successfully stopped the slave rats from charging.
These messy guys were extremely sensitive to the death of their companions, or to put it another way, these guys were extremely cowardly.
They fled everywhere, hiding behind piles of stones, dead trees, and even the bodies of other slave rats.
They trembled and even began to pray to the great gods.
In such a situation, even if the number of this group of slave rats was a hundred times that of your Ratman mercenaries, the final situation would probably not change much.
After all, no matter how many cowardly and weak guys gathered, nothing could be changed.
These Ratman mercenaries became bolder. After witnessing such a scene, they began to put down their magic guns, and took out the ropes one by one. They seemed to want to launch a charge.
It was at this time.
Some different guys suddenly walked out of the slave rats.
These guys had particularly dull expressions, holding uniform silver-white weapons in their hands. They seemed to have no fear and rushed towards the rat mercenaries in such chaos.
A fierce exchange of fire broke out.
But at this time, the situation was reversed.
The rat mercenary group was defeated in a very short time, and even the leader did not have time to escape, and was surrounded by this group of rats who were dull but not afraid of death.
A short figure walked out from behind these stunned guys.
In the fearful expression of the leader, he raised the bloody draft in his hand high. In the crisp sound, his head was as fragile as a watermelon, and red and white splashed everywhere.
There was no end.
The short figure pulled out a piece of dark blue gem from the arms of the leader who fell to the ground in front of him.
To some extent, there are guys who have made it out of the slave rats.
After all, there are as many slave rats who run out to become the first generation of rat freemen every year, and there are also guys who have made it out of the group.
For example, the fallen rat leader was just a runaway slave rat at first, but now he has become the leader of a rat mercenary group. This is already an extremely exaggerated leap.
The story contained in it must be extremely exciting.
So why, why does the status of slave rats seem to be always like this, as the most humble guy.
The reason is actually not complicated.
These guys who came out of slave rats are no longer willing to admit that they are slave rats.
The rats always climb up. After all, the identity of slave rats can't bring them anything, so they naturally won't miss such an identity.
This group of guys is a group of very practical guys.
Let alone these slave rats, just those big claw priests, who doesn't envy those rat priests.
If I got the gift of God before growing big claws and became a real rat priest, how great it would be.
Identity labels clearly represent power and status in the Rat Empire. If there is a slight chance of climbing up, they will never be attached to their current identity labels.
Those who are proud of their identities are always a small minority in the Rat Empire.
After defeating the rat mercenaries again and again.
This group of slave rats gradually entered the sight of the big merchants in the Waste City. These guys had to admit that the cost of suppressing this group of guys was constantly rising. The rat mercenaries were also a group of very practical guys.
Although they were a group of hyenas who could do anything for the blood mushrooms, they were not stupid and would not take the initiative to target some obviously difficult guys.
At the beginning, these rat merchants only needed to hang a bounty and give some blood mushrooms, then these rat mercenaries would rush forward like sharks smelling blood, but after losing several rat mercenaries in succession, the bounty alone could no longer make them take the initiative to rush over.
These rat merchants had to give something more practical.
For example, give some deposits.
The cost rose predictably, making these rat merchants frown.
So, a recruitment was born naturally.
A large cart carrying blood mushrooms appeared in the distance.
This is a welcome gift, sent to the place where the slave rats gather.
Don't doubt the stability of these rat merchants. Unless you have irreconcilable principled conflicts with them, they can make you feel at home in all aspects. In this respect, they are professional.
In fact, this group of rat merchants have given face to the rioting slave rats.
If it weren't for the recent big job of the temple guards, they would definitely not do this.
The cart full of blood mushrooms swayed far away to a remote corner of the rolling hills.
A big claw priest with a flattering smile jumped off the cart.
The slave rats with different expressions on their faces surrounded the big claw priest and the cart behind him, but they didn't act immediately.
Even though there are some people in this group who directly executed the big claw priests and even ate the flesh and blood of these guys.
But after the anger slowly subsided, he couldn't get rid of the fear, as if he was born shorter than these guys.
This is an extremely complex emotion.
If you have to say it, it may be a solid stamp engraved from all the domesticated experiences from birth to rage.
Just like livestock are afraid of their masters.
This description is a bit weird, but it is the most appropriate.
In the end, after some negotiations, the cart and the big claw priest on it were put into the camp to meet the slave rat leader who started the riot and constantly dragged more slave rats to join the riot.
Those rat merchants offered a price that was not low.
At least they thought that such a price would not be rejected by a slave rat.
But the real situation slapped them in the face.
They didn't understand why the stupid guy was so stupid, but he really annoyed them.
It was just a slave rat with a group of slave rats.
It's just a slave rat with a group of slave rats!
Soon after, these big merchants in the Waste City began to mobilize their forces.
In fact, these guys and the Waste City don't seem to have such a deep foundation. It can even be said that this is a group of losers who gathered together to form a force when the times changed.
But they have now become one of the three poles of the entire Rat Empire.
And the things they rely on are not complicated, and are even very simple and easy to understand.
That is blood mushrooms, that is a lot of blood mushrooms.
Yes, it is so simple, they have a lot of blood mushrooms, a lot of blood mushrooms, and that's enough.
The large amount of blood mushrooms finally mobilized the rat mercenaries gathered in the Waste City.
Those super-large rat mercenary groups, those with magic guns, lightning cannons, steam tanks, and even rat warships, they started to move.
At one time, more than ten super-large rat mercenary groups, with more than three million rat mercenaries, gathered together. They dragged various weapons and war equipment through the steam trains provided by the rat merchants and began to rush to the rolling hills.
This is a terrifying war potential that can be mobilized at any time without preparation.
It is also the best embodiment of the power of the blood mushroom.
So many rat mercenaries left, but they couldn't even make the Waste City deserted.
This super city really has a feeling of drunkenness, with countless rats shuttling through it, and complex steam railways like spider webs running through the city.
Dazzling objects are placed in shops one by one, and those rockets are still being launched.
Of course, this city is not always so bright and beautiful. Behind the prosperity is the crime that happens all the time.
Murder, theft, robbery, fraud, and competition that does everything possible.
Although these seem to have never been separated from the ratmen, the Waste City is somewhat different from every ratman city that has ever existed.
All the evils in it are gradually pointing to one thing.
That is the blood mushroom, that is money.
In this abnormally emerging torrent, all old things are being torn to pieces, and a new set of rules is gradually being born.
The roar of the steam train, another batch of rats, or a batch of goods, in short, a steady stream of things are being drawn into the city.
Such a torrent gradually made the rat priests unable to cope.
The most prominent example is the senior rat priest who was forced to retire from the position of rat councilor.
A group of young rat freemen destroyed his caravan and the industry he operated, causing him to lose everything and have to retire from the position of rat councilor.
Among them, you can see a lot of conspiracies, and there are even his colleagues and other rat councilors.
But no matter what, on the surface, he was defeated by a group of rat freemen.
This brought a very bad impact, although this guy angrily tore all these unpredictable challengers to pieces at the last moment.
Those rat free merchants were hung at the junction of the inner and outer cities of the Waste City. Another senior rat priest took over his position as a rat councillor, but in the end, some things have become different from before.
The rat priests themselves probably didn't expect that this beast created by them, this unparalleled super city, and those guys chasing blood mushrooms, all of this has become a little difficult to control in such a short time, and even showed signs of backlash.
But few of them have the idea of turning back and braking.
There are a few non-crazy guys among the rats.
These rat priests were probably eaten by this beast the moment they created it.
Chasing gifts, chasing status, chasing power, chasing everything, chasing blood mushrooms, chasing money.
Then they were eaten by this beast.
Chased by money.
It is very interesting that the current situation in the rat empire is a newly born greedy beast, an arrogant guy who wants to hold all rats, and a group of kneeling worshipers who stick to their beliefs.
Among these guys, two want to compete for the future, and one wants to maintain the present, but they all exist in the same era.
I just don’t know who will win in the end and who will really get what they want.
Of course, this is all later.
At present, everyone has their own troubles to deal with.
For example, this suppression war that is about to take place in the rolling hills.