Chapter 147, The Saint on Earth, The Unfortunate Rat War, A Little Sprout

Only a few days later, some sheep orc knights came to the burning ruins.

They witnessed the huge Jingguan and the continuous camps that were burned into a gray and black ruin.

In horror, the news was quickly passed back.

The destruction of a huge tribe brought a huge shock to a corner of this huge grassland.

The running sheep orc warriors brought the news to every tribe on this grassland.

The tribe that lost this time belonged to ordinary sheep orcs.

It was one of the four tribes that survived the wolf orc conquest war.

It was completely destroyed in a surprise attack in the rat war.

For this reason, the rulers of this grassland began to gather.

The argali tribe also received an invitation.

Facing the suddenly destroyed tribe and the powerful enemy that was still in a fog, the high priest of the sheep orcs temporarily put aside the conflict between the two tribes.

In front of a winding stream on the grassland.

The rulers of this four-season pasture gathered together.

Three sheep orc leaders and a high priest.

Two argali leaders and a high priest.

They are all old friends and old rivals.

A few years ago, they were still fighting on the battlefield, but now they had to sit together under the sudden appearance of the foreign enemy.

The last time this happened.

It was when the wolf beastman conquered the Four Seasons Ranch.

The sheep beastman faced the two high priests of the argali tribe.

One had a calm face, while the other had a clear expression of gloating.

The high priest of the argali tribe was the guy with a gloating expression.

Although they belonged to the same tribe of sheep beastmen, they were never friends. If the balance between the two sides was not too delicate.

A war should have broken out long ago.

The high priest of the sheep beastman obviously understood this.

His face was neither sad nor happy, but his words were obviously a bit weak.

Facing the powerful enemy that appeared outside the grassland.

The ordinary sheep beastmen living outside the grassland were the first to be hit.

This is why the argali chief priest can be so gloating.

"The foreign enemy announced by the gods has appeared."

The argali chief priest said this calmly with his eyelids lowered.

But what he got in return was the expression of the argali chief priest that did not change at all.

A gloating expression.

Both chief priests looked old.

But the argali chief priest was missing an eye.

The empty eye socket made his face more hideous.

There was no need to answer at all.

The hatred between the two had already left no room for easing in the accumulation of grievances.

Even though the two sides were from the same lineage, they also belonged to a large tribe.

His eye was shot blind by the argali chief priest in front of him.

"I will gather the warriors of the tribe, but you should know that after we are destroyed, you will also face war.

Even the most foolish vultures will give up the fight for the bones when the wind is about to come."

Low words.

But there was still no response.

The high priest of the sheep orcs raised his head slightly.

He looked at the high priest of the argali in front of him and opened his eyes. Those were a pair of cloudy eyes, but at this moment they were so sharp.

"If you don't understand this, then I will shoot your other eye blind!"

Such words made the face of the old priest of the argali tribe more ferocious.

He wanted to look at the old priest of the sheep orcs in front of him, but his eyes shifted involuntarily during the look.

Even if he hated the other party to the extreme.

But the high priest of the argali tribe had to admit that he was not as good as the old guy in front of him.

If he was the unruly eagle on the grassland, then he was just a peregrine falcon soaring under its wings.

The bad fate between the two was not shallow.

At the beginning, the first war between the argali tribe and the sheep orcs, they both participated together.

It was a fight for a pasture.

At the beginning of the war, the argali tribe still had a great advantage.

But the result of that war was that the argali tribe was defeated miserably. He was shot blind in one eye and luckily saved his life.

Later, in the wars, as the priests of the argali tribe fell one by one, his position also rose step by step, and finally he sat on the position of the high priest.

And the opposite side was the same.

It was just that he became the high priest in a series of defeats, while the opposite side was forged by a series of victories.

In this way, his name echoed on the grassland, it was the brave wind, and he became the old blind man.

In these thoughts, the expression of the high priest of the argali tribe became more and more ferocious.

He raised his head and forced himself to look at the old guy in front of him, the brave wind.

Until he looked at his old face.

Suddenly, all the irritability and unwillingness faded.

Became calm.

But in the end, he still won, even if the means were not glorious. The eagle soaring in the sky was defeated by another stronger and younger eagle, with its wings broken and fell to the ground.

But his peregrine falcon, which he disdained, was still soaring in the sky.

"Then let's give it a try."

He once made a silent vow that he would bring the blind eye back to the guy in front of him.

Definitely.

The old blind man turned around and left with the leader of the argali.

The negotiation ended unpleasantly.

The old sheep orc high priest Feng did not look at the old blind man who was going away, but cast his eyes on the vast sky.

He was indeed an eagle with broken wings.

Unable to soar over this vast grassland, he could only drag his tired body to protect his people.

In that war of conquest.

At the end of that war, when he could not see any hope of victory, he gave up continuing the war, even though the warriors of the tribe were still willing to follow him.

He gave up his pride and dignity, broke his spine on his own initiative, and knelt before the young wolf king.

In exchange for his mercy, in exchange for more preserved fire.

But from that day on, the brave and fearless warrior officially died.

Only an old guy was left.

That powerful warrior on the grassland, the guy who was as unruly as the wind, should have died long ago.

But at this moment, he still had to hold his weapon.

The sheep orcs could not give up the vast pastures, nor would they bow down to those guys with curved horns.

Someone must blow the horn again. This will not be an easy war!

But it is a war that must be fought!

Feng turned around.

He cast his eyes at the leaders of the tribes behind him.

But he found that they all raised their chests high.

He looked at himself with passion and excitement.

He shook his head.

The old Feng suddenly smiled on his wrinkled face.

"I am so old!"

Just in a call, a huge mobilization and migration took place in the sheep orc tribe.

A large number of warriors took down the bows and arrows in the tents, took scimitars, rode on giant sheep, left the tribe in excitement, and said goodbye to their families.

Gathered towards their heroes.

Even though he was old, their fathers had sworn to fight for him, and now, they were the same.

That was the eagle on the grassland, that was their beloved elder, that was a great and legendary hero.

It was also their belief.

The sheep beastmen had long since stopped believing in their weak god, the god who had not fought with them to the last moment, the god who could not protect them.

It was simply not worthy of their belief.

It was just that their great hero still retained the title of high priest, so the traces of the god were still preserved a little.

Even though he was old and a little depressed.

But the sheep beastmen had always believed that he would lead them to gallop on the grassland again.

And now! It was this moment!

Shu Zhan's luck had always been bad.

He had just stepped into the grassland and encountered an extremely difficult guy.

A true legend, a saint in the world to some extent.

Although he was old.

And Shu Zhan knew nothing about all this for the time being, and he was busy with some complicated things at this time.

For example, drag the giant sheep corpses left after the sacrifice to a suitable place and throw them away.

This guy Shu Zhan chose an excellent location.

This insidious guy piled all the giant sheep corpses at the source of the water flow of the Four Seasons Pasture.

In order to achieve a better effect, he even dug a large lake on the gurgling stream.

Watching the corpses sinking and floating in it, he nodded with satisfaction.

And this is one of the many complicated matters he handled.

There is also the entry of the temple guards.

When the temple guards heard that a huge temple was built here, they immediately rushed here without stopping.

But when they arrived and saw the newly built temple, their noses were about to be crooked.

Why! Why is this an open-air temple! And it is built outside the fortress!

What are you doing!

The captain of the temple guards was extremely angry and even wanted to point at Shu Zhan's nose and curse.

Being surrounded by rat priests and rat warriors was secondary. This was the concern of the senior priests. They were only responsible for guarding the temple.

But why did you build it outside the fortress!

If the enemy attacked, would you pull the great god out to guard the city?

But in the end, the captain of the temple guards did not dare to scold the calm Rat Zhan, but that did not mean he did nothing.

The temple guards he brought were left behind.

He returned to the outpost along the same route. Not long after, a larger group of temple guards arrived.

The leader of the temple guards also arrived. He was not so afraid of Rat Zhan.

He pointed at Rat Zhan's nose and cursed.

But Rat Zhan was still calm.

The leader of the temple guards was furious.

For a while, a war was about to break out. Although the temple guards were not a regular military organization, their strength was not small at all.

Even though they were weaker in numbers than the ratmen army under Shu Zhan's command, their combat effectiveness was not inferior at all.

It was just that Shu Zhan was not afraid at all.

And indeed, he did not need to be afraid.

The leader of the temple guards finally took the initiative to swallow his anger and transferred 5,000 temple guards to help him guard the open-air temple outside the city.

But at the same time, the feud was also formed.

Originally, Shu Zhan and the temple guards did not have much grudges. In fact, because he was also a temple guard, the temple guards still had a certain good impression of him.

Even those senior rat priests were very close to him.

But once this incident came out.

There was nothing to talk about, and it can even be said that the feud was big.

To some extent, Shu Zhan was hated by everyone in the rat kingdom.

Except for the big claw priests who served as the transport team honestly, there was almost no group in the rat kingdom that Shu Zhan had not offended.

Although the result of this incident was positive income.

The defense of this simple fortress was stabilized a lot.

No matter how the war went, as long as the situation was not completely stable, the 5,000 temple guards would always be stationed here.

They would definitely protect the temple.

The city behind the temple will also be guarded by them.

The temple guards did not let the temple of the gods remain open to the sky.

A small fortress was built by them.

And not only that, as a guard to protect the gods, they are also very particular.

The complicated patterns were meticulously carved, and a huge hourglass was built.

At the same time, there was also a luxurious metal clock.

They did not prohibit the rats from observing the temple.

The duty of the temple guards has always been to guard the temple.

This brought many beneficiaries.

A thin figure carefully hid in the shadow of the temple because of the temple guards standing not far away.

Instinctively afraid of these guys.

They are all wearing shiny armor! That is something that even the commander-in-chief does not have.

But they are unwilling to leave.

Greedily and ignorantly staring at the patterns engraved on the wall.

Looking at the complicated lines, an idea came to her mind. She felt that there must be some kind of power in these complicated lines. After all, these were lines given by the great gods!

It must be!

A bold idea came to the thin ratman's mind.

Although she was not even a ratman priest yet.

And these god lines might not be as meaningful as she thought.

At the same time, in this temple, there was also another ratman with an ignorant and greedy expression.

But he was not looking at the lines on the wall, nor at the god stone pillar guarded in the center.

Instead, he was looking at the temple guard standing in the temple.

This was an ordinary young ratman, but at this time he was staring at the temple guard not far away in a trance.

It was not surprising. The temple guards were already the existence standing at the top of the ratman kingdom besides those senior priests and ratman heroes.

Not every ratman was qualified to guard the temple of the gods.

He wanted to become a temple guard.

An idea also arose.

But he still has a long way to go before he can become a qualified ratman warrior.