Chapter 153, Rope Seven Takes the Blame, the New Trend of the Rat Priest, the Chess Piece Casts Another Chess Piece

In the end, it was Sheng Qi who took the blame for the failure.

But he did not receive any punishment.

He still sat firmly in the position of the commander-in-chief of the Great Western Expeditionary Force.

But some things are more unforgettable than punishment.

These guys exaggerated the crime of losing the war.

The failure of a war became incompetence in their mouths, and became the neglect and incompetence of the gods in the war of gods.

Such accusations are almost devastating for a priest.

Sheng Qi's priesthood seems to be coming to an end.

Even though he walked around every senior priest with a smile, even though he never showed any danger.

But this group of greedy and disgusting guys pushed him to a dead end without hesitation.

What they need is a commander who can only obey and serve as a weapon, not a colleague who can hold a weapon.

Even after the accusation fell, these guys did not hide their disgusting faces.

They put on an attitude that we have tried our best, you cannot be replaced, and you will still be the commander of the Western Expeditionary Force.

Revenge, work hard, for the gods.

Or for those greedy rats.

Is an incompetent priest who neglects the gods qualified to obtain merits?

When this title was determined.

Except for the blessing from the gods, who can wash away his guilt.

Who will eventually be given the merits he has obtained.

Sheng Qi's face became gloomy in this deserted corner.

Those damn guys are still fooling him as a stupid young rat man.

The only one who can save him is the gods.

But how many rat men can be so honored with the blessing of the gods.

He will soon be firmly tied to the position of the commander of the Western Expeditionary Force and become a pet deliberately excluded from the group by those senior rat priests.

He will never give up the power he has already grasped.

If he gives up these, he will really be an ordinary young rat priest.

A young priest who neglects the gods and is incompetent.

But hold the power in his hands tightly.

Then what will he get?

Nothing.

He did not become the commander of the Western Expeditionary Force because of the group of priests. He has always been the commander of the Western Expeditionary Force.

The battle flag given by the gods was held in his hand, which was proof.

But why did it become like this?

For some resources.

Just given some equipment, some young ratmen, and some blood mushrooms, Sheng Qi was excited to lead the army to find coal mines for these guys.

After a big defeat, he was put on a collar without hesitation.

Only some resources were used.

But it’s too late to regret now.

Things have not changed.

Soon after, his name was determined.

Sheng Qi became an incompetent commander who neglected the gods. The merits he won from the war he started had nothing to do with him. All this was for atonement.

And to what extent and how long the atonement should be.

These are not up to him. White Rat will not care about such things at all.

The great gods who are high above will not lower their eyes because of such a farce.

Then who can be left with the most right to interpret the matters of God? It can only be the group of senior rat priests.

Sheng Qi has no choice.

Compared with those old senior priests, he seems so immature.

But he is not stupid.

The group of senior rats want him to be a pet tied with reins, a tool pushed out to fight, and at the same time, he should be grateful to them.

He will never allow it.

He will never sit and wait for death, never sit and wait for death.

He has no way to accept such an ending.

He will not let these damn guys get what they want, but he does not have the ability to overturn the table like Rat War, nor does he care about these false things like Long Claws.

It seems that he can't struggle, but in his crazy thoughts, Sheng Qi came up with an idea and decided to put it into practice.

Since he can't deal with this group of disgusting guys, then he should support a group of guys who can deal with these disgusting guys.

Sheng Qi made such a decision.

In that resentment.

As a chess piece that has been trapped, what choice does he have?

A chess piece on the chessboard thought of supporting another chess piece to fight against the chess player.

It seems like a fantasy no matter how you look at it.

But Sheng Qi has a good vision, or maybe he is lucky. He bet on a very special group, a group that no one cares about for the time being.

The big claw priests, or the big claw priests who operate giant war machines.

Sheng Qi, a rat man who is good at long sleeves, made the most important gamble of his life today.

He is almost out of choice and puts everything on a group of unknown big claw priests.

A group of big claw priests who are assigned to operate the dangerous giant catapults full-time, and are also scheduled to become the operators of all subsequent dangerous machines.

In order to bet on a possibility that he himself does not believe in.

In the waste city, there is a strange big claw priest, who is an exquisite mechanic.

He is also the designer of the big toys that are sought after by the rat priests.

But he is most famous for his constant gibberish.

Sheng Qi didn't know whether his choice was right or wrong, but he had risked everything in the darkness.

The eyes were bloodshot and extremely red.

The actions of the group of senior rat priests shattered his hesitant dream in one fell swoop. What kind of big shot was he?

Perhaps in the eyes of those senior rat-man priests, he had always been just a lucky young rat-man boy.

This gap was like ants gnawing at his heart, and it also made the young guy Sheng Qi gradually go crazy.

This is a taste that every rat man has to taste.

The war is temporarily over.

The half-elves did not chase them out of the canyon, and the ratmen began to shrink their defense lines. The densely packed ratmen were entrenched in the hills where the coal mine existed.

Complex ravines and tunnels were built.

Soon, this modest mountain range was essentially becoming a complex fortress.

Naturally, the half-elves couldn't bear this.

The half-elf elders arrived, and powerful spells were prepared.

However, they were interrupted on the spot by two senior priests hiding in the underground fortress.

The chaotic elements give the air near the coal mine mountains a bit of impatience.

At the same time, the disappeared rat priests also officially appeared, and various small spells streaked across the sky.

The two senior ratman priests were unable to deal with the gathering of half-elf elders.

But it is not difficult to make these half-elf elders unable to do anything.

Various small spells whizzed past and exploded, exploding continuously in the sky.

In the excitement of the spell, the elemental reactions near the hill quickly became chaotic, and the chaotic elements refused anyone's request to mobilize.

In one fell swoop, most of the abilities of those half-elf elders were eliminated.

But not the rat people. The agitation of the elements did not prevent some special spells from taking effect, such as the eagle eye spell and the madness spell.

The mountain warriors have launched several charges in the past few days, but in most cases they have failed.

Fighting with the group of red-eyed ratmen in the newly dug complex tunnel was not a wise choice.

Until they find out they have to.

Wave after wave of rat men are arriving in a steady stream.

And it continued to fill in the hills and disappeared.

And as time went by, tunnels were dug outside the hills.

All the rat men were invisible.

This made the half-elves very uneasy.

Until one after another began to spread deep into the hills and towards their country, they discovered the underground tunnels.

Such signs completely interrupted their plans and their possibility of driving the rat people out of the hills in one step.

Too much time was spent dealing with those sprawling underground tunnels.

The mountain forest warriors fearlessly broke into the deep tunnels and fought to the death with the rat people coming inside.

But they didn't know that this was something the rat people deliberately set out to do for them.

For smooth mining.

The senior rat-man priests of Waste City urgently need the development of mineral veins, and the war must be temporarily compromised under their wishes.

For a hobby that has recently become popular among the Skaven Priests.

Cast a huge sacred bell, and then invite famous craftsmen to carve your own deeds on it.

In essence, this is not much different from carving on a stone wall.

Perhaps the giant bell made of metal is rarer, more precious, more wasteful, and can better highlight its status.

This created a need for iron, lots of iron, lots of iron.

Under the pressure of such demand.

At this time, the coal mine garrisoned by the Western Expeditionary Force became extremely important.

Slave rats arrived in batches, and big-clawed priests arrived in batches. Each slave rat was driven towards the surface mineral vein that was ignited by the flames.

Using simple tools, or even no simple tools, he was constantly cleaning the ignited red coals while being whipped by the Big Claw Priest.

It’s hard to describe this scene, it’s probably a buffet barbecue.

The roasted slave rats will be randomly abandoned in a fixed place, which greatly relieves the logistical pressure on the rat people.

When a group of slave rats died completely and lost the possibility of working.

Another group of slave rats waiting aside will be driven forward during the whipping.

It took three days, when the last piece of red coal was grabbed by the numb slave rat and brought out.

This coal mine vein, which has swallowed the lives of many slave rats and will swallow the lives of many slave rats in the future, has just entered the mining stage.

Groups of rat priests swarmed in.

In that unprovoked trend, metal and giant bells became the favorites of the rat priests.

Along with the coal mines used for metal smelting, it has also become an extremely scarce thing, black blood stone.

Some priests gave these dark stones this title.

Continuous amounts of supplies were sent into the rolling hills.

It contains a large number of cave mushrooms. Thanks to the enlightenment of time and mathematics, the chaotic and bloated logistics system of the rat people has finally been sorted out.

At least the rat priests in charge of logistics finally came up with the idea of ​​unifying the cave mushroom cultivation rooms that were densely dotted throughout the Desolate Mountains.

After understanding some basic things.

The rat priests in the underground rat city were surprised to find that they suddenly had a large number of cave mushrooms.

These cave mushrooms were naturally supplied to several other rat cities and taken by the rat priests to every place where rats were entrenched.

But to be fair, after leaving the Desolate Mountains, few rats liked to eat these bland cave mushrooms that lost moisture and became extremely tough during long-distance transportation, even if their audience was the humble slave rats.

Even the fresh green sprouts on the grass were much more delicious than these damn mushrooms.

But the rats in this hill had no choice.

Because of their act of setting fire to the mountain and because of their huge scale, the hill they occupied could no longer support these rats.

Even insects could not be dug out of the burnt land.

And batches of slave rats are still arriving.

So this place has become the main dumping ground for the spoiled cave mushrooms produced in the desolate mountains.

But how can some ratmen who have seen real food accept these spoiled mushrooms?

Often, you will see some black smoke rising near the hill. If you go to check it out of curiosity, you will find some rat bones full of teeth marks.

Don't panic.

This is a special delicacy.

This area has fallen into a strange calm.

The rats are busy mining, and the half-elves are busy fighting with the rats in the tunnels. Everyone seems to have something to do.

By the way, where is Sheng Qi.

The nominal commander of the Western Expeditionary Force has not appeared for a long time.

All we know is that he is hiding in the deepest part of the underground tunnel, guarded by those idle rat knights, but he has never been seen again.

I don't know what he is doing.

But no rat people care, everyone seems to have their own things to do.

Miners are mining, snacks are snacks, and rat hunters are hunting rats.

Not long after, a temple was built.

A team of temple guards also followed the temple and moved into this newly built complex stronghold.

But is Sheng Qi really slacking off, or is he depressed because of the heavy blow?

No.

He just went to see a rat man.

Although facing this guy, even a big-talking guy like Sheng Qi couldn't help but twitch his mouth without listening to the next few words.

But there is no way.

He needs patience, or to be more precise.

He had no choice.

For this reason, he could only listen hard.

Listening to the arrogant and unrealistic words of the guy waving his big claws on the opposite side.

"The honorable Sheng Qi, you only need to pay a little price to get a huge reward. This is great, isn't it? This is the glory of the White Rat High Priest!"