Chapter 154, the Headache of the Rat War, the Prototype of the City, the Crazy Priest

In the noisy words, gradually, unspeakable irritation appeared on Sheng Qi's face.

This is a messy and small room, with a hot blast furnace, ores piled up in front of the blast furnace, large and small gears, and various metal fragments.

All of this makes this small space unspeakably chaotic, and the only neat corner.

It is those unknown leathers that are carefully unfolded and hung.

Black scratches are engraved on these leathers, and this technique is as if these leathers are carved like stone walls.

In the traces, various rough mechanical structures are engraved.

These drawings are very valuable.

It seems that the road that Long Claw gave up was picked up by other ratmen.

But at this moment, they are not valued.

In this messy room, a ratman can no longer tolerate the ridiculous and funny future that the hunchbacked and humble guy in front of him painted in front of him.

Sheng Qi roared angrily.

He picked up a rough gear from the ground and pointed at the hunchbacked and ridiculous rat in front of him and cursed.

"Do you think this will be the future of rat people? Do you think the gods let us dig ore just to discover such power?

Damn it! Why would I be willing to believe in a guy like you!

You are such a pathetic guy!

You are just a pathetic and lowly guy!

You haven't seen the power of those despicable guys crawling in front of the great gods. Do you think that as long as I am willing to help you, you can rely on such a ridiculous thing to bring me powerful power.

Even on par with the White Rat High Priest?

Is that so!"

Recently, he has been stimulated too much, and he has finally recognized some things.

He has lost his former stability and has become a little crazy.

He grabbed the hunchbacked big claw priest in front of him and pulled him over.

This move is very dangerous, approaching the big claw priest with sharp claws unarmed.

If the other side can have a little more courage.

Sheng Qi glared at the nonsense guy in front of him fiercely.

He spoke word by word.

"I don't need your help, you damn, ridiculous, stupid thing.

I can transfer you to the Western Expeditionary Force, and I can prepare a blast furnace for you in that damn coal mine.

You have to become my subordinate, you have to offer your loyalty, because there are not many people willing to give you lowly guys a chance, I am one of them!

Do you understand!

You lowly guys just need to offer your loyalty, I will give you a chance, you will become a member of the Western Expeditionary Force, I will give you more resources, you have to produce more equipment, operate more weapons, and then be loyal to me!

You! Damn! Disgusting! Lowly guy! Do you understand!"

Sheng Qi almost roared loudly at the guy in front of him.

Yes, facing those senior rat priests who united together, even if the thoughts in his heart kept surging, even if he said viciously that he would give them a revenge.

Thinking of supporting another faction and giving those despicable guys a great lesson.

Before returning to the Waste City, before meeting this ridiculous guy who had spoken arrogantly.

The young Sheng Qi still held a little hope.

In the Waste City, Sheng Qi once heard a joke, a big claw priest, an ordinary big claw priest actually wanted to create a new rat priest.

And claimed that this was the will of the gods.

This was a joke that made the rats laugh, at least when he first heard this joke, Sheng Qi felt so.

Until he was abandoned and put on a collar, he also became a joke.

Putting hope on a joke.

He actually had a glimmer of hope for this guy, until he heard the damn guy in front of him talking about that stupid concept in front of him.

Damn it! Can I rely on the so-called ore spirit to get the attention of the gods?

Can I rely on that damn ore spirit to become a high priest who is on par with the white rat?

Am I a lunatic!

This made Sheng Qi angry and roared loudly.

But facing the angry and roaring Sheng Qi, the hunchbacked big claw priest did not show much panic.

He had faced many such situations.

Many rat priests responded to his arrogant remarks with contempt and disdain. The reason why he was not killed for so long was just because he was an excellent sculptor.

Sheng Qi calmed down a little.

After letting go of the illusory hope, he did need these big claw priests for some things.

He needed a troop that belonged only to him.

A loyal troop.

His men had no reliable power, and it happened that he had seen the power of the huge catapult in the war, and the operators of these war machines in the future would almost all be these humble big claw priests.

For this reason, even though Sheng Qi was annoyed, he still extended an olive branch to the damn guy in front of him.

Not many priests looked up to these big claw priests who came from slave rats, so Sheng Qi's recruitment and control of them would hardly be noticed or noticed.

Sheng Qi urgently needed a force of his own.

But the premise is that this guy should not mention the damn ore spirit again!

Sheng Qi looked at the calm hunchbacked ratman in front of him with red eyes.

But facing the calm expression of the damn guy opposite, the anger in his heart could not be suppressed.

Until some trivial footsteps appeared not far away.

Suddenly, the anger on his face was instantly dispelled.

Like a frightened bird, Sheng Qi put down the calm hunchbacked ratman in his hand.

In a hurry, he plunged into the metal gears piled up on the side and disappeared secretly.

Sheng Qi did not come to this waste city openly. He should still be in the rolling hills now, and he must not be discovered.

The hunchbacked ratman who was put down straightened his body, and his calm expression became a little more fearful after seeing who the intruder was.

It was a group of young rat priests.

In the chaotic and noisy voice, malicious eyes were cast over, and the hunchbacked ratman's body trembled a little more.

Even though he offended a large number of ratman priests after saying those words, he never feared being retaliated by these priests.

He was the best sculptor in the Waste City. Under this premise, even if those guys didn't like him, they would only treat him as a joke.

He was not afraid of those formal priests and senior priests, even Sheng Qi.

These guys were bound by too many things, and they were also used to attacking each other in these constraints.

And he didn't even have the qualifications to be bound. Attacking him was too undignified and would not get anything.

Compared to them, he was more afraid of those young ratman priests who were wandering around this area doing nothing.

After entering this room, the young ratman priests began to search skillfully.

Looking at the skillful movements, it must have happened many times.

The hunchbacked ratman wanted to escape, but was blocked by a young ratman priest with ill intentions.

These despicable guys don't mind bullying the weak, even if they belong to the same clan.

The hunchbacked ratman hugged his head and dared not resist.

The reason is also very simple, he can't beat them.

Before becoming a priest of the gods, he was a mining slave rat busy in the deep mines of the desolate mountains.

The heavy excavation had already crushed his body. If he had become a priest a few days later, he might have died in the mine.

Such an experience left him with an irreparable price. The weak and hunchbacked body made him lose most of his fighting ability.

He hugged his head tightly.

But it was also this experience that gave him an illusion.

A very hazy feeling.

Until he saw the ores that had been mined for many years in the industrial zone turned into boiling hot iron and were shaped into various shapes.

He confirmed his feeling.

He finally confirmed his feeling.

At that moment, the weak big claw priest felt that he had been guided.

He had been guided by the gods!

But he was just a big claw priest.

He felt that this was a training given by the gods, and he felt that this was a revelation given by the gods.

This was an idea that would not get many strange looks even if it was shouted out loudly, and too many rat priests thought so.

Although he seemed to be a little different.

He was particularly sure.

After rummaging around, those greedy and restless young rat priests focused their attention on the hanging leather materials.

Then, they heard the angry roar of the guy who had been silently enduring cowardice.

The cowardly and hunchbacked rat man who dared not resist had red eyes and roared loudly.

He rushed towards these young guys fiercely, and his sharp claws were waved high.

You can see the deep black on his claws.

These young ratmen were frightened and hid aside, and the hunchbacked ratman also got what he wanted.

A piece of leather hidden deep inside was taken into his arms, and then, there was no more movement.

The young ratman priests who turned around gradually became angry.

Not long after, a beating occurred.

After a long time, the young ratman priests left. These young and energetic guys didn't care about so many rules and interests.

The beating was real.

The hunchbacked ratman was beaten to death.

Sheng Qi emerged from the pile of gears, looked at this scene, and came to the hunchbacked ratman.

He sighed deeply. He didn't know whether his choice was right or wrong. Maybe he shouldn't have hope for these despicable guys.

But he also had no choice.

"If you come to me within three months, then what I just said will still be valid."

He was disappointed with the guy in front of him.

But this hunchbacked ratman is not only the best sculptor in the Waste City, but also the only mechanic in the Waste City.

Those huge catapults are designed by him.

He is a valuable ratman.

So Sheng Qi still gave this guy a chance.

After saying that, Sheng Qi left in a hurry.

This small and messy room also returned to silence.

The hunchbacked big-clawed priest did not care about the injuries on his body, but took out the leather in his arms with difficulty.

Slowly unfolded.

There is a vague pattern depicted on it, a pattern that he carefully engraved with his sharp claws.

On this pattern, a vague figure threw a spear into a pile of stones from a high position, and a ratman knelt in front of the pile of stones, kneeling in front of the vague figure, raising his head fanatically.

"The great god threw a spear into the ore and turned it into the spirit of the ore.

This is the power you gave me, I will definitely dig it out.

I will definitely dig it out!

I am guided!

I am guided!"

Looking at the vague pattern in his hand, even though he was dying, the hunched ratman trembled all over.

Muttering.

He is a humble claw priest who feels that he is guided by the gods, a hunched claw priest.

A madman.

Too many claw priests have blocked all the roads, and too many claw priests can hardly see the hope of climbing up.

They either become numb or run away like moths to a flame when any possibility arises. This is why the big claw priests are gathering around Rat War frantically recently.

Of course, there is also the last category, which is also the most common possibility, going crazy.

How can a rat priest not be crazy?

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The edge of the vast grassland, the simple fortress.

Well, maybe it is not appropriate to call this fortress a simple fortress now.

As time goes by, with the arrival of a large number of rats, it is full of various kinds of rats.

Some of them are not suitable to lead the team into the grassland, and some cowardly guys are also looking for their own way out.

Among them, various kinds of big claw priests are the most.

Most of the slave rats were demoted because they fled cowardly on the battlefield, although with the increasing expansion and prosperity of the underground rat city, this proportion has decreased.

Many breeding houses have been directly eliminating those excess female rats and those rats who are naturally short and thin into slave rats.

But there is definitely no shortage of cowards among the slave rats.

The same is true for the big claw priests who were born from slave rats.

Fortunately, with the gathering of ratmen and the birth of the noisy ruins, some new needs emerged in the city, giving them another choice.

Many big claw priests returned to their old business.

They began to expand this simple fortress with slave rats.

It is not free. You only need to pay a little blood mushroom powder, and then these professional guys can quickly help you dig out an open cave in this cliff.

Thanks to them, this simple fortress is expanding rapidly and becoming more complicated.

At the same time, some things necessary for the rat city are also quickly completed.

There are far more unemployed big claw priests who are good at digging.

Cave mushroom cultivation room, rat breeding room, these two caves are the most basic configuration of the rat city, and they quickly began to spread inside this cliff.

These two buildings can support the most basic needs of ratmen, breeding and food.

But there are more than these two caves in this simple fortress.

Some relatively novel things have appeared.

For example, weapons workshops and armor workshops.

Of course, these two workshops are not formal, and even the products they produce are quite poor. In a small cave, a group of ratmen gnawing wood and pulling leather in the dark can produce some wooden spears, simple and ill-fitting leather armor, and some wooden shields.

Rat War would definitely not take a second look at such things, but they are unexpectedly sought after by those low-level ratmen.

Even many ratmen warriors in Rat War’s army would come to purchase some leather armor.

This simple fortress is rapidly transforming into a qualified city.

Although Rat War, the ruler of this fortress, neither cares nor cares about it.

He has a headache recently.

Inexplicably, Rat War found that the weapons he purchased from the Desolate Mountains began to increase in price significantly.