Chapter 167

Knocking on the table with his knuckles, the white mouse disappeared into the darkness, wondering what he was thinking.

The Ratman Kingdom has completely entered a posture of expansion.

Along with various problems, the dispersion of power has brought about unnecessary contradictions of ambition. These contradictions were not obvious when the rat people all lived in the barren mountains, or they were suppressed by the white rats.

Some rights need to be taken back.

He needs the rat people to be constrained into a framework at all times.

Not for the future of the Skaven Kingdom.

Just to keep your gift intact for a long time.

The passage of time has made White Rat more and more tired, but at the same time, his understanding of the rat-man empire and the group of rats has always been precise and accurate.

All we need to do is take back some rights and give some more.

Soon after, a less formal order was issued.

It was released in the name of the Skaven Council.

Addressed to all senior Skaven Priests.

It just didn't get much response.

Most of the senior rat-man priests are entrenched in the waste city. These guys are also doing the same things that Rat Zhan is doing, but they are far less bold and precise than Rat Zhan.

Several large settlements were built on the ruins of the quilboar kingdom.

After the white rats deviated from their interests, these rats had no objections on the surface, but secretly they began to support themselves.

There is nothing right or wrong in this, it's just that these guys believe in their own side, or in other words, they are the future of the rat people.

Ignoring the order from the Rat Parliament, this order was not mandatory and was not issued in the name of the White Rat. The thirteen members of the Rat Parliament fought fiercely.

Not united either.

Together with the Ratman Council, this institution cannot effectively restrain these senior ratman priests.

It is true that any one of the thirteen rat-man councilors, or any party, cannot be faced by a senior rat-man priest alone.

But when the thirteen Rat Councilors came together, one plus one was less than one.

Maybe it has something to do with Shu Zhan, the shit-troublemaker.

He abandoned the two councilors from the rat warlord side in the barren mountains and the underground rat city.

What these two high-ranking rat-man councilors have to do is also very simple.

Fight back and object to anything brought up by your enemies in meetings.

Rat War has not agreed to any plan proposed by the rat priests.

Even the business regulations that were quite beneficial to him were still turned against him without thinking.

It made those rat priests feel as sick as eating flies.

However, the number of votes that the Rat War side has cannot be circumvented.

But for this reason, these senior rat priests had to give up their interests and power to those who were outside of them in meetings again and again.

The Big Claw Priest who is in charge of the construction, development and development of the city, the Long Claw who is vaguely outside the two camps of the Rat Priest and the Rat Warlord, and the former Temple Priest who is stubborn and rigid but safeguards the interests of the temple guards.

The business rules were stopped at the discussion stage because of the brainless rebellion of Rat War, the shit-troublemaker, and because the promotion of this opportunity would affect the interests of the Big Claw Priest.

The Great Claw Priest and the stubborn and rigid former Temple Priest are in a state of unity.

The White Rat is gradually withdrawing his influence, but the power he left behind, or the power that spontaneously gathered around him, has not been left behind. It gathered in the underground rat city and became the rat warlord and rat priest. The third camp is the temple faction.

The rat priests were equally bold. After the coal mines in the rolling hills began to be mined on a large scale, they soon came up with the idea of ​​​​an industrial zone in the barren mountains.

If the business regulations are passed, they will challenge the underground rat city industrially.

So far, in the Ratman Kingdom, only the products produced by the Ratman industry in the Barren Mountains are in circulation. It is not because the products produced in the Barren Mountains are of such high quality that they are irreplaceable.

But because of another very practical reason.

That is, only the underground rat city where the white rat is seated has the right to do business with any party at will.

The Rat War does not do business with the Rat Priests, and the Underground Rat City does not allow the metal produced in the Waste City to enter.

Even though the fires in the Waste City were burning brightly, these rat priests were embarrassed to find that these tinkered metal weapons and divine ritual vessels could only circulate on their own.

But the divine artifact..., how should I put it, it must be something from the Underground Rat City that tastes better.

If possible, this group of rat priests who gathered together wanted to deprive the underground rat city of its industrial advantages, leaving nothing but the glory of the gods in this city where the rat men originated.

As a result, business regulations were proposed, and the rat priests wanted to rely on the rat parliament to forcefully open the resource circulation rights of the rat kingdom.

Of course, this is also good for the rat war, but it is a pity that the rat war is brainless.

The rat war is truly an annoying mess.

The Rat Council once again summoned the senior Rat Priests. This time it was no longer an ambiguous call, but a strong call.

Very unusual.

When the temple guards sent the summoning orders to the corresponding senior rat priests.

Most of the senior rat priests realized the seriousness of the problem.

They began to rush to the Desolate Mountains without stopping.

Even the rat priests realized something was wrong and began to return to the Desolate Mountains.

It was strange.

This severe call came from the Rat Parliament, but these rat parliamentarians were unaware of it.

And who in the entire Rat Empire has the ability to issue such a tough call?

It seems that there is an answer without thinking.

………….

In the rolling hills.

Sheng Qi gathered the troops again.

His troops were larger than before, with more rat warriors, more rat runners, more huge catapults, and some new things.

A moving giant bell, yes, a giant bell.

This is what the rat priests made to prevent being attacked by the half-elf magic archers.

The most basic frame is made of metal anchored wood, and huge gears link wheels, and the power is those huge rats.

A moving giant bell.

Actually, it can be called a chariot.

The only effective part of the chariot is the chanting room in the center of the chariot, which is protected by heavy wood and metal.

In this chanting room, the rat priests can spread divine arts at will without fear of being attacked by the half-elf magic archers.

This chariot could have been less heavy, but for some reason, a real giant bell appeared on the top of the chariot.

In order to match this giant bell, this simple and light chariot has expanded greatly and become extremely complicated.

A larger body, more gears, more delicate carvings, and the giant bell, the giant bell that can shake and make sounds while moving forward!

Ah! Such a sacred weapon! Ah! Such a sacred weapon!

Every step forward can listen to the holy sound of the gods, this pleasant holy sound!

It's so beautiful!

This is a war machine that has been praised by almost all the rat priests of the Western Expeditionary Force, a beautiful and sacred war machine.

But it made Sheng Qi's eyebrows twisted.

So, what is the price of becoming sacred and beautiful?

This ghost thing has become unexpectedly huge. From a chariot that can be pulled by a giant rat, it has directly become a movable bell tower that can be dragged by eight giant rats.

This is not without benefits.

The number of priests that can be accommodated has directly jumped from one or two to an exaggerated degree. A bell tower can accommodate at least forty rat priests.

Even though Sheng Qi is a mediocre general, he also knows that such a strange thing is not a qualified war machine after discarding the faith element attached to it.

But among rats, faith is more important than anything else in most cases.

This thing was still promoted and placed in the rat army. Even if the materials and craftsmanship did not allow it, the rat priests would still want to make it bigger.

It is hard to imagine that this thing will be carried to the battlefield, and it is still in the rugged hills.

A flashy fortress.

A flashy war fortress.

The Western Expeditionary Force launched the second war against the Half-Elf Kingdom.

It turns out that the performance of this shaking bell tower in the battle was not as bad as expected.

The rat priests liked this moving bell tower very much, and liked the huge bell on the top of the bell tower.

A large amount of divine arts was cast by the rat priests in the bell tower to the rat army, and this army finally showed the fighting it should have.

Still in front of that valley.

The half-elves left a lot of defenses, ancient trees, revitalized plants, and even a half-built magic tower in this valley.

But in the bell sound echoing on the battlefield and the excited and crazy laughter of the rat priests.

The gray-black rat tide surged over.

Sheng Qi fell at the end of the army this time. If those rat priests did not run away, the army's line would not need him to maintain it, and he could not hold the army.

Looking at the surging black tide in front of him.

Whether this war is victorious or not, all the achievements and glory he has grasped have nothing to do with him.

Fortunately, he still grasped a force, a force that belongs to him.

He paid the price for his luck after all.

But things are far from over.

He will not give up.

No one can stop him from approaching that goal.

He has already decided, and he will definitely do it.

With red eyes, he thought of the white rat standing on the altar, looking down at everything in front of him indifferently and high above.

Holding the battle flag tightly in his hand, Sheng Qi did not realize that he was becoming more and more like his teacher, the crazy and resolute old guy.

This guy is completely crazy.

The battle between the ratmen and the half-elves fell into a stalemate, in the reverberating magic aura, in the surging animated plants, and in the tall treemen rising from the ground.

The half-elf queen stood at the top of the valley and looked down at the battlefield in front of her.

The half-elf has almost used all his strength.

But the battle was not smooth.

With the addition of the ratman priests, this huge ratman army finally showed all its splendor.

In the surging tide.

Almost relying on the accumulation of flesh and blood to step over the layers of defense.

Cutting down the tall tree man, trampling the activated plants, bearing the falling arrows, and enduring the magic that bombarded the formation.

There are no more means, no much game, there are only the rat warriors who keep falling, there are only the rat warriors who keep falling.

Roaring, roaring, with red eyes, the rat warriors keep coming.

The half-elves realized that something was wrong, and they found the problem.

It was those moving bell towers, and the rat priests who laughed crazily in the bell towers.

The flashing magic aura began to aim at those tall bell towers.

Aiming at these bulky war fortresses.

But although these bell towers are bulky, they are far from being so easy to destroy.

The ratmen never cut corners on things related to faith.

The unparalleled solid materials and the weight that was so heavy that it required eight giant rats to pull it became an advantage.

The arrows of the magic archers simply could not penetrate the outer wall of the mobile bell tower, and the powerful magic gathered by the magic tower would take several shots to completely destroy these bulky bell towers.

The magic power stored by the half-elf elders is not endless.

But there are far more than one priest bell tower on this battlefield.

Only the tall tree man can push down these bulky bell towers at once.

But these tree men can't get close to the priest bell tower surrounded by the rat army.

The harsh bell sound echoed on this battlefield.

A priest bell tower closest to the front line became the target of the half-elf magic tower. After several consecutive bombardments of magic torrents, the metal tower fell to the ground with a creaking sound under the heavy load.

The rat priests were all buried in the twisted metal ruins.

No one died on the spot.

You can still hear the crazy and sharp laughter of the survivors in the ruins.

The pungent bloody smell stimulated all the rats on the battlefield, and the rat priests on these towers were no exception.

But in the end, the fanaticism and madness will fade away.

At this time, the screams of fear and the wails of despair will replace the crazy laughter in these twisted ruins.

It was covered by the echoing bells.

This is an extremely cruel war.

It is also a war that the half-elves have never expected, after the rat priests joined the battlefield.

These half-elves can't help but prepare.

In short, the rats are coming, and under the banner of the gods, the real war is about to begin.

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