Chapter 176, The War for Survival, the City Built on the Oak Tree

Just when the grassland was in chaos.

A weak and chaotic team of ratmen marched bleakly into the depths of the grassland.

A simple flag.

A group of confused slave rats.

A reserve rat warlord wearing tattered armor.

These are all the members of this team.

The number of slave rats in Qi's hand was much more than when he just set out from the grassland city. In order to survive, he plundered several teams of slave rat transport teams and slave-catching teams he encountered on the grassland.

Kill the leaders and leaders of these teams, drag those slave rats who knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, and assembled them into a messy team and broke into the depths of the grassland.

To seek an opportunity.

In the information given by the big man in the temple, three areas were marked.

Obviously, the big man may not be sure where there are gathering places of other intelligent races on this empty grassland.

Or, the big man knows, but Qi is not qualified to know more detailed information.

In short, Qi has no capital for trial and error.

The power in his hands could not support him to go back and forth on the vast grassland.

So there was no need to hesitate. In a deep breath, he chose the most central area of ​​the three areas as the target this time.

At this time, he could only pray to the great god.

In fact, Qi did the same.

In that simple city where everything was hastily built, he knelt devoutly in front of the temple that already had a simple prototype.

Without entering the temple and without rich sacrifices, he was not qualified to kneel in front of the altar of the god.

He could only kowtow from a distance. In this case, whether he kowtowed in the temple or outside the temple, it made no difference to him.

"Great God!

Please favor me!

Great God!

I hope I can have good luck this time!"

This was Qi's prayer to the great god outside the temple.

The number of troops in his hands reached 40,000.

This was one of the few good news.

As for the consequences of looting the slave-catching team and the slave rat transport team, he did not consider it.

The flag was made very clean, and it didn't matter if it wasn't. He was already heading deep into the grassland.

If he could come back this time, the possible investigations and costs would not be a big problem for him.

If he couldn't come back, then he would find him on the grassland.

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In the rolling hills.

The war of the Western Expeditionary Force was once again in a stalemate.

The war paused.

Even though the ratmen warriors were still pressing on, even though the ratmen were constantly pressing on.

But the war inevitably came to a halt.

Because of a tree, a towering tree.

Almost all the land in the rolling hills was to be taken by the Western Expeditionary Force. The half-elves were defeated, the mountains and forests were burned, the ancient trees were felled, and the ratmen who swarmed like locusts almost destroyed everything attached to this area.

All that was left was a wasteland and charred black.

If everything went well, the Western Expeditionary Force should be the first ratmen to end the war.

Until the ratmen reached the capital of the half-elves, they were firmly blocked by a towering oak tree.

This was indeed just a tree, just a magical giant tree big enough for the half-elves to build a city on it.

For the first time, the fire that was always effective in the lush forests lost its effect.

The fire had limited damage to the huge oak tree.

The rough old bark on the surface of the huge oak tree could not be ignited at all, at least not with ordinary flames, and its hardness was also terrifying.

Even if ordinary ratmen warriors tried their best, they could only leave a white spot on this huge tree.

Even the stone bullets thrown by the huge catapult did not cause much damage to the huge oak tree.

This oak tree was really too big.

In the Western Expeditionary Force, the only thing that could cause damage to this giant tree was the terrible pollution brought by the swollen ratmen.

But there was still the same problem, this oak tree was really too big.

The pollution brought by the swollen ratmen alone was like dropping a drop of ink in a large lake.

This little bit of pollution can't overwhelm the huge tree in front of it.

But this problem is also easy to solve for the Western Expeditionary Force.

It should have been easy to solve.

After all, it is enough to keep adding to the swollen ratmen.

And behind the Western Expeditionary Force are those senior rat priests.

There is no doubt that these senior rat priests are rich.

And the cultivation of swollen rats only requires blood mushrooms.

It's nothing more than pressing some blood mushrooms, and then pressing some more blood mushrooms.

But recently there was a little accident.

Those senior rat priests themselves had a little problem.

A chaos and fight involving a lot of senior rat priests broke out among these senior rat priests, and even involved the Western Expeditionary Force that besieged the capital of the half-elf.

The fruits of victory were already in front of them, and they only needed to invest a little more blood mushrooms.

But there was no follow-up. The two senior rat priests stationed in the Western Expeditionary Force left the Western Expeditionary Force in a hurry and rushed to the Waste City at the center of the fight.

Logistics has not completely collapsed, at least the cave mushrooms are still being thrown over in a steady stream.

But more is just not there.

These senior rat priests no longer care about the war in these rolling hills. Anyway, the most important coal mine has entered the mining stage.

As for the big sacrifice after the victory of the war, yes, this is of course very important, and there is no rat priest who does not want to show up at the big sacrifice after the victory.

There are just too many senior priests looking at this. In a grand ceremony, all the senior priests cannot stand together in a row, kneel on the altar and accept the gaze of the gods together.

Perhaps it is best that only one Skaven bear this honor.

This is also the reason why Sheng Qi was obviously very cooperative and not dangerous, but he was tricked without hesitation.

As the leader of the Western Expeditionary Force, Sheng Qi is the most qualified to enjoy this victory.

But now I don’t care much anymore.

If the senior rat priests unite together, they may be able to compete with the white rat, but obviously, they are not united. The white rat's judgment on this group of guys has always been so accurate.

As long as some sweet spots are given at will, the loose alliance will fall apart, and there will be a few more wagging guys in front of him.

The alliance is irreversibly torn, and now it's time to take sides. Stand beside the rat lords and show your loyalty to the white rats who have not interfered with the affairs of the kingdom for a long time.

It's better to side with those rat council members who have supported the alliance and are still struggling and are unwilling to give in.

But no matter what the choice is.

In the fight between the two sides, some guys will be abandoned and become victims.

Obviously, no one wants to be the victim.

It can be predicted that for a long time, most of the senior rat priests will not be able to spare their time.

Caused some obvious troubles.

On that chaotic battlefield, Sheng Qi was overwhelmed by the magical aura whizzing through the sky. Without the senior priest as the leader, the rat man's magical power was greatly reduced, and he could no longer compete with the half-elf elders. Move your wrist.

Another round of brilliant magic light whizzed past.

Hitting the rat men who were clinging to the huge oak tree trunks like ants, large swaths of rat warriors fell like raindrops while screaming.

Sheng Qi also shouted angrily, waving the flag in his hand.

"Let it go! Let it go!"

Behind them, a large area of ​​huge trebuchets was displayed. After inviting the big-mouthed priest of the big claw to join the army, these terrifying and rough war instruments finally gained a little more reliability.

Although the randomness of the death roll call still exists, the original probability of taking the operator away with each launch has finally changed to the current probability that the operator will be taken to the sky once every ten launches.

The big-clawed priest who was full of lies did not dare to board these war machines designed by himself.

In the shouts, in the piercing waves that streaked across the sky, in the desperate wails, each swollen rat-man exploded on the trunk of the huge oak tree.

A little blood stain was left on the crown of this huge oak tree, but the area it occupied was too small after all.

The war will continue. Even though it has become increasingly difficult for the senior rat priests to help this battlefield, the official priests have not been taken away.

Among the shaking bells.

This siege is particularly difficult, and the rat people are now fighting with the half-elf warriors for every fold of bark at the bottom of the trunk.

This massive oak tree is simply too big.

Even the folds on the tree trunk are wide and can be used as a platform for the army to stay.

The numerous rat warriors were driven up the huge tree trunk by the rat priests, climbed up, and started a fierce fight with the half-elf warriors in a small environment.

In the continuous cruel war, the half-elves were also forced to change. All kinds of elite warriors who had to go through various trials before they could take up their jobs have all withdrawn from the stage.

Those extremely elite forest warriors and wanderers have all been dispersed and organized into ordinary troops.

An act of desperation.

In every cruel war, death has become an eternal theme. The training of these elite elite warriors has long been unable to keep up with the rate of losses.

Even if it is not broken up and reorganized, it will sooner or later withdraw from the stage during the war.

Only the Demon Archer was retained.

Half-elf warriors, reserve troops, and shooter squads, these three arms have officially entered the stage.

The half-elf warriors were no longer naked from the waist up to show their prowess like their old predecessors, the forest warriors.

A sacred oak wooden spear that is no worse than a metal weapon, a rough but absolutely reliable oak shield, and a suit of rough bark armor.

This is the standard configuration of a half-elf warrior.

Managed by adult male half-elves, they are now the main war force of half-elves.

The reserve army, a team composed of half-elf young children and elderly people who were not yet mature enough, set foot on the battlefield in the all-out war that was losing ground.

Has the same equipment configuration as a half-elf warrior.

Divided into two groups, a reserve army composed of children and young people was placed in the canopy of the sacred oak for training, while the reserve army composed of elderly half-elves set foot on the battlefield.

In fact, these old half-elves are not easy to deal with. Over the long years, these old half-elves have learned one or two magic tricks and basically have good martial arts.

Although they cannot fight on this cruel battlefield for a long time due to the decline of physical fitness, they can sometimes cause great trouble to the incoming rat warriors.

Finally, there is the archer team.

The half-elves abandoned the elite archer model represented by wanderers.

The former half-elf wanderers were more versatile and powerful than archer troops.

Scouting, reconnaissance, harassment, sniping, these are all things that half-elf wanderers can do well.

Some all-round and dangerous troops, but it is a pity that these half-elf wanderers encountered the rat army as their opponent.

The rats never care about the sacrifice of the rat warriors. Even if they harass with all their strength and kill batches of rats in the dark, it is just like that for the rats.

Even these guys have never attracted the attention of Sheng Qi.

And their proud ability of lurking and camouflage is even more of a joke to the rats.

When the rat warriors all over the mountains followed the waving flag of God and began to destroy and damage every inch of land and every area they passed by.

The only way to greet these half-elf wanderers was to leave unwillingly.

A large number of conventional archer troops were formed. Accuracy and distance were not the most important. Facing the rats that were surging like a tide, quickly throwing arrows and suppressing the most rat warriors in the shortest time became the first requirement.

It should have been a large-scale archer phalanx.

But in that war, the large-scale gathering of archers would be attacked by the rats' huge catapults at the first time.

The priority was even far higher than those half-elf elders who showed up.

After one or two attacks, the half-elf archer phalanx was broken up into small-scale archer troops, flexibly appearing on the treetops and branches of the sacred oak as a support force for the battlefield.

The rats forced the half-elves to throw everything into the battlefield, whether it was the most disobedient and lax hermit tribes, or the conservatives who stuck to tradition and were unwilling to compromise with the unknown gods.

They all gathered on the sacred oak tree in the terrifying rat tide that washed the land like a flood or a natural disaster.

Become a member of the half-elf kingdom.

After all, the rats don't care what you believe in, what traditions you abide by, or what conflicts you have with other half-elves.

In their view, killing you and then placing you on the altar of the gods is your rightful belonging and glory.

The sweeping wave of rats has almost destroyed everything in this rolling hills.

The half-elves united unprecedentedly.

In order to survive, just to survive.

The cruel war continued on this huge oak tree.

That night, amid cheers, after piling up the lives of countless rat warriors, the rats finally captured a wrinkle on the rough trunk.