Chapter 193, Du Yuan's Statue, Long Claw's Support

The mountains of ore were brought up high and poured into the dark blast furnace in the gears, in order to smelt a newly discovered metal.

It was also preparing for the birth of another miracle.

The dark red and brown ore turned into red hot molten iron in the hot blast furnace, and a nearly crazy guy stood in front of the blast furnace.

He was old and hunched, but his eyes were full of obsession and hope.

This was an old big claw priest and the only big claw priest in the rat council. Unlike the long claw who had abandoned his identity and almost left the ranks of the big claw priests, this old priest had always been working diligently in front of the white rat as a big claw priest.

He was responsible for the expansion of the underground rat city, the construction of outposts, the construction of industrial zones, and the planning of tunnels.

Such concentration won him the favor of the white rat. Over the years, he gradually began to rise to a high position until he became one of the thirteen rat councilors.

He has almost reached the limit of what a big claw priest can do. Even the arrogant Rat War will not look down on him too much.

Because in essence, the logistics of the Rat Kingdom has always been supported by the big claw priests one by one.

And he is the only rat councilor among the big claw priests. If he wants to use his influence to attract countless big claw priests to follow him in an instant, he can immediately build a faction of power in the Rat Kingdom that cannot be ignored.

The power in the hands of the big claw priests is not weak, but it has always been too scattered.

You can see these big claw priests driving slave rats in every city and every underground area in the Rat Kingdom.

The big claw priests have not yet shown a real leader.

Those senior rat priests who have a lot of resources in their hands can mobilize the big claw priests, but they can only mobilize the big claw priests who are attached to them.

These are only a small part of the big claw priests, and if you want to mobilize most of the big claw priests, the only one who can do it is this old guy and the Rat Parliament.

It is not surprising that this old ratman can do this, after all, he is the only ratman councilor in the Great Claw Priest.

The Ratman Council can be mobilized because of the arrangement of the White Rat.

Don’t think that the Ratman Council is just a new structure pushed by the White Rat, but the White Rat has left a lot of things to the Ratman Council. In addition to the two organizations of the Temple Guard and the Ratman Assassins, the power of the Ratman Kingdom in his hands has almost been thrown away.

The Great Claw Priests used to be directly in the hands of the White Rat, or to be more precise, all the ratmen had to crawl in front of him, the high priest.

Now, the ratman priests have left in groups, but the Great Claw Priests are still firmly held by the White Rat and belong to the Ratman Council.

The Great Claw Priests are active in every corner of the Ratman Kingdom in the framework of the Ratman Council.

And their leader in public is this guy standing in front of this black blast furnace.

His concentration brought him the favor of the white rats and also ruined the chance for the big claw priests to step onto the stage. For a long time, what the big claw priests paid was always so disproportionate to what they got.

All this is related to his inaction.

Can you imagine that a guy who has leaped to become one of the thirteen most powerful rat councilors in the rat kingdom does only two things every day: digging tunnels and expanding cities?

Is he really pinning his entire life on these two things?

In front of the tall furnace, the slave rats pulled the iron chain with great effort. The valve of the furnace rotated slowly under the pulling of the iron chain. In the harsh sound, the red sluggish water slowly flowed out, and a huge and rough mold was ready.

Under the whip of the big claw priest, the valve of the black furnace was completely opened.

Not long ago, a big claw priest in the industrial zone of the Desolate Mountains discovered a new metal, which was smelted by mixing the red and brown ores in a certain proportion.

The big-clawed priest excitedly presented the metal to the old big-clawed priest in charge of the industrial zone. After seeing the new metal, the old big-clawed priest was fascinated by its dazzling color, and a bold idea came to him.

Is it true that climbing all his life is just for expanding the city and building tunnels? It's just that the figure in front of him is too dazzling and too terrifying, so he can only crawl and focus.

Until he is old, until his life is about to come to an end, until he witnesses this dazzling golden metal.

The newly discovered metal is named blood gold.

The hot molten iron falls and fills the huge mold, and a dazzling golden color appears in the solidification.

The old big-clawed priest stopped in front of the mold that has not yet completely cooled down.

Almost dancing with joy.

This guy who was at the top of all the big claw priests was not that special. He looked like an ordinary old ratman who was about to die. There were patches of baldness on his hunched body. It was only because of the blood mushroom that his gray and yellow hair did not completely fade. Even the big claws on his hands were so dull and lusterless.

At this time, the white rat arrived.

The white rat did not look at the big claw priest dancing in the distance.

This big-clawed priest who had been crawling in front of him for his whole life was no longer so content at the end of his life, and he resolutely discussed the price with the white rat.

He was even willing to give up his seat as a councillor, his influence among the big-clawed priests, and everything in his hands to discuss the price with the white rat.

But it was obvious that the old big-clawed priest overestimated himself.

The white rat was noncommittal about everything he proposed. Did he really think that the white rat chose him because of his loyalty?

The white rat never believed in the word loyalty, and chose him only because the white rat saw his ordinary advantages.

Cowardice.

A cowardly rat dared not raise more ideas, at least when he was still alive, and it was most appropriate to push such a guy to the position of ratman councillor.

Although he was a little misjudged, this cowardly guy actually dared to discuss the price with him, even at the moment when his life was about to come to an end.

White Rat simply knocked on the stone table in front of him. With the knocks, the old big-clawed priest trembled so violently that he could hardly stand.

White Rat asked him to go back. He had not yet chosen which guy to take over his job.

As for the so-called price he offered, White Rat did not take it seriously at all. When a guy is weak to a certain extent, even the loud roar is so harmless that it is not even worth paying attention to.

But unexpectedly, the old big-clawed priest did not leave. Even though White Rat let him go, his body trembled and he was extremely scared, but he did not leave.

He was unwilling to leave and stubbornly paused in front of White Rat.

This really surprised White Rat a little, and the sound of his knuckles hitting the table stopped.

Trembling, the old big-clawed priest, the old ratman councilor knelt down to White Rat, raised the dazzling metal block in his hand high, and looking at his appearance, White Rat suddenly became a little more curious.

"So, what do you want to do?"

The white rat agreed with the crazy idea of ​​the old guy.

The cooled mold was opened by the slave rats who swarmed in, revealing the real contents inside, a base, a golden base cast by dazzling golden metal.

On the base, ratmen crawled and knelt devoutly with completely different expressions.

This is a kind of exquisiteness that does not seem to belong to ratmen. These cast ratmen even have carvings on their hair.

It's just a base, an extremely exquisite base.

There are not many things that ratmen can take seriously, only things related to the great gods, and things about the great gods.

This old big claw priest is casting a statue, a statue that will stand shoulder to shoulder with the mountains, using dazzling golden metal to cast a statue for the great god.

Put all your hopes on this statue, at the moment when your life is about to come to an end.

This is why the white rat is willing to agree. In fact, if you want the white rat to support you, it doesn't need so much trouble. As long as you do it for the gods, it's fine.

But most rat people can't do this, even the old big claw priest can't do it.

In the last period of life, the last hope is placed on the great gods.

The white rat who arrived at the scene did not stop at the old priest who was dancing with joy.

Looking at the base of the statue that has been revealed.

The white rat agreed with the old guy's idea and gave his support. If there was no nod from the white rat, everything the old priest expected would not even have a beginning.

Not for any other reason.

He also acquiesced to the existence of the statue in the small temple.

Since being rejected by the gods that time, the white rat has not had any messy ideas for a long time. The great gods don't seem to like these luxurious temples very much. The temples of the gods in the underground rat city have not been expanded since that time.

By now, this sacred temple has become a little too small for the underground rat city.

But the white rat has never agreed to expand the temple of the gods, because he is really afraid, afraid of being rejected by the gods again.

But this does not mean that he does not want to show the glory and greatness of the gods.

Especially as time goes by, he has begun to grow old.

Looking from afar, staring for a long time, he began to murmur unconsciously.

"Great God, great God."

It took a long time to withdraw.

The rats started a huge project in this barren mountain range. This is not the first time that this group of persistent guys have carved the statue of Du Yuan.

………….

In the rolling hills, in the tall sacred oak tree.

The lower part of this huge oak tree has been completely dyed red by the rats. In the repeated attacks, the last reserve of the half-elves, the young and tender half-elves, were also eaten by the rats.

The huge rat army officially rushed to the huge oak tree a few days ago, and then advanced all the way with great momentum.

This group of half-elves is finished.

What annoyed Sheng Qi was that these guys were unexpectedly stubborn. Even though he had led the army to rush to the huge oak tree, they were still able to disgust him.

The last group of half-elves were perched on the treetops of the sacred oak tree, relying on the narrow branches to withstand the impact of the ratmen again.

It was okay for only these guys to survive.

But damn it!

The temple of the heretic god was also on the treetops where the last half-elf troops were perched.

This really made Sheng Qi crazy.

During this period of time, he relied on the swollen ratmen and the huge catapult to eat up the defense line of these half-elves bit by bit.

This was almost like throwing blood mushrooms on this battlefield, and not bit by bit, but piece by piece.

He bit down the defense line of these guys.

He almost threw all the blood mushrooms in his hand into it, and he almost went bankrupt. If it weren't for the wolf orc fur that suddenly became popular in the rat kingdom that gave him inspiration, he would have asked the buyers for the price of the half-elf corpse again and again.

He was really bankrupt. This war might not be able to continue. As the fight between the senior rat priests became more and more serious, the supplies he received became increasingly scarce.

This huge army now almost entirely relied on Sheng Qi for support. He should have been happy because this represented the decline of the rat priests' control over the Western Expeditionary Force.

This was exactly what he wanted to see.

But now this damn war has not ended yet, which gave him a headache. Sheng Qi has not completely taken over the Western Expeditionary Force, but the pressure of logistics has already made him breathless.

The replenishment of weapons can still be maintained by the inventory recovered on the battlefield.

The problem of food on the battlefield can also be solved by eating corpses.

But these huge catapults, siege crossbows, and all kinds of messy equipment are gold-eating beasts.

But Sheng Qi just couldn't let go. If it weren't for these huge catapults, if it weren't for these messy equipment, Sheng Qi might still be staring at the bottom of this huge oak tree.

These things are very useful and powerful, and they are also a force in his hands. This is very important. He can't give up these war equipment.

But the logistics really made Sheng Qi's head grow big.

This war needs to end, and it needs to end quickly. The rats can still afford it, and those senior priests can also afford it, but Sheng Qi can't afford it!

He is going bankrupt! Going bankrupt!

Fortunately, there is good news.

The support that Sheng Qi has been waiting for has arrived. The support from the long claws has been waiting for a long time, but now it is just right for use.