Chapter 206, Scarlet Grassland

He raised the whip in his hand, but did not swing it immediately. He looked at the tall figure in front of him, thinking of something, and his expression became a little softer, even showing a smile.

But this smile made the tall rat man standing there tremble a little more.

Not long after, in the chaos, the big claw priest brought the young rat man in his hand to the scarlet pit.

The tall rat man was more adaptable, mixed in with the young rat men, and was watched with fear by the young rat men around him.

The language of the rats has something in common. Although the long separation will make the language of the two branches gradually diverge, at least there is the possibility of understanding.

The tall rat man was very happy with the fearful gazes cast by the surrounding people, and was about to follow the young rat men into the crowded pit in front of him.

At this time, a gentle voice sounded in his ears. The big claw priest would not show goodwill to his goods for no reason, unless he was more satisfied with you the more he looked at you, and the more satisfied he was, this was not a good sign.

Very good, very good!

The big claw priest's bright eyes that were about to glow kept moving on the body of the tall rat man.

This matter was not up to the tall rat man to choose.

He was horrified, and all the hair on his body stood up in such a sight.

Instinctively resisting, what happened next would definitely not be a good thing.

But this matter was not up to the tall rat man to choose.

The big claw priest raised the whip in his hand high, with a hideous smile.

In most cases, small war actions would not be so effective, and the big claw priests who came and went had some new gains recently.

Although I don't know where these particularly tall and strong rat men came from, since they are in my team, they are my own.

Soon, perhaps some more unique products will be born, after all, who doesn't love strong and tall guys.

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The centaurs galloping on the grassland crossed the scarlet pit and successfully reached the rear of the ratmen. It was very smooth, and there was not even any decent resistance.

After the stupid and rigid rat knights and brutal knights were all destroyed, the rats had no ability to stop the centaur cavalry.

In this vast area, these guys could only rush left and right, and several rat cities that were still under construction were attacked.

There was not even a decent resistance organized. The forces originally stationed in these cities left, and the remaining forces of the ratmen on this grassland all gathered towards the scarlet pit where the rat war was entrenched.

The city was destroyed, and the rats fled in all directions, running away along various channels. This centaur did not chase these weak rats who fled in all directions.

These weak guys are not worth spending such energy. Such actions are just a waste of time. They must do more things.

Destroy more rat cities in a shorter time.

Not only for the victory of this war, but also for the mother of the grassland, the centaurs revered this vast grassland. Even if they had offered their faith to the gods, this reverence had not changed.

But as they went deeper into the grassland, as they went deeper into the grassland, everything they saw was so shocking.

Without staying for too long, the centaurs continued to run wildly to the back of the ratmen, leaving behind the ruins of a burning city.

Soon after, the fire on the ratman city went out, and a rustling sound sounded on this quiet grassland.

In the withered grass, a ratman carefully poked his head out, looked around, and made sure that the surrounding environment was safe.

Running out of the withered grass and running towards the ruins not far away, it was a little late. Many ratmen had returned to the charred ruins and excitedly began to search for things in the ruins. Disputes broke out from time to time, and they fought each other with red eyes.

The rats who had escaped came back and gathered again on the ruins of the destroyed city, not taking what had just happened seriously.

There was not even much loss.

This was just a city that had not yet built a temple and a blood pool, so there was no need to fight desperately.

Not long after, some rat priests emerged from the underground of the ruins. With whipping and scolding, the charred ruins were restored to order again. From time to time, rats would emerge from the underground. Soon, this simple city was restored. Except for a more charred city, nothing had changed.

The centaurs were still advancing towards the rear of the rats, but the deeper they went, the more solemn their expressions became. I don't know from when, the scene that came into view was all scarlet.

It was not lifeless, but everything that came into view was stained with dazzling red.

They arrived at the Four Seasons Ranch, the area of ​​this vast grassland that had been occupied and operated by the rats for the longest time.

The pollution of the rats has almost semi-permanently changed this land. Scarlet has become the only tone of this area. The green grass still grows tenaciously on the grassland, but it has a touch of wilted. It grows very reluctantly and has learned to coexist with the scarlet in the land. There is a little more scarlet in the wilted grass leaves, which has become the food of a group of noisy guys in this area.

The rats have very limited utilization of this vast grassland. Goblins are randomly thrown in this vast area.

Fights will also occur, not only between the grassland lords, but also between rat farmers every day when the goblins are harvested.

If the goblins that can be harvested on your own ranch do not meet expectations, then there is no doubt that they must have run to the ranch of the neighbor next door.

Fighting is inevitable, and outposts are also established one by one.

In the melees, the rats on the Four Seasons Ranch became more fierce. Perhaps it was because of the changes brought about by farming. They just loved the land deeply and hated their neighbors deeply.

As soon as the centaurs set foot on the Four Seasons Ranch, they encountered a spontaneous ambush. A rat lord brought a large number of rat mercenaries and ranch owners to form a huge team and took the initiative to attack the incoming centaurs.

With flags waving and shouting, the two sides collided at the edge of the Four Seasons Ranch. The gap in strength between the two sides still existed. This was a huge centaur cavalry.

But an accident almost occurred during the collision.

The rat lord waved the flag while dancing with the enhanced version of the Earth Splitting Technique, and almost buried the commander of the centaur army in the ground.

At the critical moment, he was pierced through the chest by an arrow and fell to the ground powerlessly. The centaurs are also famous sharpshooters on the grassland.

This ratman lord, or rather, this senior priest who took office as the ratman lord, was famous for his bad temper. Because of his bad temper, he was defeated in the fight at the first time and was forced to come to the Four Seasons Ranch. Because of his bad temper, he was obviously one of the first few senior priests to arrive at this grassland, but he was forced to the edge of the Four Seasons Ranch.

In the oracle of the gods, he had already begun to prepare his army and was ready to participate in the bloody battle. At this time, he received the news of the arrival of the centaur army. On the spot, this bad temper could not be tolerated.

Then, he died here.

After the ratman lord with a rather bad temper fell, the ratman army wanted to struggle again, but the gap in strength was huge after all, and they were soon defeated. They fled in a huge rout and disappeared into various places in this vast grassland.

This was a qualified show of power.

The commander of the Centaur army carefully jumped over the cracked ground and snatched the flag next to the rat lord who was unwilling to close his eyes.

He was more cautious about this charge and was afraid of the scarlet grassland in front of him.

This was indeed a disaster, an absolute disaster. He pulled a scarlet grass leaf from the ground and put it into his mouth.

After a simple chewing, there was a little stinging in his mouth. The grass growing on this scarlet land was no longer fresh and even began to corrode the flesh.

A bright white light lit up on his body, the wound in his mouth was healed, and he looked at the scarlet grassland in front of him.

The Centaurs continued to march in silence.

The changes made by the rats to this grassland were far more than that. After the Centaurs left, next to the fallen rat lord who was ignored, in the blood spilling from the corpse, a piece of grass twisted and broke the scarlet soil.

It was still fresh, not wilted, and had no signs of withering. It was healthy and full, swaying slightly with the wind blowing over the grassland. However, there was a problem: its color seemed to be wrong.

Why was the color of the grass as red as blood?

Soon after, a group of messy figures came to the battlefield. They were not ratmen, but a group of goblins. They searched the battlefield with a large number of corpses with shining eyes, not letting go of anything.

Whether it was spears and armor, or the bows and arrows left by the centaurs, they were all the targets that the goblins were looking for.

These guys could not resist the ratmen gathered in this area, and they could not reverse the absolute disadvantage even with weapons and armor.

However, with these weapons, it can be foreseen that these guys should give the ratmen farmers a good boost on the harvest day of the next quarter.

During the excited search, an ordinary goblin came to the fallen Rat Lord. He ignored the fine robe made of wolf-orc skin on the Rat Lord, and was also not interested in the wooden staff that was carefully carved and printed with blood-colored patterns.