Chapter 22, Madman! You Are All Crazy!

Daybreak.

The Lizardman leader tiredly greeted the dawn of another day. The warm sunshine was shining, and the number of Lizardman warriors around him was much less than two days ago.

In just three days, three hundred Lizardman warriors had fallen in this mountain range. The original 500 Lizardman advance team was reduced to only two hundred.

In contrast, the Ratman army suffered even more serious losses.

Every night, these crazy Ratmen would charge at the Lizardman team that advanced deep into the mountains.

There were corpses everywhere.

Not far away, a Ratman holding a wooden stick climbed up from under an extremely large rat corpse, and roared sharply in a resentful and angry look.

"You damn reptiles, reptiles, reptiles that angered the gods, I will kill you! Kill you!"

He waved his wooden staff high and charged at the lizardman leader without hesitation, but the strength between the two was too great. In just one move, the ratman fell to the ground.

Staring at the lizardman leader in front of him with blood-red eyes, he was angry and unwilling, muttering to himself.

"Kill you!"

As soon as the voice fell, he was out of breath, his eyes widened, and he died with his eyes open.

At night, the killing lasted all night. During these three days, the crazy rats almost never stopped, especially after these crazy priests arrived.

The lizardman leader could no longer remember how many ratman priests he had killed. It might be a number that he would never see in his life. He couldn't remember it clearly.

The more he pushed forward, the crazier these ratman priests would become.

He was getting closer and closer to his destination.

Cold corpses were piled up along the way, both ratmen and lizardmen, fresh and smelly.

His faith was not devout, and he even had some doubts about the god who suddenly descended, but looking at the scene in front of him and the final destination in front of him.

He was a little shaken in a trance.

He made a pious move.

He prayed to his own god.

He prayed with a tired voice.

"May the gods bless you!"

Then, he shouted loudly, and the tired lizardmen warriors behind him also took steps and began to march towards the high mountains in front of them.

…….

In the cave, in front of the bloody lake, in the cave where Du Yuan's altar was placed, a sudden attack occurred, and ratmen of all sizes were tied up and pushed in front of the bloody lake, in front of Du Yuan's altar.

Among the terrified and struggling figures, there was the figure of the spear rat, and he was facing the guy with a gloomy and uncertain expression in front of the altar, the white rat.

As the rat priests continued to enter the battlefield, the war became more and more cruel. These crazy priests were not prepared to let go of themselves, so they would not let go of other rats.

All the rats began to charge frantically in the overlapping berserk spells, and even the spear rats were in this ranks.

Those who escaped would no longer be degraded to slaves, but would continue to be pushed into the battlefield to continue fighting with those lizardmen.

The spear rat was scared. Facing such a situation, he was really a little scared. In the charge that almost wiped out the whole army again and again, he looked at the crazy rat priests around him and the lizardman leader holding a big stick high in the distance.

Fear filled his heart until he destroyed everything, fled back to the underground cave with the remaining guards and rat warriors, and refused to fight again.

The Spear Rat completely lost his faith in Du Yuan. He thought it was good to have no gods. He was scared, really scared, and wanted to escape, escape along the excavated tunnel. After the lizardmen left and the gods disappeared, he would still be the boss of this mountain range.

But just when he wanted to escape, he was once again attracted by the blood mushrooms and couldn't take his eyes away.

Unexpectedly, the white rat did not reprimand him or fight with him. It seemed that he forgave him, and it seemed that there was really no manpower left in the war, so he just asked him to guard the altar when the lizardmen attacked the altar.

The Spear Rat didn't intend to listen or do anything. He would run away immediately after the group of lizardmen arrived. The only reason he stayed here now was because the white rat piled a bunch of bright blood mushrooms in front of him, but it was useless. No matter how many blood mushrooms there were, he would not fight again. These priests were crazy, and these guys who believed in that god were crazy.

He was not crazy, he was a smart guy, he would not fight.

But he wanted to eat blood mushrooms.

In this way, the Spear Rat finally did not escape the evil consequences of greed. When the Lizardman team was about to arrive at the underground cave, the White Rat suddenly attacked, tied up the Spear Rat, the Ratman warriors following the Spear Rat, and the Spear Rat's personal guards, and pushed them all to the altar of the great god.

The Spear Rat struggled in fear, but what greeted him was the sudden smile of the White Rat after his gloomy expression.

"I won't kill you. You lowly guys are not worthy of being sacrificed to the gods."

"There are not many rat warriors now!"

This sentence made the Spear Rat, a guy with the potential of a hero, suddenly feel the hope of life. He shook his body frantically and crawled on the ground like a maggot.

"Let me go, I am willing to fight for the gods, let me go, only I can fight them, can fight with their leaders!"

He shouted loudly with a sharp voice.

But the white rat did not pay attention to his shouting, but showed him a meaningful smile.

Compared with the loss of the lizardmen, the loss of the ratmen would only be greater. The original one thousand rat warriors accumulated by Du Yuan have only a few dozen left, and the accumulated priests have also been killed and wounded in waves of charges.

Now there are only seven or eight rat priests left in the cave, the rat warriors in front of them are tied up, and the black mass of slave rats who are hunched over and silent.

They quietly look at everything in front of them, but have no reaction to most things.

Until the snow-white mouse climbed onto the altar and shouted loudly.

The red eyes gradually became brighter, and this brightness reached its peak when the rat priests sent blood mushrooms to them.

Amidst the violent panting, greed appeared in the eyes of these slave rats.

They stuffed the bright red mushrooms into their mouths randomly, and unimaginable warmth surged in their bodies.

What followed was piety, unparalleled piety.

They enthusiastically followed the white rat and shouted together.

"For God!"

"For God!"

The spear rat looked at this scene in horror. Such a scene evoked his memories of the battlefield, and he shook his body uneasily.

What frightened him even more was that the white rat came towards him, carrying a blood mushroom that was completely black and without any blood color.

With that smiling expression.

An indescribable fear began to brew in his heart until the white rat pulled down the cloth strip on his mouth.

"You are all crazy! You are all crazy!"

The screams of fear and despair echoed in the cave.