Chapter 220, Grey Stone

Finally, he took the parchment roll.

He was pushed out of the corner where all kinds of leather materials were hung, standing in the center of the noisy ruins, a little confused. In the prosperous and noisy ruins, a young ratman crossed paths with him and was firmly caught by him. The young ratman was a little more exasperated and pulled out a short blade made of bone.

But what he faced was a pair of terrifying red eyes.

Fear spread, wanting to escape, wanting to let go of the stolen parchment roll, but it was too late. A short spear was sent into the chest of the young ratman. On the corpse, this stupid guy picked up the parchment roll and held it tightly in his arms.

He was a stupid guy. The Rat War Army had always opened the door to them because of the excellent quality of these guys among the ratmen, rigid loyalty.

Although it is hard to say whether this quality can be regarded as an advantage for them.

Because of loyalty, it is regarded as an excellent tool.

The stunned guy finally looked back at the dark corner behind him, and took a step in silence. He was going to leave, towards the barren mountains in the distance.

Deep in the noisy ruins, in the shop where all kinds of leathers were hung, the long-haired rat had exquisite craftsmanship. Every piece of leather hung high was engraved with exquisite and complex patterns. If she was willing to go to the rat lords, she should be able to get an excellent treatment.

The craftsmen that the rat lords valued, especially those who could engrave the patterns of gods, but for some reason she had been living in this noisy ruins.

The leather with exquisite engraved patterns became the source of being peeped at, and the stunned guy who stood silently in front of him had also left.

There were many regrets, but all these regrets turned into expectations for that guy.

"You must do it, go become a priest, go spread my name."

Muttering to himself in a low voice, more and more greedy guys surged around, his eyes fell on the leather materials, on her body, and he was not afraid, and pushed down the rough lamp at hand, which was secretly made for him by the stupid guy in the dark, so that he could see more clearly in the dark.

That guy was not as stupid as the rumors said, and when he thought of this, a smile appeared on his face.

The lamp fell to the ground, and the flames began to spread, but the long-haired rat didn't care about it.

Those cold and stupid guys gathered under the Rat War may not be so stupid, they have emotions, and even those emotions are far more passionate than ordinary rats, but they are all deeply buried.

They are not defective individuals, but some of them don't seem to be able to be born in this country.

The flames are about to completely engulf the long-haired rat.

Only at this time is he willing to show his sadness.

"Forgive me."

A faint voice fell, and the flames completely swept everything here, burying these precious leather materials engraved with various patterns and their creators together.

Outside the grassland city, a team of rat caravans began to question the rats gathered in front of them.

"What are your names!"

After more and more rat lords settled in this grassland, the competition for interests led to the emergence of a mess of caravans. Under great competitive pressure, these caravans had to expand their business beyond their business practices.

A pilgrimage road was opened up in this way. As long as you hand in a batch of blood mushrooms, these rat caravans will take you to the desolate mountains and the city of gods.

Of course, in addition to being charged a large number of blood mushrooms, the rat caravans will not cover anything else except for the charges. If you die on the road, you deserve it, which is a lack of piety to the gods.

But in order to keep the business going, this group of bad guys will not completely ignore it. After all, if no one survives after a few times, this business will not be done. At least some guys will be guaranteed to complete the journey smoothly during the round trip.

In order to increase the attraction, some customized services have been launched.

With a big smile on his face, he smiled at the customer in front of him.

"Excuse me, what is your name!"

"Squeak!"

"Okay! Welcome to the great and sacred road of faith!"

Such a simple sentence made this Squeak decisively pay the toll.

With a simple sentence, the transaction volume soared by more than half, which made my performance turn around, and the rat lord would nod with satisfaction when he saw it.

But the link of chanting the name is really a bit torturous. The name of the rat man is not complicated. Most of the rat men have never had any serious names, or in other words, they have no names at all.

Often after being asked this question, they will shout out a name like Squeak, Squeak, Squeak, Squeak, in deep thought.

In particular, they seemed to attach great importance to this, and they always had an inexplicable excitement when calling out the name.

After sending off the last Zhizhi, the big claw priest soon welcomed the next Zhizhizhi.

Of course, he couldn't understand the excitement of the ratmen in front of him, but it was not bad to earn blood mushrooms.

Walking one by one, many ratmen had their own names for the first time, and they were looking forward to this journey with ignorance and excitement, even though they had been told after coming here that the temple of the great god, the truly great temple, was not something they could look at, even from a distance.

But they were still so excited, looking forward to coming to that great city. Many of the ratmen who embarked on this pilgrimage were no longer young, and some were even born in the underground rat city. The memory of that city was not good for them, but they wanted to go back when they were old.

I don't know why.

After repeating that sentence again and again, the big claw priest came to a strange guy, a guy holding a roll of leather and carrying a spear.

The dull expression made the big claw priest feel familiar, like the cruel guys in the ratman supervisory team, the expression was a little more unnatural, and there was also a memory of being driven away by the ratman supervisory team.

But now it was business after all, for the sake of the blood mushroom, he suppressed his unnaturalness and spoke to the strange guy in front of him.

"Excuse me, what is your name!"

This sentence made the stunned guy holding the leather scroll pause, and the big claw priest breathed a sigh of relief.

In silence, the stunned rat man thought of something.

"Graystone."

Give a name that is slightly different from the squeak series, but not special.

Shout loudly.

"Welcome Graystone to the great and sacred road of faith!"