Chapter 230: The Ratman Who Devours Everything

The destruction of the church alarmed the church of God.

A team of church knights is about to arrive at this unknown marginal village.

The knight in the castle, who usually does not care about the affairs of the village and longs to step into the magnificent city one day, rarely gave a speech in the center of the village.

More and more sneaky figures appeared near the village.

The knight in old armor is not very good at boosting morale, or perhaps he is not very good at saying anything to these humble ordinary villagers who are never in the same class as himself.

The affairs officer climbed onto the simple high platform.

A patrol team was organized, not only during the day, but also at night.

The knight was quite distressed about the upcoming church knight. His family was once prosperous, but that was almost three hundred years ago. He was a little afraid of the church that appeared recently but was extremely powerful.

But the people under his rule were looking forward to it.

This news was revealed to the villagers by the affairs officer of the village in order to stabilize the floating hearts of the people.

Waiting.

The village during the day was as peaceful as always, and there was not much commotion, but most of the gates were closed. Even if one or two figures occasionally appeared in the village, they were mostly in a hurry, with indelible worries on their faces.

The night was about to come, and the young and strong in the village gathered together. The guards of the castle would not participate in this patrol. They were too busy to participate in the affairs here.

The torches in their hands were lit, and the castle was also brightly lit. The leader of the patrol pulled three hounds and shouted loudly as if to give himself courage.

But the screams of fear sounded not far away. The hounds noticed something, barked loudly, tightened the reins, and wanted to rush out, but their masters were a little more afraid and hesitated to take a step.

Until there was a commotion in the team behind him.

A hunchbacked middle-aged man had red eyes and shouted out of control.

"Old Susan!"

The patrol team really started to move, but when they arrived, it seemed a little late. A group of ratmen broke into a courtyard, the door was overturned, and they were noisy, raging and tearing something until the patrol team arrived.

The barking of the hound startled these raging ratmen, and they became a little more panicked in the face of the shadowy torch.

The two sides looked at each other, and a young ratman with blood all over his face mustered up some courage, raised his spear high, and wanted to intimidate the patrol team in front of him, staring at the villagers in front of him with red eyes.

At this time, there were many ratmen gathered in the yard, at least giving these young guys courage.

Whether to fight or something else depends on the reaction of the patrol team.

The young ratman stood up and straightened his hunched waist. With a sharp neigh, the movements of the other young ratmen behind him also stopped one by one. A pair of malicious eyes fell, and the face of the leader of the patrol team showed an expression that should not appear.

Fear, a trace of fear appeared on his face.

This made the leading young ratman's eyes appear violent, as if he was sure of something.

With a little more excitement, the straight waist hunched down again, and the body trembled a little more, which was a precursor to the attack.

The hounds reacted more violently.

At this time, a hunched middle-aged man rushed out of the patrol team, and he didn't care with red eyes.

The excitement on the face of the leading young ratman was interrupted. Among the pitchforks that were waved recklessly, the pitchforks with spots of rust were not just a weapon with appearance.

Panicked and dodged, the other young rats behind him also noticed something and scattered.

The rats fled in all directions, and the small yard suddenly became chaotic.

Almost all of them ran away in an instant. The red-eyed man didn't care. The young rat who led the group also lost his fighting spirit and wanted to escape, but he didn't get away. He was forced into the corner of the chicken coop and wanted to intimidate, but the red-eyed man didn't care.

The pitchfork pierced the young rat's body. He wanted to struggle in despair, but he was firmly nailed to the ground.

It all ended, but the ending was not happy. Only a messy yard and a desperate man were left.

Kneeling on the ground, covering his face, he began to cry.

"Old Susan! Old Susan!"

He really loved his wife.

But at this time, a sturdy woman with shoulders almost as wide as the door frame rushed out of a house not far away.

Old Susan was not dead. The group of ratmen only overturned the chicken coop in the yard. It seemed that the ratmen liked the hens raised by the farmers very much, and even the eggs were not spared.

The patrol team arrived in time. In fact, it would not have mattered if they were a little late. Old Susan seemed very moved. She rushed out with big strides and picked up the hunchbacked man.

This was a hug that could make breathing difficult, and the hunchbacked man's face turned red.

Looking at the bulging muscles and sturdy figure, the arms alone were almost as thick as the waist of an ordinary ratman. Maybe there was no need to be so urgent and worried. Old Susan should be able to protect herself.

This year's ratmen no longer wandered around the barns and cellars where barley was piled, but had an inexplicable interest in flesh and blood.

A man from the patrol team wanted to collect the body of the killed young ratman, but when his hand just reached out, the young ratman suddenly raised his head and bit the man's hand fiercely. Three fingers were bitten off in an instant, and screams rang out.

But the young ratman felt that it was not enough, swallowed the fingers in his mouth, and let out a piercing laugh. The hunchbacked figure strode over, stepped on the young ratman who was still struggling and not dead, as if stepping on a haystack in the farmland, pulled out the bloody pitchfork, and the young ratman raised his head and wanted to attack the farmer.

But the pitchfork fell first, piercing the young ratman's head, and the young ratman died completely.

Danger brought some changes. In crisis, people always admire the strong more.

After today, even if the captain of the patrol team did not change, the hunchbacked man became the center of the patrol team.

He was just an ordinary farmer who had done farm work for most of his life, but he suddenly became a celebrity, which was a bit uncomfortable.

There are more and more ratmen.

Attacks and harassment are more frequent, but they are supported by this ordinary village. There are indeed people with more special talents. Who would have thought that this ordinary hunchbacked farmer is a natural warrior?

Especially when dealing with ratmen.

Stab out the pitchfork, step on the grass, and then pick up the hay. These simple moves are extremely effective.

But it seems that nothing can be changed. There are more and more ratmen wandering around the village. Even though the wooden wall and the sentry tower have been built, even women and children have climbed the sentry tower to start guarding in the dark.

But every day is more difficult than the day before.

Persevere and wait for the upcoming church knights.

But the church knights did not come, but a flag arrived at the outskirts of the village first.

A real rat army has arrived.

It did not appear in the dark, but appeared openly in the daytime, bringing the real fear.

Fortunately, the flag that arrived here was not a dark flag, but the result was almost the same.

A ratman wearing dark full body armor as the commander, carrying a yellow and black fur flag.

It was a flag. The flag visited this village. After officially advancing into the forest, the rat war began to divide the troops. This was his way to deal with the possible attack of the heretic god.

Shu Zhan, who had not yet replenished the supervision team, found it difficult to command this huge army even if he dragged it by force, so he simply divided it into several parts of different sizes.

Shu Zhan did not give any clear orders to the separated troops, and he even still held the appointment of the rat warlord tightly, which brought some confusion. After all, there was no clear distinction between superiors and subordinates in the Eastern Expeditionary Force.

The separated rat army also lacked a commander, and Shu Zhan completely ignored such a problem.

He offered an extremely generous price. He did not care what these rat troops that were thrown out like bait were going to do, but if he wanted rewards, if he wanted blood mushrooms, and if he wanted the position of the rat warlord.

That was to show his merits and exchange them with the eyes of these weird hairless monkeys.

Yes, in the eyes of the rats, the ghost-eyed people were just a group of weird hairless monkeys, poor imitators.

It actually resembles the great god, but even the imitation is a little different. The great god does not have three eyes, nor does the great god have a weird blue skin.

If you want to imitate, it should be the noble red!

Some weird ideas appeared, but the rats did not hold back at all for this group of ghost-eyed people. If they are not completely similar, they are completely different. Heretics are all heretics to be executed!

As for whether there are some other emotions in this emotion, it is unknown.

Envy or jealousy, why do you resemble the great god, why can you resemble the great god.

This is an awkward feeling, although in this awkward emotion, the rats treat the ghost-eyed people in the same way as they treat other races.

They are all killing, throwing into the blood pool, and sacrificing.

Kill you, erase you, and you will no longer resemble, no longer resemble my great god.

A simple, efficient, and completely non-consumable method of handling the situation.

Of course, there will be special treatment.

The ratmen identified the Dark Eyes as abominable heretics, dangerous heretics, and heretics that must be completely eliminated.

Isn't this also a kind of preference?