Chapter 232, Turning Everything Into Ruins

A large manor in the golden wheat field.

Rat War's target.

In this edge area near the forest, this manor is particularly eye-catching because of its size and unique form, almost like a small city.

Unfortunately, he was targeted by a tyrannical guy.

The black flag was raised high, and countless ratmen ran out.

Rat War's strategy is very direct, charging forward, charging all the way, and has already stepped out a road of ruins in this area, and everything along the way has been completely destroyed.

The rats have some human-only equipment, pitchforks, sickles, shields and armor engraved with family crests.

Armor often cannot be perfectly fitted, and is disassembled into various parts during the scramble, and is happily worn by young ratmen one by one.

A young ratman wearing a breastplate and holding a pitchfork, a young ratman wearing an arm armor and wielding a spear, and so on.

Only those who are full of energy like to make various attempts. Those real old-timers, senior rat warriors in the army, and those insidious and dangerous elements are more simple and concise, and believe more in the spears in their hands.

Rat Zhan climbed up a high haystack, but he was really funny without the black dragon scales. There was no hair on his body, and there were mottled and uneven scars all over his body, but it did not prevent his arrival from representing the danger and destruction.

With a sharp roar, the rats began to charge, surging like a tide.

A series of rough wooden ladders were carried out, and in the noisy sound, they were carried by the rats one by one and ran wildly towards the manor in front of them.

The archer climbed up to the observation window.

This manor has no real city walls, or rather, its city walls are composed of specially planned houses.

The houses are connected and combined to form a square fortress. There are no windows of different sizes on the walls facing the outside, but only rectangular windows for bows and crossbows to throw arrows.

Facing the attack of the ratmen, the humans in the manor quickly reacted, the crossbows began to operate, and the residents and guards participated in the defense together.

This manor was not unprepared for the arrival of the ratmen. They received a group of residents who escaped from the village destroyed by the rat war.

However, the arrows thrown and the crossbows fired were too weak for the group of ratmen who came, and they were not worth mentioning.

Soon they rushed to the front, and long ladders were set up on these houses that served as walls. The rats gathered under the long ladders and began to climb up excitedly in the crowd.

The guards in the manor climbed onto the roof and ran anxiously on the shaky wooden roof. This area has been peaceful for too long, so long that the roof, which was originally built as a war platform, has become so loose and rotten. You can clearly hear the creaking sound of the wooden boards under your feet while running.

Want to push down the long ladder that the rats put on the house.

This is not easy. Even if these long ladders are hastily made, most of them will be tied with broken spear points or sharp protrusions on the top. After being put on the wall of the house, the spear points will be deeply pressed into the wall and it is not so easy to push down.

Of course, there are exceptions. Some long ladders are too shoddy. The sharp protrusions and spear points are not firmly fixed. A simple push will cause the two to collapse in an instant, and the wooden ladder will be easily pushed down.

Or maybe the position of the ladder was really bad, and it was placed on the rotten and fragile wooden board, which could not be fixed and could be easily pushed down.

As the ladder was pushed down, the rats gathered near the ladder hurriedly avoided it, and the unlucky guy on the ladder fell to the ground with a terrified scream, and fell heavily on the ground, and there was no movement.

The rats who were hiding in all directions soon came back again, looking at the unlucky guys who fell to the ground without a sound.

Some rats have climbed up, which made the rats entrenched on the ground more agitated. The price offered by Rat War was not empty talk. Transport teams organized by the Great Claw Priest had come one after another, bringing a large amount of supplies, which were generously spent by Rat War.

The enviable encouragement finally made the mob under Rat War gradually look like something.

One claw after another grabbed the falling ladder.

The ladder that had fallen to the ground was lifted up again, and the climb continued in greed.

It was not realistic to push down the ladder to stop the rats from attacking the city. The rats kept pouring onto the roof, waving their spears with their claws and teeth, and a fierce fight broke out.

The human guards came up and killed the rat warriors who rushed up one by one, supporting this line of defense.

But it was very reluctant.

In the past, these guards were mostly doing things like maintaining public order, and they themselves would even become a burden to local public order at some point.

They had never experienced such a battle. If the survivors in the manor had not described the things these ratmen did so horribly, their morale would have been shaky long ago.

Skinning, evil priests, cutting off heads, digging out eyes, and even gnawing corpses.

This was too horrifying. They could not let themselves end up like this no matter what.

And in the manor behind them, their families, their property, everything they had, were all in the manor behind them, fighting with their teeth, fighting these hideous rats.

They were just a group of ratmen, and they were not afraid of them.

A slightly immature guard used the dagger in his hand to cut off the arm of a ratman waving a spear and rushing towards him. The ratman fell to the ground and rolled painfully on the rotten roof.

The glaring blood splashed on the face of the immature guard. Without wiping the blood off his face, the pungent smell of rust rushed into his nose.

Shouting loudly at this moment seemed to declare his courage.

"I'm not afraid of you! You damned ratmen!"

Perhaps in the future, he will be a qualified warrior, but the premise is that he must be able to survive.

A ratman wearing only simple leather armor and holding two spears appeared in front of the young guard.

A ratman warrior is just a ratman warrior.

The young guard was standing in front of the long ladder. The distance between the two was very close, and they were even close to each other. Such a close-range battle was not good for the ratmen warriors. After all, the spears needed a certain distance to be fully deployed.

The short sword has more advantages.

This ordinary two-wielding ratman cast his scarlet eyes on the human in front of him who was attacking him. For some reason, he could see a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

The two passed each other, and a dark spear penetrated from the jaw of the young manor guard and penetrated into the brain. The young guy was lifted high.

That hint of sarcasm became the last picture left in his eyes.

The sharp claws pierced into the closed eyes on the forehead, and an eye with a gray main tone but a touch of blue was pulled down abruptly. He was still a young man with great potential. The blue represented that he was qualified to open the eye between his eyebrows, which was the prerequisite for becoming a knight or a noble.

It was a pity that he obviously had no chance at this time, and his body was thrown down casually.

A senior ratman warrior who came up broke through the blockade and defeated a corner of the defense line. More and more ratmen rushed up, trying to gain a foothold on this roof.

At such a critical moment, the real owner of this manor appeared, a real knight, waving the long sword engraved with complex patterns in his hand, and the gathered wind column rushed all the ratmen in front of him off the roof.

The guards took the opportunity to fill the gap, and many jars were brought over.

After being lit and thrown down, a ball of flame exploded, and the rats gathered by the long ladder suffered. They danced in the flames, and desperate screams echoed.

The rat offensive finally calmed down, and the magic knight breathed a sigh of relief. More jars were lifted to the roof and thrown down with difficulty.

Although the rats were coming fiercely, the material reserves in the manor were still enough. He had already asked for help from the nobles nearby. As long as he held on for a while, it would be fine.

He began to sit in the battlefield in person, but what the knight did not notice was that the officer who followed him seemed to have an ugly face and was a little panic.

The rat offensive eased down, and faced with the burning flames, they began to stop.

Until Rat War waved the flag again, the cold eyes fell. In these days, Rat War was not just throwing gifts, but also killing people.

The rats were killed in droves. Those who were afraid or retreated were all beheaded. Their bodies and heads were all hung up in the ruins of villages and towns.

Rat War had done this many times before, but the rats did not learn from their mistakes. Perhaps those who had learned from their mistakes died in wars.

Rat War could only repeat this again and again.

With just a glance, the rat warriors started moving again, in panic, anxiety, and fear.

Charged in flames.

But the momentum of the charge inevitably slowed down.

One jar after another was smashed down in the scorching flames.

Even though the ignited rats were still climbing up, wailing and climbing with distorted faces, they fell one after another.

Rat War was not heartbroken, nor did he care about the death of these poor guys.

The magic knight was a little more panicked, and kept commanding the guards to throw down one jar after another.

Until a jar fell, broke, and burst into a ball of water, colliding with the burning flame, bringing out a hot steam.

The guard was stunned, but a rat man seized the opportunity.

The ratman, who was charred and flaming like he had climbed up from hell, grabbed the stunned guard and dragged the unfortunate guy to the ground with a twisted roar.

Amid the desperate screams, the situation seemed to have changed a little.

The can that was supposed to be loaded with kerosene and burned violently in the broken pieces was constantly exploding balls of clear water.

Faced with such a situation, not only the manor guards were stunned, but even the magic knight was stunned.

A bit of despair appeared on the face of the affairs officer.

The rats took this opportunity and rushed up. A manor guard holding a can suddenly threw the can in his hand at the rats who were climbing up in front of him in fear.

The can hit the roof heavily.

However, this can did not seem to be a fake one. The flames suddenly expanded, not only engulfing all the rat warriors gathered in this place, but also the manor guards who drew their weapons and prepared to fight to the death were swept into the flames.

Both sides fled in wailing, and the roof was in chaos, but this was not the end. The sound of breaking continued, and the rotten roof could no longer bear the weight.

The large-scale collapse, the guards and the rats were trapped in the house, fighting in the chaos.

The situation was completely out of control.

The magic knight reacted and raised the long sword in his hand in anger.

He kicked the official next to him to the ground.

"Insects! What have you done!"

The bright silver long sword fell, and the soul-destroying official was beheaded.

If he could defend himself, he would probably want to cry out for injustice.

He was helpless. The income of the manor was so little, and the amount of money that the knight master asked him every month to please the lady he met in the salon was constantly increasing. He couldn't give the money.

But it was obviously too late to say this now.

Everything was irreversible.

On the ground in the manor, the earth began to surge, and caves appeared one after another, and ratmen kept pouring out with weapons.

Everything is over.

Looking at everything in front of him in despair, this manor, the family's inheritance and glory, his glory, everything is over.

At this moment, this self-proclaimed noble knight behaved more unbearably than ordinary people. At least those humble ordinary people still wanted to survive and fight against the ratmen pouring into the manor.

But he didn't even have the courage to survive.

Trembling, he drew out the sword in his hand.

At least he died in a glorious way, not in the hands of these weak ratmen.

Comforting himself in this way, he wanted to end his life, but he didn't have the courage.

A pair of scarlet eyes were peeking at this scene, and suddenly, they rushed over and hit hard, helping the magic knight. The exquisite long sword pierced through the throat, and the magic knight opened his eyes wide.

It was a ratman old-timer holding two spears, dancing with excitement. Although he didn't quite understand what this guy was doing, he undoubtedly found a bargain.

Holding the long sword that was stuck in the neck of the magic knight, the magic knight was not really dead at this time. He pulled it hard, and a head fell to the ground. He threw down the long sword in his hand and picked up the falling head. It was not only this old-timer who was peeping at this scene. In the rustling sound, one ratman after another came over.

A fight is about to begin.

Of course, all this has nothing to do with the magic knight. He did not die peacefully, with his eyes wide open.

Rat War destroyed another place. It didn't take much effort to trample the manor in front of him easily. Even this scene was not enough for him to remember.

On the other side.

Qi had just taken a step and was ready to charge towards a small village.

Even if the fire in his heart surged, he couldn't be impatient. He still needed to accumulate strength to write merits and wait.

He still has a long way to go.