Chapter 250, Rat-to-Rat Meeting, Rat-to-Rat Warlord Advances

In the dim light, a gathering of ratmen and ratmen, or more accurately, a gathering of one group of ratmen and another group of ratmen.

A guy with his head held high was respectfully welcomed into a secret tunnel deep in the mountains by a group of young ratmen.

The ratmen on the main continent discovered this foreign tribe, this powerful ratmen, and the young ratmen were extremely excited. They had always existed as humble pests, but suddenly saw such a scene. Their powerful tribe was rapidly encroaching on this area, and those humans were also overwhelmed.

They wanted to join and surrender, but the elders among the ratmen still had some concerns.

Facts have proved that the concerns of these rat elders are indeed necessary.

The arrival of this guy with his head held high did not bring acceptance or greetings, but only the rat mercenaries who began to arrive in this mountain range one after another. Well, at this time you can also call them another name, the Rat Slave Catchers.

Endless ratmen were brought out from the depths of the mountains, with fear and confusion on their faces. The ratmen who had struggled hard under the pressure of the Dark Eye Human Empire but survived tenaciously until now were facing the crisis of extinction for the first time.

It came from the blow of their own people.

Tied with ropes, connected into a long string, and led to the rear, there were still many things that these slave rats needed to do.

In fact, there are more and better ways to deal with these ratmen on the main continent, but the ratmen can't think of it and it's difficult to do it. In the ratmen's dictionary, the two words integration and cooperation are offline.

But to some extent, these ratmen on the main continent have also achieved their long-cherished wish, becoming slave rats, becoming a member of the ratman empire, and being indiscriminately squeezed by this deformed and twisted country.

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In the first wave of the ratmen's attack in Jilang City, there should be no major problems.

The luxurious carriage has driven out of the exquisite little building again, flowing to the magnificent courtyards. Compared with the past, there are some changes. There are more guards wandering around the carriage.

The burning flames have not been extinguished yet, spreading in the continuous shanties. Many people are running barefoot outside the flames in despair, but they have not waited for any help.

The Pope of Stargazing moved the slums outside the city into the city, and then the slums also followed into the city. Entering this majestic and prosperous city did not bring much change to these poor guys.

Seeing that the flames were about to be difficult to suppress, the termites entrenched in the slums had to show their bodies to help extinguish the flames.

Gangs of all sizes organized order, the crazy black wizard began to call for rain, and even the rats moved to extinguish the flames that spread to the simple altar of the gods.

But there was no effect. The continuous shanties were too crowded, and the ignited flames began to spread with an almost crazy momentum.

An extremely ridiculous scene appeared. Those ordinary people, those most humble people, knelt on the street, staring at the flames in front of them. Facing this situation that could not be stopped, they were stunned and did not move. However, those who were usually dangerous were trying their best to save this disaster.

An out-of-place figure appeared in this messy place, with a hunched figure, a pitchfork on his back, and old armor. He was a knight, and he was also staring at the scenes in front of him.

He wanted to do something, but he didn't know what he could do.

He looked helpless.

In the flames, in this chaotic street, until a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, without any warning, a heavy rain fell from the sky, and the rapidly falling water drops hit the ground, hitting the stone slabs on the ground in the city of Jilang, making a crisp sound.

The flames began to go out, everything was saved, the flames began to go out, and those ordinary people who stared at the flames in a daze also became more energetic.

Raindrops fell on the charred charcoal, and a burst of water mist burst out. A woman with patched clothes rushed into the hot ruins regardless of anything, and searched anxiously in the burnt ruins.

Beside her, a charred figure was not dead yet, and stretched out his arms to her. His mouth, which was already mostly carbonized, opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

At the center of her eyebrows, a tightly closed vertical pupil opened. It was because of this that she had survived until now.

Naturally, some people in this charred ruin did not have time to escape, after all, the population was too dense.

The lingering support did not bring warmth, and what she wanted to wait for was not what she wanted. In the ruins, the woman found an iron box while anxiously searching, opened it, and some dull yellow-brown discs were displayed in it.

A touch of bright silver and white was mixed in the yellow-brown discs.

She twitched her nose, but it turned into charcoal. She wanted to cry, but she finally held back. Her eyes gradually became empty. Only then did she finally have time to cry.

It was not surprising. She had to wash clothes for a whole day every day to exchange for six copper coins. This box had accumulated too many days of hardship. One daughter died, but she still had three daughters alive.

The situation this woman encountered was not even a tragedy in this ruin.

After all, many people not only lost their loved ones but also their savings. The Pitchfork Knight saw a crying girl at the end of the street and took a step forward.

Compared to the residents in this slum, he is already considered lucky.

Standing in front of the crying girl, he didn't know what to say. This little girl reminded him of his daughter.

After groping around on his body, he could only take out a piece of white flour cake that he took a bite of. The crying girl took it, and the knights of the Holy See arrived.

In this heavy rain, the wailing girl was handed over to the Holy See Knights. During the handover process, the girl bit into the white flour pancake in her hand regardless of others, which made the Pitchfork Knights a little more relieved.

It’s good to be able to eat, it’s good to be able to eat.

Thinking like this, he turned around and left. After witnessing such a scene, he inexplicably wanted to do something. He had lost his old Susan. Maybe he wanted to do something. He was just an ordinary guy not long ago. .

He still doesn't know why he continues to live, until now.

"When people grow old, they are kind-hearted. Who told me this sentence? It seems to be that Mianxiao who didn't remember his name.

Old Susan, you are dead, but I am still alive. "

Saying such words, his tone was relieved and extremely relaxed. In the pounding rain, his stooped waist straightened up a bit.

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In the rat camp outside the city, all the flags erected in the camp left, leaving only Rat Zhan's dark black dragon flag in the center of the camp.

Other rat warlords were sent out by Rat War to lead their own teams.

There are a total of eight newly appointed rat warlords. In the occasional generosity of rat war, some rat men really seized the opportunity. Flag was also in the queue of these eight rat warlords. They were sent out together by rat war, around. Open this too tall city and head towards the depths of this continent. Rat Zhan will conquer this towering city with one force.

As an early warning and as a forward, if there are other enemies approaching here, then the rat warlords sent out will become an excellent buffer and early warning. If no large-scale enemy troops are encountered, then these The Skaven warlords who are about to travel far can also serve as the vanguard of the Eastern Expeditionary Force.

In such thoughts, Rat Zhan threw out all the rat warlords in his hands.

There is no rat warlord who opposes the arrangement of Rat War. Even if you have to bear the risk, staying away from Rat War will be a wise decision. The dazzling sun will obscure the light of the stars, not to mention that this sun is an extremely dangerous bloody sun.

Obviously, the rat warlords will not be the end of their ambitions. What they once looked forward to day and night quickly became boring after they really fell behind. They are greedy and thirst for more. This is the background of these guys.

Even though this is not easy, Rat Zhan is not like a white rat. He has long since stopped holding the rat priest tightly. The rat warlords have always been tightly held in his hands, an almost insurmountable mountain. .

But greed desires more, it is an instinct, an instinct that will never give up.

The pouring rain also affected the rat people. In the lightning that flashed across the sky, Qi led his army to leave the Eastern Expeditionary Force without hesitation and began to rush forward.

The heavy rain wetted the flag behind the flag, but the light in the flag's eyes was not stained by the heavy rain.

Fortunately, the stage on the main continent is big enough, and even the dark corners are big enough for unknown guys like them to wave their arms.

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In that young strait, the avenue made of metal, and the place where two towering fortresses stood, Naga's figure disappeared into the nearby sea, and the giant skeletal bell was raised high after being baptized by the blood of the Youyan people. Hanging, it synchronizes with the sacred bells in the barren mountains.

It rings on time when night and light alternate. Well, although there is no distinction between night and light in this small world now, the bell still rings at that moment.

It was obviously made of bones as a frame, but the bell sounded so ethereal. Countless slave rats were pressed near the strait, and more than half of them were mainland rat people captured by the slave team. In order to carry out a A huge project.

The temple guards were preparing to build a city, a city made entirely of metal. As if as a provocation, they used the holes made by the falling stars as a yardstick to build a city of steel that was poured out of the sea. , it may also be for some other considerations.

The leader of the temple guards put down the plan to build this city after seeing this strait. The location here is very favorable, both for defense and as an important pass.

If this city really falls, then whoever controls this city will be able to easily firmly hold the power of communication between the main continent and the sub-continent.

The rich mineral veins on the vast grassland became the basis for this huge project.

Of course, it is not enough to have enough metal ore, you also need slave rats, many slave rats, countless slave rats. With these slave rats, this huge project can truly be completed.

It’s not a big problem. There is no shortage of slave rats in the Skaven Empire, and the temple guards are never short of blood mushrooms. The slave rats themselves are not a problem, but the transportation of slave rats is a headache for the temple guards. The distance creates a problem. There was a delay, and the slave rats were wasting away like crazy in this project.

The construction process was also intermittent. It was not easy to station a metal city in the sea. It was much more difficult than pouring a road in this strait. During the pouring process, slave rats had to constantly dive into the sea to repair and plan the semi-solidified molten iron. Even if they wanted to build a city, the temple guards did not really want a city built on metal islands and reefs.

But this was inevitable to invest in slave rats, and the efficiency of slave rats in completing this task was not high. It was not surprising that such technical matters had to be done by the big claw priests themselves to be more efficient. However, even if the temple guards did not lack blood mushrooms, they could not mobilize so many big claw priests.

The huge statue cast in the desolate mountains was indeed a miracle, a miracle built by countless big claw priests and slave rats. Although the construction of the statue finally stagnated and did not fall completely, not everyone was qualified to mobilize so many big claw priests to pile up something without fear of hardship.

The temple guards gave a rather simple solution to this problem.

Put more slave rats on.

The bodies of dead slave rats floated on the sea surface, forming a thick layer, which began to emit a pungent stench, and the environment in this strait became worse.

Countless living slave rats were floating on the sea surface, and the bodies were floating around them. They held small shovels in their hands and sank into the sea again and again to correct the irregular edges of the molten iron.

There was despair on their faces. The long soaking in the sea water made these poor guys pale and swollen, but they could not stop moving. Crossbows were placed on both sides of the strait to prevent them from escaping from the strait and to suppress the riot.

The discovery of the main continent rat people gathering place can be regarded as a solution to the urgent needs of the temple guards. Countless captured main continent rat people were sent to this strait and put into the construction of this city.

The temple guards were very satisfied with these guys. In such a harsh environment and without enough Big Claw Priests to serve as supervisors, the slave rats mobilized from the Ratman Empire began to riot. On the contrary, the ratmen captured from the main continent were more honest.