Chapter 251, Those Lowly Fellows

But this honest performance will not bring them more benefits.

The temple guards offered a higher price for this group of slave rats from the main continent.

If being oppressed by humans and hiding from place to place all day is particularly difficult, then floating in this sea full of corpses is the real hell. Now, hell has opened its doors for them and began to actively invite them to enter.

It is not that there is no comfort. The big bell made of bones still rings on time. The ethereal and transparent bell sound has become the only comfort.

Faith began to spread.

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A bad news was sent to the hands of the Stargazing Pope. Regarding his request for help, he immediately asked for help from the neighboring provinces, but not even an accurate message was given. All requests seemed to fall into the sea until today, when a response was received.

His request was rejected.

At such a critical moment, the major churches were leaderless, the gods of mankind disappeared, and every province in the human empire was in turmoil of varying degrees. Naturally, no one responded to the Stargazing Pope's request for help.

This is bad news.

The traces of the rats appeared outside the city again, with pairs of scarlet eyes.

After sending out the rat warlords in the camp, Rat War began to wave the flag again, and the rats swarmed in again.

To be fair, there was no big difference between this siege and the last one. It was still the endless running of the rats, the whistling boulders and the wailing swollen rats.

Rat War's figure did not even really appear in the sight of the city's defenders. There was only a dense, surging black tide.

The departure of the rat warlord did not cause any big changes in the swarming rat tide. The black tide was still so endless.

The more elite troops were not mobilized, and the mode of war changed. It was no longer like the vast grassland, where both sides sent their most elite troops to attack each other in the most brutal and effective way.

Rat War's guards were not sent to the battlefield, nor were the rat knights, brutal knights, rat supervisors, and rat runners. All these troops were not sent to the battlefield. There was only the boundless huge army of young rats and rat warriors.

The long ladder was put on the city wall again. The piled rat corpses outside the city wall had been cleared, leaving only a dark brown land stained with blood.

This city is indeed large enough, and it gathers all the power of the human beings in this area.

It's smelly and hard.

Rat War suppressed his impatient temper. To deal with such a city, what is needed is patience, waiting for the opportunity to appear.

In the dark, on the high platform, Rat War wandered around the black flag a little anxiously.

Keeping patience is really a difficult thing, at least for Rat War, this bad guy even began to miss the war on the vast grassland.

Wandering back and forth, on the not-so-wide high platform, his eyes moved over the towering city, peeping in the dark, a greedy guy.

The endings of the cities captured by Rat War were all unexpectedly unified. It would not be a harmonious picture. It was not surprising that the city of Jilang did not wait for any help in this brewing disaster. The ancient and corrupt human empire was only one step away from disintegration.

I hope that by then, when Rat War tramples on this city, the nobles and the humble will be hung high together, the prosperity will be burned, and civilization and knowledge will be destroyed without scruples.

I hope that at this time, those guys will be alert and start to unite to deal with this disaster in the grief of the rabbit and the fox.

This bad guy will definitely do this, in order to show his glory and to show his achievements. Retaining more slaves will bring more and huge wealth, but Rat War will definitely not think about these at that time.

He is different from the rat priests. He will also be moved by the blood mushrooms, but above the blood mushrooms, he likes, likes, to listen to the fanatical shouts.

Before that, we need to wait.

Solemn guards guarded near the high platform.

Of course, the rats also have to pay a price. Such a city is not so easy to capture. Every moment, young or experienced rat warriors are dying, falling from the city wall, being bombarded by magic, being trampled by companions, and being killed by guards on the city wall.

Staring with eyes wide open, they turned into corpses on the battlefield. Blood flowed from the bodies of these guys, and their flesh and blood also rotted under the trampling and merged into the earth. They were the price, but they didn't care about the death of these guys.

Even if the lowly guys died, they were not worth the slightest concern, and they were not even qualified to be mentioned as numbers. The instant abundance made ordinary rats even more humble.

This heavy rain has not stopped yet, and it has been raining for many days.

The bright fire was hit in the sky, illuminating the land outside the city. In the heavy rain, countless rats gathered together and crowded forward. In the noisy voice, there were all kinds of voices.

But more of them were shouts to the gods.

These guys with red eyes are not without fear. Most of the ratmen being pushed towards the city wall are feeling uneasy and panicked.

"God bless me, great God bless me."

From time to time, the ratmen shouted these two sentences until they were pushed to the forefront of the war.

Holding the spear tightly in his hand, the heavy rain wet the hair on his body, everything was so blurry, the dazzling red reflected in his eyes, the wailing and crazy shouting became the clearest sound in his ears, even if the sound brought by the heavy rain could not be covered, the ratmen behind him were still pushing you forward, and the pungent smell of blood filled his nose and became more and more difficult to ignore.

In the end, you were pushed in front of the shaking ladder, and there was no choice. You held the weapon tightly in your hand, and the cowardice and fear were temporarily suppressed, or you waved the weapon in your hand and climbed up regardless, or you were more rational and gritted your teeth to hold the ladder in front of you.

But in fact, no matter what you choose, the ending that will greet you in the end will only be one.

Death.

The word brave has never been associated with ratmen.

In the city of waves.

When the ratmen outside the city launched an attack on the city, commotion also occurred in the city.

The guys hidden in the dark began to emerge in this heavy rain.

But their harm to the city was really limited. The prosperous streets and magnificent courtyards were guarded day and night. Even if the ratmen in the dark began to call their companions and gathered together, it probably had no effect on the guys in these areas.

And the ordinary residential areas, those blocks where decent city residents lived, would also have the power to deal with them. Most of the knights of the Church wandered in these blocks.

In the end, there were not many areas that these guys could harass, and the slums were one of them.

Even if the residents living here just survived, it was already quite difficult.

But the more difficult it was, the more they had to endure.

This area was indeed chaotic and dangerous, full of criminals, thieves, robbers, evil wizards, an area full of villains, just living here was like having original sin.

This kind of statement has been told everywhere all the time, and in the end, even the residents in the slums began to believe it.

Is it true?

The reason why the city of Surf has reached its current size is that it has undergone three expansions in history, occupying a large area of ​​land.

The nobles' reasons are very legitimate, and the expansion of the city has indeed brought them unparalleled benefits.

But those poor guys are indeed in front of them. Between the two choices of giving compensation and labeling them as criminals, they chose the second one without hesitation.

Most of the residents in the slums are descendants of poor guys who lost their land during these three expansions and have no ability to live in the city.

Faced with such a situation, these poor guys who have nowhere to go began to build those continuous shacks outside the towering city and do some work that the city residents are unwilling to do to earn some money to support their lives.

The nobles have always ignored these guys because their ancestors mostly benefited from the expansion of the city.

The rulers of the city mostly ignored them, because they really had nothing to gain from them. The Pope of Stargazing was kindhearted, at least he didn't leave these poor guys outside the city to die.

But their suffering was not over.

The civilization of the Dark Eyes was obviously much further than that of the rats, but the residents of these slums were so humble that they were no less than slave rats.

Today, there was an extraordinarily abrupt figure wandering in the slums.

A knight, a real knight, although he was wearing tattered armor and carrying a rusty pitchfork.

In the heavy rain, wandering in the continuous shanties, his opponents also had rats, but they were not limited to rats.

Pagans, evil wizards, aliens, and finally rats.

But his movements did not change much, stabbing, teasing, pressing, three simple movements, as if he was fiddling with hay in the fields, but in the battle, he pressed down the guys who popped up one by one, fighting in the heavy rain.

The residents here could not give any reward, and even if they ignored them, they would not have to worry about being condemned. These guys had long been beaten into criminals.

He had no need and no reason to fight here, but he did not retreat.

His figure was not tall, and even a little hunched, but he was particularly dazzling, even in this dimness.

The rats retreated again, leaving behind countless corpses. The loss of the city defenders was a little more serious than the last time. The heavy rain that still did not stop weakened the effect of the kerosene. After the fur on their bodies was wet, even if they were ignited by the flames at the first time, the rat warriors could still climb up for a while.

In this siege, the rats rushed up the city wall many times, and the two sides fought on the wide city wall.

But in the end they were all driven down, and there were enough magic knights stationed on the city wall.

In this heavy rain, the defenders on the city wall began to clean up the battlefield.

With the shouts of the knights, the guards who were sitting powerlessly on the city walls were called up. Now was not the time to rest. The corpses of the ratmen piled on the city walls were thrown down together, and the weapons scattered on the ground were collected. The large and small blacksmith shops in the city of Jilang had the ability to forge and recycle weapons.

The constant influx of ratmen left behind a large number of spears and a variety of strange weapons. These things will not be wasted and will be put into use again after being recycled.

Buckets of scalding hot water were carried up the city wall, with some floating herbs soaked in them, used to drive away the wind and cold for the knights and soldiers who were soaked in the rain.

At the same time, some mages specializing in healing also appeared in the towers on the city wall.

As the central city of this rich province, all kinds of things in Mountain Dew City are relatively complete.

Especially in terms of medical treatment, the injured guard was carried into the tower, and healing spells were cast one by one, accompanied by quick and accurate treatment of wounds.

The messy battlefield was quickly dealt with and cleaned up.

The Stargazing Pope climbed onto the city wall and stopped in the tower. This time the rat people did not completely retreat into the darkness, but chose to set up camp far away from the city wall. You can see the shadowy scarlet on the city wall, densely packed. Every point represents the existence of a rat man.

The reply that arrived today made the Stargazer Pope feel very bad. Mountain Dew City can indeed resist the Rat Man's attack, but it is obvious that the current confrontation is just the beginning.

Without support, can this city really sustain itself for a long time?

Looking at the shadowy scarlet eyes outside the city, he made a decision.

Be prepared. Without reinforcements, stubborn persistence is just a slow death.

In the slums, as the rat army retreated outside the city, the sneaky guys who had appeared quickly retreated as if they had seen the sun. The cruel battle was over, and the Pitchfork Knight leaned on his knees and panted on the street regardless of his appearance.

Around him, many corpses were listed.

This was not an easy battle, but it was easy, and the pitchfork in his hand was still handy.

Panting, it’s not easy! Make such an exclamation.

Regarding his appearance, the residents in the slums were not so enthusiastic.

I'm a little scared, after all, knights and nobles are always so intimidating, but there are many figures secretly watching here through the simple curtain, watching the knight breathing heavily in the middle of the street.

Some guards arrived in a hurry and cast their eyes at the Pitchfork Knight in the middle of the street in surprise.

The Pitchfork Knight with the corpses beside him looked so bright.

At the sight of the guards, Pitchfork Knight stood up consciously, came to the edge of the street and sat down against a simple shack.

The guards came back to their senses and continued their actions. They began to shout loudly and recruit people. Soon, figures emerged from the shanties. From this, the area began to become lively.