Chapter 252, the Rats Are Coming

Thin men emerged from the shanties one by one amid the shouting, gathering in front of the guards with some fear and desire.

The guards shouted loudly and offered a good price.

Fifteen copper coins.

The guards raised the lanterns on their waists and selected the men gathered in front of them like selecting livestock. The weak firelight reflected the faces shivering in the rain.

The pitchfork knight leaning on the simple shanty also heard the guards' shouting words, and was a little stunned, because of the reward of fifteen copper coins, two copper coins could be exchanged for a large glass of beer.

Swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Behind him, with a creaking sound, a small figure poked his head out. Perhaps because he was too immature, or perhaps because he didn't understand what was going on, he was not afraid of the pitchfork knight covered in blood. In his ignorant expression, a piece of white bread was handed out.

That was something brought by the Vatican knights who visited this area not long ago, some white bread with no taste.

The bread in the little guy's hand may have been there for a while, or maybe his hands were a little too dirty, a dark handprint was left on the bread that was bitten and no longer white.

The guards had already made their selection, but before leaving, they brought the men gathered behind them to the front of the Pitchfork Knight.

Respectful salute, because of the old armor on the Pitchfork Knight, and because of the corpses displayed in the middle of the street.

The ignorant little guy opened his eyes wide with some curiosity in the face of this situation, and subconsciously stuffed the bread in his hand back into his mouth again. His teeth were not fully grown, and the bread was stained with saliva, and there was a small gap.

The Pitchfork Knight was a little nervous about the guards gathered in front of him. He didn't move for a while, and seemed a little cold and solemn, but the guards didn't bother him too much and left soon.

The Pitchfork Knight breathed a sigh of relief, and the little guy also retracted his sight, pulled out the dirty bread in his mouth again, and handed it to the Pitchfork Knight next to him. Behind him, an anxious voice sounded.

A tired-looking woman opened the old wooden door of the shanty, but her face was filled with fear as she was hit by the pungent blood. The Pitchfork Knight noticed this and turned over to stand up, but the little guy next to him refused to give in and took the dirty and two-nicked bread.

The hunched-backed Pitchfork Knight left just like that.

The heavy rain was finally about to stop.

Pulling off the mask, the Pitchfork Knight stuffed the dirty panel into his mouth, and his figure gradually disappeared.

On the city wall, the waists of the thin figures were tied with ropes, and they began to slowly descend outside the city wall. The piled rat corpses outside the city wall needed to be cleaned up, and the various metal weapons left behind also needed to be collected.

These jobs needed people to do, so the men in the slums were naturally found.

There was a certain danger. Not all rats died, and many were abandoned just because they were injured.

The danger comes from these ratmen who are not dead. When searching for corpses, they are easy to be attacked by them.

But it doesn't matter. These thin men are not much different from slave rats to some extent.

Under the city wall, a ratman corpse in the pile of corpses suddenly jumped up and attacked a thin man. Even though he didn't hold a weapon in his hand, the sharp claws still tore a big hole in the thin man's stomach, and his internal organs flowed out. It seemed that he was dead.

After killing the thin man in front of him, the ratman dragged his broken thigh tenaciously and limped to escape. But soon, an arrow shot through his body and nailed him to the pile of corpses under him. Even if the ratman was hit by the arrow, he still struggled for a while before finally dying.

These injured ratmen abandoned on the battlefield mixed in the pile of corpses outside the city wall and became some trouble.

Although these troubles exist, the recycling of weapons on the battlefield is still going on. The man who was killed received a pension of about three times the copper coins he was paid today, 45 copper coins, and the rewards for the recruited thin men were increased again.

Every time they brought back a spear, they could get an extra copper coin as a reward. Such a simple measure was very effective.

After entering the state of war, the prices in the city of Jilang saw a huge increase. They needed more copper coins, even if they didn't feed their families, they needed more copper coins just to feed themselves.

Many of these thin men died under the city wall.

After a while, after the initial cleaning of the battlefield, cans of kerosene were thrown down the city wall, and with the falling of fireballs, the hot flames were ignited.

The piled up corpses would bring many problems, even if it was to prevent the rat corpses from forming a slope, not to mention the plague that came with the rot, the pollution of the land, and all these various situations.

Landfill is a very suitable situation, but in this darkness, leaving the city to work is not a wise choice, so just light a big fire.

In the hot flames, the bodies of the ratmen are gradually melting.

This is not a very exciting scene, but the burning flames still make people feel inexplicably reassured, and the morale of the city guards has recovered to a certain extent.

They believe that they can still hold on. The Stargazing Pope is obviously not stupid enough to release the news that there will be no reinforcements in the short term in the city of Stirling, and even deliberately spread some false news. In his words, a large noble coalition has been organized and is heading to Stirling City.

In such words, at least for now, everyone is full of confidence. They believe that after the arrival of the noble coalition, these ratmen will be easily defeated.

In fact, without the dispatch of elite ratmen, even if the number of ratmen warriors gathered is so large, but a single one, or even a small team, is indeed not strong.

The Stargazing Pope's language art is very exquisite. In a speech to appease the city guards, for these city guards, there are also magic knights present.

It was just a few simple, vague words, but they were extremely misleading, making the guards and the magic knights believe it.

It was not only the Pope of Stargazing who had channels to communicate with other provinces of the empire. In the complex marriage, nobles of all sizes established networks of all sizes throughout the human empire.

They were undoubtedly well-informed.

But the vague words of the Pope of Stargazing in that speech gave too much room for imagination, just one sentence.

"The region that has lost its owner needs to gain the support of the powerful."

It made the nobles in the city of Jilang have many unnecessary thoughts and a little more peace of mind.

This is not surprising. Even if the Pope of Stargazing sold all this area to other great nobles, as long as they were also nobles, as long as they did not covet the position of the leader, their status would hardly fluctuate. There were their own rules of the game between nobles.

With a speech, the Pope of Stargazing stabilized the city guards and the many small noble families of magic knights.

As for those nobles who really know the truth and can really see the higher level, they will not expose the words of the Stargazing Pope, which is of no benefit to them.

In fact, there is no need to be so anxious. The morale in the city is far from the point of collapse and needs encouragement, but the Stargazing Pope seems a little too anxious, perhaps because of anxiety.

After learning that no power will come to rescue the city, he began to become uneasy.

He needs to keep this city, he needs to keep the Stargazing Church. The gods once whispered, and the gods need believers to recite his name.

The dimness of the gods still affected him. He was not as calm as he showed, and the Stargazing Pope's actions began to become anxious.

A team was gathered by him in the city.

The next day, almost at the same time, outside the city, the endless ratmen began to surge again.

Like the Pope of Stargazing, Rat War was also more anxious, anxious about the slow progress of the siege, but unlike the Pope of Stargazing, he did not doubt the fact that he was about to win. He was just impatient and impatient.

This was reflected in many aspects.

Ratmen began to appear again in the winding and narrow tunnels under the city. The accompanying magicians in the city of Waves repaired the passages where the ratmen poured out, and some creations similar to the miniature versions of the huge stone pillars buried under the city were placed in these opened underground tunnels.

The corrupt empire of the Ghost Eyes has been passed down to the present. Even though there have been many twists and turns during this period, not much has been lost in the civilization gap. These stone pillars used to lay the foundation of the city and stabilize the ground in the pioneering era can still be manufactured in the magic workshop in the city of Waves.

However, due to time constraints and the city construction map that was lost with three expansions and generations of inheritance, it is obviously unrealistic for them to find and repair the broken stone pillars, gaps, and loopholes buried underground in a short period of time.

But it is still possible to make some small emergency nodes to fill them.

But how to say it, when you find a cockroach, you should not explore how many loopholes there are in the city.

There are constantly rats appearing in the city, and the commotion begins to spread. The hunched figure stands in the center of the street again, and the knights in the city begin to run wildly in the streets, but they are not the focus.

The figure of Rat War appeared on the outskirts of the city for the first time. Although Rat War, who was mixed in many rats, was not eye-catching, he did not really engage in the battle, but just wandered anxiously on the edge of the darkness.

The offensive of the rats was more intense and more intense today. The heavy rain stopped. In the wetness, both sides relied on the city wall to fight cruelly.

More bodies were thrown down and piled up on the towering city wall. The height of the pile reached a new high, although it still looked inconspicuous compared to the towering city wall.

But it made people more tired.

Even the magic knights stationed there were exhausted and collapsed on the city wall during this attack. More wounded were waiting for treatment.

The guards brought more thin men from the shantytowns, tied them with a thick hemp rope and dropped them from the towering city wall.

Today's attack on the city by the ratmen made the Stargazing Pope more determined in his thoughts.

Some ratmen even came out from the backyard of the Stargazing Church.

The knights were gathered together, the extremely heavy blockages in the city gate were cleared, and a fully armed team was organized.

The Stargazing Pope, who did not want to sit and wait for death, decided to march out of the city.

It was not that he had lost his mind. Even though he was getting more and more anxious during this period, the current Surging City still had the power to fight against the ratmen with his timely gathering of power, even if it was barely supporting it.

He drew a line on the map with Surging City as the starting point and stopping at another human city.

Even if they held on, they could never be in this state of siege. He had to open up a road. As long as they could maintain the existence of a road and the power in Surging City could be replenished, then this would not be a dead end.

The nobles guessed correctly. The Stargazing Pope did have the idea of ​​selling this province. As long as he could get support and keep the Stargazing Church, he would not feel any pressure to do so.

In the center of the city, in a temple inlaid with a large number of purple gems, which was solemn and mysterious, under the soft magic light, the Stargazing Pope wrote down his words on the letter in front of him.

He didn't mind putting eggs in multiple baskets, but sometimes not every basket was trustworthy.

He had already thought about where to send the letter.

Hoping that the reply he got this time would change, the Stargazing Pope put away the feather pen in his hand with a calm expression.

The heavy city wall slowly opened with the turning of the gears. The battle was over, but the accompanying mages were sending more lighting magic to the sky. The darkness in this area was completely dispelled, as if it were daytime.

A human army also appeared from this towering city.

The sneaky figure outside the city wall was frightened by the high-density lighting technique and disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind a messy camp. The rats did not make any more moves for the time being, perhaps they were a little unsure of what these guys were doing.

But this was only temporary.

If there was no fortress, it would not be easy to defend against the rats that kept pouring in, so the humans were indeed building fortresses.

Thanks to the magic academy located in the city of Jilang, they had this ability.

In the flickering magic aura, the prototype of a fortress soon appeared on the flat ground.

For this situation, it was obvious that the rats could no longer sit idly by. Amid the sharp shouts, gray and black figures appeared at the end of the darkness and broke into the light.

The rats came rushing over.