Chapter 264, Grand Sacrifice

Rat Zhan raised the Pitchfork Knight high, and under the extreme crushing power, there was no room for struggle.

Pitchfork Knight was thrown away heavily, and Mouse War cast his sights into the distance.

Over there, the chaos continued, and the Holy See knights joined those lowly people.

Rat Zhan noticed this scene, and just when he was about to take steps, there was a loud gasping sound beside him. Pitchfork Knight got up and swayed far away, but Rat Zhan was not interested.

In fact, recently, his attention has been more on the rear of the battle line.

Recent events have gradually proven that he seems to be in trouble without those damn guys, at least in terms of trade.

The scarlet spear was thrown out randomly by Rat Zhan and penetrated the Pitchfork Knight's chest. The old armor on his body was really not enough when facing the blood-stained and increasingly scarlet spear in Rat Zhan's hand.

As fragile as paper.

Pitchfork Knight was pinned to the ground.

He's not dead yet, but he's going to die soon.

Panting heavily.

Shu Zhan came to him, his scarlet eyes fell on this weird guy, and Shu Zhan fell into thinking.

Behind him, the ferocious knight rushed past, causing the rat warriors to dodge in a panic. Those who didn't dodge would probably be trampled directly.

In the fierce city not far away, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, rising into the sky. I don't know if it was an illusion, but even the air was dyed with a hint of red. All this came from the massacre that was taking place.

Mouse Zhan finally came up with the answer while thinking, and the gaze that fell on the Pitchfork Knight in front of him was a little more probing, mocking, and violent.

He noticed what this guy was doing.

ah! Such behavior is really similar to that of the red lizard.

With his mouth wide open, this ugly hairless guy was a little more excited. He was excited for no reason, like a madman.

The sound was sharp and harsh.

The Pitchfork Knight listened clearly, but he couldn't understand a single word. In the eyes of the Dark Eye Human Race, even if the Rat Man spoke, it would probably be a sharp and distorted scream. The Rat People were also ordinary, and they disdained it. To listen to the words of heretics.

Life was gradually stripped from Pitchfork Knight.

His eyes gradually became blurred, and the strange screams of the ugly rat man in front of him gradually escaped from his ears.

There was not much reluctance in his last words.

A low murmur.

"Old Susan."

Perhaps he was not unwilling at all. At a temporary moment, the Pitchfork Knight raised his head and looked into the distance, into the depths of the pitch-black rat tide.

It seems like there's still something I can't let go of.

Pitchfork Knight's head was severed by Rat War,

Before swinging the sword, Shu Zhan muttered to himself.

"It turns out to be a hero! It turns out to be a hero!"

Rat Zhan liked this feeling very much. His sharp claws grabbed the head of the Pitchfork Knight who was about to fall to the ground.

He was happy, excited, and dancing.

Pitchfork Knight died, just like that. Until the end, he didn't understand why he did such a thing. He didn't think about it. Maybe he didn't want to continue living.

But he still did something, those poor guys, those poor guys were really saved by him.

The direction he was looking at.

The running rat men bumped into the marching army, which was the reinforcements contacted by the Stargazing Pope. The rat warlords once again showed their unreliability to the rat war.

There was no warning at all, no news arrived, and the two sides just collided with each other.

The rat warlords who were released by Rat Zhan all went into the dense forest to capture the sacrifices. As for Rat Zhan's orders, they did not disobey them, but there were some deviations in the direction of their advance.

When the two sides collided, it couldn't be said that all of a sudden, the rat warlords failed to fulfill their duties, but the human side seemed to have expected this situation, and nothing happened in their investigation unit.

The rat warriors were defeated and fled in panic.

In a feat, Pitchfork Knight actually saved a group of guys, a huge group of guys, even though these guys were so humble.

The location where the human team defeated the rat pursuers.

Among the humble guys, the figure of the Holy See Knight also appeared here, and their leader was also an old acquaintance, the young leader.

Riding on a tall horse, wearing gorgeous armor, and having a handsome appearance, he is a perfect knight.

A young girl was held under his arm, struggling desperately and crying hysterically.

The leading Holy See knight didn't know how to comfort this immature child.

After thinking for a long time, I only managed to formulate a sentence.

"He wants you alive."

In the center of the pitch-black rat tide.

Next to the dancing Rat Zhan, a figure struggled to get up. It was the dark rat man. His movements were difficult, but he survived in the end. While he was arrogant, this guy seemed to have retained the good intentions of a rat man that he has carried out to this day. Habit.

Play dead.

He fell to the ground and became motionless. This successfully allowed him to survive, but his current condition was really not good.

The body was swaying, blood was still oozing out of the chest, and the hole left by the sharp pitchfork had not closed, but it was not a serious injury. For this kind of flesh and blood problem, just a few blood mushrooms were needed, and then find a place to lie down, and then after a while, there would probably be no problem. This is a very universal way to deal with injuries.

To a certain extent, it is much more convenient than the medical system created by the Youyan people, which combines magic herbalism, anatomy, life magic, light magic, and injury theory.

Eat some blood mushrooms, and you will be able to jump around in a short time if you can survive. Of course, if you can't survive, you can lie down on the spot.

The black ratman did not eat the blood mushrooms, struggled to stand up, and knelt down to Rat Zhan in a miserable state.

Rat Zhan finally diverted a little attention from the joy, and his scarlet eyes fell on the black ratman in front of him.

Rat Zhan is in a good mood now, and the black ratman has been rewarded.

Very casually, the pitch-black ratman became a ratman warlord in one sentence.

Such a reward was given not because of the chaos caused by the pitch-black ratman in the city, nor because of the warehouse he set on fire, but because Shu Zhan was in a good mood now.

He was very happy, just because of this.

Shu Zhan appointed the ratman warlord, and he could accumulate merits, like a flag, just because of that little curiosity, and naturally it could be like this, just because of happiness.

The face of the pitch-black ratman was hung with indescribable ecstasy, this joy, even the weakness of the body at this time was difficult to suppress, causing him some trouble.

The wound on his chest began to expand due to excessive excitement, and blood spurted out, like a faucet that was turned on.

He almost died after finally surviving.

He hurriedly stuffed the blood mushroom into his mouth.

At the same time, he kowtowed again and again.

"Grand Commander! Great Grand Commander, Great Grand Commander!"

But Shu Zhan did not look at this pitch-black ratman again.

The human reinforcements that arrived, after repelling the pursuing rat army and learning the situation from the knights of the Church who were mixed in this group of poor people, did not move forward anymore, and had no intention of saving the fallen Surging City.

Just by looking at the endless dark tide in the distance, a very simple answer can be drawn that Surging City is no longer saved.

They began to retreat in an orderly manner and began to turn back. Obviously, the commander of this army also felt that it would not be a wise choice to fight a field battle with the rats.

The rats did not chase these humans at all costs.

There is another more important thing to do, a grand sacrifice, a grand sacrifice in Surging City.

This is very important, after all, the sacrifice is the reason why the rats set off wars and massacres.

The center of Surging City.

After deciding to sacrifice, the mobilization ability of the rats seemed to have reached a higher level, especially when all the rats present would participate in this sacrifice.

Facing the gods, this is one of the few times when the rats are willing to take the initiative to put down their own interests.

Captured humans, spoils of war, and all kinds of messy things are very precious to these rat warriors, young rats, and those senior rat warriors.

But at this moment, it doesn't matter, without thinking, all are offered to the gods.

In a short time, countless corpses were placed on the square in the center of the city.

With the progress of civilization, the rats are indeed different from before.

The lower-level, humble, these rats have more thoughts. In the past, they would only stand in the audience and witness the big men waving their arms on the stage.

But now, they also want to participate, even if it is sneaky.

Make some distinctions between their own offerings and those offered by other rats, separate them at a distance, and place them separately.

There are many kinds of things placed, and they are doing their best.

The corpses of the ghost-eyed people, the weapons stained with scarlet blood, and even the dark eyes that can be exchanged for merits, are all placed on the square in the center of the city.

Not only that, the news of the upcoming grand sacrifice began to spread far and wide.

The temple guards had already set off and were on their way.

Rat caravans, rat mercenaries, rat ranchers, and those rat freemen, all kinds of guys around, all kinds of guys who had heard the news, were all rushing to the city of Surging Waves.

This was a sacred sacrifice.

The only thing that the rats would not set too many thresholds for was the sacrifice to the gods.

They brought all kinds of sacrifices.

Except for the most central square, the central area of ​​the sacrificial ceremony, which served as the stage for the rat war, other places were also random.

All kinds of sacrifices were piled in the center of the city.

This grand sacrifice was very different from the past, and almost all the rats participated in it.

A piece of blackened dried meat piled in the corner came from a rat caravan traveling to and from this area. The offerer was not the wealthy big claw priests, nor the rat mercenaries who ran back and forth as guards.

It came from a skinny and humble slave rat.

During the process of going to and from the ruins, this piece of dried meat was the most precious thing he picked up. At that time, in order to compete for the ownership of this piece of dried meat, he fought with other slave rats and even bit off a piece of his tail.

Along the way, he himself was reluctant to eat the dried meat, but he offered it as a sacrifice without hesitation.

Compared with the dazzling, rare and precious things piled in the center of the square, his blackened dried meat was really inconspicuous.

But this was also the most precious thing he could give.

At the edge of the square, in an inconspicuous corner, this humble guy carefully put down the dried meat in his hand, and the other slave rats around him looked at him with envy.

This piece of dried meat was indeed inconspicuous, but it was also the best thing that this group of slave rats could give.

Fat worms, pancakes with gums, unknown mushrooms, a broken rope, these things were piled up in this corner in a mess.

This corner became the altar for the slave rats to offer sacrifices to the gods.

This is what makes this sacrifice, this grand sacrifice different from the past.

It is not just a grand sacrifice, but a grand sacrifice that includes large and small rituals, and countless rats really participate in it.

It seems that there is no difference.

It's just that these humble guys, these humble guys who are often unqualified, are taking advantage of this grand sacrifice to offer sacrifices to the gods in their hearts.

The slave rat who offered the black jerky was already calling for the gods. At this time, the sacrifice had not even really started.

Even if the rats don't pay attention to so many things in their sacrifices, some rituals should be there.

In the square, the stone pillars representing the gods have not been carved yet.

Of course, these details have nothing to do with the slave rats. These things are the specialties of the rat priests and temple guards, and a slave rat will not know or care about them.

His shouting probably won't cause any waves.

Very simple, at this moment, pray devoutly.

"Great God! I want to be a free ratman!"

Praying, not wanting to be a slave rat forever.

Not surprisingly, the beliefs of ratmen are always linked to various desires.

At this time, other slave rats also followed suit and began to pray, and various wishes were raised.

Not wanting to be whipped, wanting to be full, being able to dig fat worms all the time, there are many such wishes, and the wish to become a freeman is the better one among them.

But wishing does not mean being disloyal.

After praying to the gods ignorantly, the slave rat who offered the dried meat sincerely blessed the gods.

Yes, this humble guy blessed the gods, not only that, but all the slave rats present did so.

"Great God! You have always been so great!"

This is the blessing given by the slave rat who offered the dried meat.

There are others.

"The gods are powerful!"

"The great gods are well fed every day!"

"The great gods will not be whipped!"

These humble guys racked their brains to give such blessings.

Somewhat ridiculous, but sincere enough, they are the most sincere blessings, offered to the great and lofty gods.

The rat people's faith is not pure, but it is pious enough.