Chapter 267, Ratman's Utilitarianism and Greed

This is not a famine.

When the rats gathered into a huge country, they no longer flaunted their glory and achievements like in the classical era, but began to pay attention to the number of blood mushrooms in their hands. This situation was destined to happen.

Blood mushrooms anchored everything, and everything anchored blood mushrooms.

The rats were still so pious, but not so pious. They were extremely utilitarian and easily anchored their status on blood mushrooms.

The number of blood mushrooms in hand became a very important thing.

It was no longer like before, not surprising. After all, the merits offered to the gods were too frivolous and unreal to calculate, so they simply used blood mushrooms to measure everything.

All qualified guys, qualified guys in this huge country, were greedily taking the bright mushrooms into their arms.

Too many things were pinned on blood mushrooms.

Status, desire, greed, and desire for comparison.

The gods are still so great. For the rats, before offering to the gods, there is a vague idea that they should say more: offering to the blood mushrooms.

I can't see any farther.

Most rats, even those smart ones, are just ordinary things. There are not many things that ordinary things can hold tightly, and they can't see much.

This approach is understandable, but one problem has been ignored.

Even if the rats anchor more things to the blood mushrooms and add more meanings, the blood mushrooms will not change because of them. From the beginning to the end, the blood mushrooms were born only because of one thing and appeared because of one thing.

That is, a gift to the gods.

In the center of the vast grassland, there is an iron mine that has been reclaimed, in the underground tunnel.

Another slave rat fell down, and many rats around were looking forward to it, and their scarlet eyes fell on the body that had no movement.

Gnawing each other, in hunger, and finally welcomed the whipping.

The big claw priest cursed angrily in the tunnel. The slave rats who had just revealed their ferocious eyes seemed so honest when facing the big claw priest.

The long slave life has engraved the word "submission" into his bones.

It's just that hunger is hard to avoid. The big claw priest has just gone away.

Pairs of scarlet eyes began to peek at each other.

Not long ago, the abundance of that moment was like a beautiful dream, but it was a pity that dreams always have an end.

Another guy was shaky, and a pair of sneaky eyes fell on the shaky guy.

Wait for him to fall, or wait for a while.

In extreme hunger, eating each other is just a sparse and common thing.

Generally speaking, rats will not go to such a situation.

After all, if this head is opened, all the guys included in the category of food may face death.

In the last second, you crouched down and tore the shrunken flesh stuck to your bones. In the next second, you might be surrounded, watched, waiting to die, and torn.

The loss of slave rats began to rise at an unprecedentedly exaggerated level, and the mines were full of bones with a hint of terrifying red.

The big claw priest stationed here gradually couldn't control the situation.

In panic, he kept asking for help from the big figures sitting in the rat city in the distance.

But he didn't get any response.

The situation in the city was no different. After the chain of transactions was broken, the situation was indescribably severe.

Outside the temple of the gods, the temple guards began to throw sacrifices outside the city.

They were maintaining the stability of the city.

Theft, robbery, murder, more and more fresh bones appeared in the corners of the city.

The order in the city was not completely broken.

It came from the mediation of the temple guards.

But only the temple guards were mediating this crisis.

The rat priests and rat lords fell into silence.

These despicable guys hid in the tunnels under the city and in the towers built in the center of the city.

They waved their arms greedily and looked at everything in front of them fanatically.

If there were beneficiaries of this disaster, they must be the rat lords, rat priests, and the guys who controlled the caravans.

What they could provide must be more than what they were craving. Taking advantage of the soaring prices, just continuing to maintain trade would allow them to siphon the blood mushrooms from all the rats in a large range on a large scale.

They didn't understand why this was the case, but it didn't stop them from doing so.

Crazy carnival.

In the city, in front of the sacred temple, a large number of goblin corpses that had only been bloodied once were thrown at the door. Ratmen of all sizes gathered here, raised their heads, and looked at the solemn temple guards.

Fighting for the bodies that were thrown away.

Goblins are not delicious, sour and astringent, but now there are no more choices.

The temple guards tried their best, but the situation was difficult to stabilize.

A large number of caravans had completely stopped, and the exchange of materials between cities had completely stagnated.

The rat priests at the top instinctively maintained this situation.

Maybe it was just to save their own assets at the beginning, but when the countless blood mushrooms were really taken into their arms, the situation changed.

They are all smart guys. Do they really take the inflated prices that are almost flying to the sky seriously?

Blood mushrooms have always been blood mushrooms, one of the most precious things, a gift from God.

The blood mushrooms on the newly born free people, the lower-level rat priests, rat warriors, and the messy groups were quickly squeezed dry, but these rat priests still maintained such high prices and continued to push the price inflation.

They are waiting, waiting for those guys who stand on the same line with them, waiting for their compromise, and then plundering.

In the surging greed.

The rat priests have always been so despicable and have no bottom line.

But what they didn't notice was that at this time, in front of the solemn temple in the city, countless rats of all kinds, these guys waiting for the temple guards to throw away the bodies, in addition to watching the bodies thrown in front of them, also frequently set their sights on one place, in the center of the city, on the high tower.

In the winding iron ore mine, the scarlet eyes once again picked a target, a thin guy.

He fell heavily to the ground, and soon, the rats were about to eat.

But at this time, an accident occurred.

This weak guy had some changes, and an excited look appeared on his face. He awakened, and he seemed to have become a big claw priest. A scarlet light was thrown by him to a slave rat who was watching him.

Accompanied by crazy laughter.

It was indeed worth it. His future was obviously going to change greatly at this moment.

Until.

The crazy laughter stopped abruptly, and the sharp claws pierced his chest, with deep disbelief and surprise in his eyes.

Indeed.

After all, he was already a noble big claw priest, he was already a noble big claw priest, and the one who killed him was an ordinary slave rat.

The slave rat with scarlet eyes broke open his stomach, and the rats continued to eat.

The ratmen who were surrounded went through a process from timidity to recklessness, in the pungent smell of blood.

Soon, a fresh and clean skeleton appeared in the corner of the tunnel.

The angry voice fell again, and the big claw priest stationed in this mine appeared here. The slave rat with red eyes did not react immediately, pulling a piece of intestine in his hand, being whipped and scolded.

The pain in the body dispelled the redness in the slave rat's eyes, and he hurriedly avoided to the side. Nothing seemed to have changed.

The big claw priest looked at the humble slaves in front of him and welcomed their gaze.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a little more uneasy in my heart, as if I had sensed some danger.

When these ratmen looked at this big claw priest, their eyes were not so right.

Pairs of scarlet eyes fell from all corners, falling on the big claw priest who was holding the whip tightly.

That faint look.

Something engraved on the bones seemed to have loosened a little.

This was a terrible disaster.

For this disaster, there is only one guy in the Rat Empire who can do something, White Rat.

In essence, there is no shortage of food, production capacity, or population in the Rat Empire.

It's just that two reverse gears are biting each other and pushing each other to run faster and faster.

Faced with such a situation, White Rat did nothing.

Even those violent and cruel Rat warlords are gradually realizing a problem, that the warriors in their hands exist as a kind of property.

But this cognition is invalid for White Rat.

All along, slave rats have no status in the eyes of White Rat, and are completely worthless.

As long as the Rat Empire does not collapse, as long as the war continues, no matter how many slave rats die, White Rat will not raise his head to look at them even once.

The connection between the Rat Empire and the army has returned to the most traditional model. The economic system that has gradually taken shape over time and everything anchored by blood mushrooms are not very important in the eyes of White Rat.

He has never loved the Rat.

If there is anyone who is the most barbaric and rude in the Rat Kingdom, it is White Rat.

Even the Rat War gradually emerged around the habit, those exquisite little things, enjoying being surrounded by countless rats, enjoying the victory, and welcoming cheers.

But the White Rat is different, he is very stubborn, or, very pious, very pure.

The caravan is still running, and the connection with the Eastern Expeditionary Force has become a simple exchange of materials.

The White Rat did not even look at the chaos in the Rat Empire at this time, nor did he care about the countless wailing slave rats.

He didn't care.

But it was still him who saved the chaos at this time.

The interaction between the Rat Empire and the Eastern Expeditionary Force brought a trace of stability, and the size of both sides was large enough.

The problem was not that big. At this time, no one in the Rat Empire could disobey the White Rat's orders. Extreme violence, absolute power, system contradictions, and collapsed economy, all of these were not problems.

The gears that bit each other became a little looser.

A large amount of materials began to flow from the huge city of the Underground Rat City to the Eastern Expeditionary Force.

The shortage and scarcity that caused the unrest, the famine became a joke in the face of such a huge flow of materials.

Everything is slowly returning to its original state.

As if nothing had happened, this sharp problem that surfaced has not been completely solved.

Everything is slowly falling, and blood mushrooms are still used to anchor everything, and everything is measured by blood mushrooms.

The price of slave rats has stabilized at the price of four blood mushrooms.

Large and small planting rooms spread underground in every rat city.

Everything is back to the way it was.

The countless humble guys who died were not cared about. Every rat city had countless skeletons during this period, which were piled up in secret places and buried in the earth.

The high-ranking rat priests, the rat priests at the top, ate their fill.

They still did not realize the neglected problem.

The countless blood mushrooms piled up in the cave, the piled, endless blood, these bright mushrooms, became their rights, symbolized their status, proved their achievements, and seemed to have become everything to them.

Everything that happened was just a rehearsal, and such things would probably happen again.

Probably a rehearsal.

Of course, these greedy guys did not do such things without paying any price, but they were too utilitarian and greedy and did not notice it.

Their right to speak was dying silently. The right to speak of the rat priests came from their identity, from the identity of the priests. As the priests of the gods, they were naturally sacred.

It's just that there are some problems with this sacredness now. In the eyes of countless rats, the sacred halo of the rat priests has faded a little.

It's not surprising that these guys are so despicable.

This is just a small turmoil, which has not affected the continuation of this sacred war, and will never affect the continuation of this sacred war.

The Eastern Expeditionary Force and the Rat War are still receiving a lot of resources, and the size of the army is still expanding.

During this period, the city of Jilang has completely become a huge rat nest. At the same time, it is also a rare rat city built on the ground with not much underground part.

Because there are a lot of strange stone pillars with engraved patterns buried underground in the city.

A very prosperous city.

A large number of rats, all kinds of rats gathered in this city.

Not every rat city can reap the benefits of war, but there are always rats who pursue war without interruption, especially after such unrest occurred in the rat kingdom.

After a short rest, the huge Eastern Expeditionary Force will set off again.

Under the waving black flags, countless rats gathered into a tide and continued to move towards the depths of this vast continent.