Chapter 50, Crazy Enlightenment
The bright yellow flame was ignited in the dim abyss. I don’t know when, a simple blast furnace was built next to the broken heart of the craftsman. come out.
The simple blast furnace was dug out of a tall rock. There was no burning flame, but there was hot bright yellow molten iron surging inside.
Faintly, a bit of blue light can be seen flickering in the surging molten iron.
It's just a furnace of molten iron, but there is no doubt that this is a beginning. The broken heart of the craftsman did not disappoint Du Yuan. The metal age belonging to the rat people was indeed opened by it.
Although now, as the first person to be enlightened, the first craftsman among the rat people.
The long-clawed expression is getting more and more crazy.
He stared blankly at the surging furnace of molten iron in front of him.
This is the result he achieved with great difficulty during this period of time, relying on the broken knowledge belonging to the craftsman in his mind.
But he couldn't even use it properly because of the long claws.
He has never hated the giant claws in his hands more than ever, even though he has always hated these giant claws so much.
As a rat priest who was promoted from a slave rat, his long claws have never been noticed by other rat people. In other words, all the rat priests who were promoted from slave rats were ignored. .
Like a real mouse, he was driven to the deepest part of the mountains, doing what those guys thought was best for them, digging holes.
The more he thought about this, the redder his clawed eyes became, and clearly visible bloodshot eyes began to crawl in his eyes.
Looking at the red pot of molten iron in front of me.
Longclaw kept mumbling under his breath.
"This is my opportunity. I can't accept it. I can't accept it. I'm also guided by the gods!"
"I won't give in! I won't give in! I won't give in!"
In the midst of the increasingly frantic shouting, Longclaw thrust his hands, the hands with sharp and thick claws, into the molten iron in front of him.
In an instant, a miserable howl appeared in the huge pain, and the blast furnace was overturned.
The miserable figure was writhing in pain on the ground, rolling around.
The molten iron of the blast furnace was scattered in all directions, and a piece of faint blue fragment also came out along with the knocked over molten iron. The hot molten iron solidified quickly, and the wailing sound gradually stopped.
Not far away, a pile of meat mountains seemed to sense what was happening here. The large number of rat-man heads piled on it unconsciously looked at the motionless man lying on the ground. The figure moves again.
I want to squirm, but I dare not get close to the broken heart of the craftsman, fearing the faint blue light.
After a brief wandering, Roshan stopped moving and once again disappeared into the darkness.
Just like that, the abyss returned to silence again, perhaps leaving only chaos.
No!
The matter may not be over yet. In the faint blue light, the body of the long claws lying on the ground that had stopped moving slightly rose and fell.
The way he looks now is really terrible.
There are burns all over the body, and even if you get closer, you can smell the aroma of barbecue.
Especially his thick and hard claws, after contacting the hot molten iron, it was like putting a pair of pitted iron gloves on the giant claws.
This is where the variable lies. After the weak ups and downs, Long Claws wakes up with its deep breathing.
The red eyes suddenly opened as wide as possible, staring at his big claws, but what caught his eyes was the pitted iron gloves.
Climbing up with difficulty, he roared like a beast, suddenly raised his hands, and then slammed them down, and the pitted iron gloves hit the ground heavily. .
For a moment, there was a little bit of looseness. Just like that, again and again.
Until the pair of metal-cast gloves fell off together with the giant claws they were attached to, until a pair of ferocious hands appeared with their skin peeled off.
With simple force, the skinless hands tightened together.
Just such a simple action made Long Claw laugh crazily.
That echoes in this abyss for a long time.
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Deep in the wetland, the huge rat army once again faced a tough challenge.
A lizardman city built on plants with intricate root systems like mangroves.
Relying on the dense root system of trees in the swamp, a large number of ropes and wood are mixed in to build a small swamp city.
And this time, in front of this small swamp city, the rat people also encountered some different enemies.
The snake man with fine scales and cold vertical pupils entrenched on the roots of the trees. The large number of people driven out from the city by Wuyang Yang were mainly goblins, mixed with a small number of murlocs and some weak orc servants. , and the old friend behind the servant army.
The lizard warriors holding big sticks and wearing crocodile leather armor.
In contrast, there are the huge black rat-man troops that gather together and occupy all the field of vision in front of them, climbing on the roots of trees and trudging through the mud swamps.
After the continuous recruitment of troops, the rat army under Shu Zhan has already passed the fifty thousand mark, and is even close to hitting the threshold of a hundred thousand army.
Obviously, such a quantity overwhelms the terrain disadvantage, the quality of the personnel, and the formation gap.
Without much hesitation, the order was issued along with the rat war.
The rat people swarmed toward the small swamp city in front of them.
When the battle officially started, the sun was still in the middle of the sky, it was noon. When everything calmed down, the sun had only traveled half the distance towards dusk.
The priests are already cleaning the battlefield.
All the heads have been cut off, even though fewer and fewer priests have recently arrived with young ratmen.
However, these heads will still be properly preserved after simple embalming.
Used for sacrifices at the end of each battle, and as trophies for the priests accompanying the army.
The tip of the tail is tied with a rope and hung on the chest of the rat warrior as a kind of decoration.
It shows everyone the power and accumulated achievements of its master.
For these rat warriors, they have the same strong desire for display as the rat priests, but they also have a strong need to simply divide their status through trophies.
Of course, the pointed tail with scales can only be possessed by senior rat warriors, and most of the rat warriors and young rat warriors have it.
On the other hand, they were scrambling to cut off the ears from the goblins who were servants, and hang them on their chests in a decent way.
Yes, these goblin ears can also be exchanged for blood mushrooms to the war team as a meritorious service, but compared to the tip of a lizard man's tail, or the tip of a snake man's tail, one can Replace it with the purchasing power of a plump and at least covered with blood-colored blood mushroom.
The goblin ears can only be replaced by a blood mushroom with a little bloodshot.
The difference in value between the two is about ten times, but it does not prevent the young rat people from excitedly imitating the senior rat people and hanging it on their chests.
(End of this chapter)