Chapter 134, Grand Priest, Twisted Kingdom, Brave One (two in one)
When it comes to the end, Rat War leads the Eastern Expeditionary Force to the barren mountains.
The grand sacrifice has entered the preparation stage.
For this grand sacrifice, the killing started early.
Every day, countless slaves are beheaded as sacrifices in front of the temple of the gods.
The corpse was thrown into the blood lake, but before the blood mushrooms could breed on the corpse, it was hurriedly fished out.
The Western Expeditionary Force and the Central Expeditionary Force brought back 1.15 million slaves of various races.
Of the 1.15 million slaves, only 500 will be sacrificed to the gods on the day of the grand sacrifice.
And this number suddenly dropped to three hundred as the rat war brought back the dragon's body.
What about the rest?
What will the remaining slaves be used for?
The answer is preheating.
The rat people are never stingy with the sacrifices offered to the gods and are extremely generous.
Nor choose the type.
Of so many slaves, naturally most of them are weak guys.
Among them, the rabbit men hiding in the mountains and forests alone contributed nearly 200,000 slaves to the Central Expeditionary Force.
The huge central expeditionary force paused for a long time in the mountain forest where the bunnymen were entrenched.
The Skaven Priests took slave rats with them, and meticulously and painstakingly searched and captured these large numbers of Rabbit Men.
Along the way, no matter whether they are strong or weak, they are all sacrifices, all are sacrifices.
At the same time, the rat people treated this batch of sacrifices very well.
A large number of cave mushrooms were taken out of the mouths of the slave rats to feed this extremely large number of slaves.
For this reason, the food provided to the slave rats was severely lacking.
After the extremely intense work, these poor slave rats didn’t even have a bowl of mushroom soup.
Famine began to spread in the Skaven Empire.
The bad news is a great famine.
Good news, great famine only among slave rats.
This situation was completely ignored by the rat priests. Even the big-clawed priests who were closer to the slave rats were also extremely indifferent to this situation.
Slaves are sacrifices, gifts to the gods, and things that need to be cherished.
And the slave rats.
These poor guys, not many priests would even take them in their eyes.
Just useless guys.
No, it still has some uses.
The rat priests will select strong slave rats to provide food to the slaves of the carnivorous race.
The treatment of slave rats is far inferior to that of real slaves.
The killing begins after the gods send an oracle.
From dawn to dusk.
Strong, weak, old, young, there is not much difference.
If you are strong, it means you will land one more blow. If you are young, you will save more energy. If it is covered with carapace and has a tough outer skin, it means you will be more meticulous and spend more energy.
But in the end, floating on that bright lake will be your final result.
Although this brings a lot of problems.
The blood lake cannot bear so many floating corpses.
As a result, the young rat priests were mobilized one by one.
Non-stop salvage.
There is no interruption in killing and sacrifice.
Countless lives disappeared deep underground and were buried in the bright red lake water, brewing an intoxicating bright red color.
As for the corpses that were salvaged, they were thrown into the deep abyss like garbage.
There are too many corpses piled up, too many.
But fortunately, this deep crack deep underground is wide enough.
However, as these corpses were being piled up, something strange happened. These corpses that had been soaked in the blood lake did not decay normally, but instead entered a process that seemed to dissolve as time went by. In this state, the corpse was crushed at the bottom of the towering pile of corpses, and the flesh and blood fell off the bones like running water.
And after a brief period of activity, it fell silent and turned into a pale, dead soil at the bottom of this deep abyss.
This time, the corpses abandoned by the rat people were too many.
And they were all corpses soaked in the blood lake. Some strange changes appeared and began to brew in the piled corpses.
But this did not disturb the long claws that lived at the bottom of the abyss.
This even brought him some convenience.
These piles of corpses attract hungry slave rats.
These slave rats carefully devoured the flesh and blood on the piled corpses.
It gave him a little more life in this infamous abyss, and also made it easier to capture the test subject.
Some deformed monsters were released by him.
Running on the piles of flesh and blood, chasing and killing slave rats who were greedy for flesh and blood and arrived here for food, their performance was observed and recorded.
At the same time, he also became somewhat curious about the corpses whose flesh and blood were melting and flowing in a strange state.
This greedy rat is trying to grab any knowledge that comes before it.
Although what he doesn't know is that the person who caused all these changes is currently in this deep abyss.
Looking greedily at the beating heart.
Such a strange change is Xiaochun's way of preserving freshness. It is a way of preserving food that becomes less delicious as time goes by.
However, although Long Claws aroused curiosity, he currently does not have much time to study this strange scene.
Especially after hearing that Rat War brought back a complete dragon.
After a long absence, he decided to leave this deep abyss.
For the dragon corpse in the hands of Rat Zhan.
Perhaps the naturally powerful dragon can become the lock to the key in his hand.
Although he has no dealings with Rat Zhan.
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This grand sacrifice has entered the countdown preparation stage.
The rat people did not know that this sacrifice was related to the path of their great god.
But they still tried their best and prepared seriously.
The towering blast furnace, the metal that is continuously being smelted, the first thing that feeds back is not the army, war, or even many other aspects.
And more were used to make sacrificial knives for the priests in the temple.
The number of sacrifices was so huge that even metal knives could not sustain the rapid loss.
It can only be forged quickly from the industrial center on the surface of the barren mountain range and transported in batches.
It’s enough to consume.
As for why the sacrificial knives produced in the industrial area with a fairly good metal output are only enough for the temple.
Perhaps it is because these picky temple priests require that the Big Claw priests in charge of the industrial area must engrave exquisitely and without any mistakes on every sacrificial knife.
This is a difficult task.
But for the grand sacrifice, everything is necessary. At least in the eyes of the rat priests themselves, these tedious little details are necessary.
For this reason, the endless fatigue not only entangled the big-clawed priests in the industrial center, but was also directly attached to the slave rats who gradually became sluggish in the repetitive work.
The pain of industry is vividly expressed here in the Rat Man.
The result is rapidly expanding productivity. In the barren mountains, the metal production of the Skaven has surpassed that of the Wild Boars in a very short period of time, and is still growing rapidly with the construction of blast furnaces and the mobilization of slave rats.
Although this comes at a price.
For example, those slave rats that were wasted rapidly.
The Big Claw Priest here is really using the slave rats as screws.
Boundless pain gathered on the slave rats working in the industrial area. These cowardly and humble guys even broke out several riots in this very short period of time.
They were all ruthlessly suppressed.
There is no comfort, no relief, there is only the cold whipping and the indicators that keep rising as time goes by.
Similarly, the big claw priests in this industrial area are not much better, with the same red eyes.
The only consolation may be that the transparent bells that echo in the desolate mountains at the intersection of light and darkness every day can give these numb and tired slave rats a sense of peace.
That is a gift from God.
The great God gave him the divine object, the swaying holy bell, the bell that rings at a fixed time every day, the cold and transparent bell, which can wash the souls of these humble guys and bring the only A little peace of mind.
At the same time, it brings a steady stream of faith.
The slave rats knelt down and worshiped the gods devoutly amidst the sound of the bells, taking a moment to breathe.
In numbness, faith fills everything.
Every day, in this industrial area, slave rats transform into big-clawed priests.
Then he took the long whip that weaved thorns, and in his red eyes, he whipped his former self crazily.
whipping the cowardly and humble slave rats in front of him.
In this twisted and deformed country, there has never been a second choice provided to these humble rats, who make up the majority.
Pray to the great god devoutly and from the bottom of your heart!
Only faith! Only faith can save you!
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A break during preparations for the grand sacrifice.
Longpaw found the rat war.
Zhu Zhan grinned and looked at the guy in front of him who was not against him.
He has no dealings with Long Claws.
To be precise, Rat War cannot deal with all rat priests.
Although the Western Expeditionary Force's conquest of the wild boars did not go as he expected.
This guy actually ate the wild boar kingdom.
But that’s right, after all, he has the support of a white rat.
Good luck guys.
Let him gain a foothold in the rat-man council.
It’s just that he came to find him for a reason. Without realizing it, he had nothing to talk about with the guy in front of him.
But he didn't directly drive away the long claws.
Want to see what this guy is going to do.
Crossing his arms, a mocking expression naturally appeared on his face.
"I don't think I have anything to talk about with a nobody like you."
But it didn't make the long claw angry at all, he said calmly to Rat Zhan.
“I want something in your hand.”
“Oh! If the white mouse wants it, can’t he just come and ask me for it?”
"It's not that the white mouse wants it, it's that I want it."
Long Claw was still so calm, but these words made the mockery on Shu Zhan's face more and more obvious.
If it is not what the white mouse wants, then what qualifications do you have to stand in front of me?
Just a chess piece of a white mouse.
In the arrogant attitude, the undisguised contempt appeared on Shu Zhan's face.
But he does have such qualifications. Even though he suffered a huge defeat, he has almost reached the top of the Ratman Kingdom.
Hero, God-giver, Skinner, Commander, and the recently added Dragon Slayer.
Compared to the old White Rat, Rat Zhan is younger.
The Lucky Sheng Qi is completely incomparable.
When Rat War led the second rat-men expedition towards the Wetland Kingdom, the greenness of the young rat-men had just faded away.
But he dared to lead the army to attack thousands of miles in that harsh wetland.
If it weren't for that tragic defeat, he would be far more dazzling than he is now, and even the white rats might not be able to suppress him.
He is so arrogant, and he will not take the long claws in front of him, who has always been unknown, and was born as a priest of the Big Claw, in his eyes.
“You?”
Finally, Long Claw could no longer keep calm, and Rat Zhan’s contempt stung him deeply.
Once, in such contempt, he pulled out his big claw.
He is indeed not brave enough.
He is indeed not brave enough!
Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had the experience of being reduced to a slave rat.
Everything left by that experience made him struggle in pain for a long time.
Instantly, the long-clawed expression turned ferocious.
But it gradually subsided.
Suppressing the resentment that was crawling in his heart because of Rat War's contempt, Longclaw regained his composure and made an offer.
"I should have something you are interested in here."
As Long Claws continued to talk, well, Rat Zhan did have to admit that the unknown guy in front of him was pretty good. There's something about it.
At least the ferocious giant rat with its long claws does make Rat Zhan quite interesting.
After he returned to the Barren Mountains, he naturally learned news about the other two expeditions. One of them that focused his attention was the ferocious giant rat.
In response, Rat Zhan opened his mouth without hesitation.
He simply asked for everything about the ferocious giant rat. Rat Zhan naturally looked down on the ferocious giant rat provided by its long claws.
But if he could create a ferocious giant rat himself, then the situation would be different.
To this, unexpectedly, Long Claw responded.
Not even a hesitation as a price.
Growing claws requires a part of the dragon corpse in Rat Zhan's hand.
Mouse Zhan agreed without hesitation.
If he can also pull up a ferocious giant rat knight, there is no doubt that the chips in his hand will be increased.
Just like those rat priests who are dissatisfied with Rat War and have no problem stumbling upon him, Rat War is also always ready to teach those rat priests who displease him a lesson.
Although compared to those rat priests, the chips in his hand are undoubtedly scarcer.
This is why Rat Zhan inevitably feels a little aggrieved when faced with the alliance of those senior rat priests.
So he will not give up the opportunity to add more money.
And for this he only had to pay part of the dragon's body.
Although this giant dragon will be used as a sacrifice to the gods, such a huge dragon is not lacking in these two points.
If he could have a more powerful army, he would also be able to bring more and better sacrifices to the gods!
Rat War agreed to the deal.
Because this transaction seems to be completely profitable no matter how you look at it.
But what he didn't notice was, or rather, what this arrogant guy wouldn't care about even if he noticed it.
The vicious gaze cast by the long claws in the darkness.
(End of this chapter)