Chapter 138, the drama begins, the priest who crossed the past
The undercurrent has emerged.
The blood mushroom that suddenly appeared did not explode like thunder in the outpost.
Eerily calm.
But this calm is just the brief calm on the eve of the storm.
The senior rat priests in the outpost received the news as soon as possible.
Unbelief is followed by boundless excitement.
The arrival of the blood mushrooms, does it mean that the favor and blessings of the gods will also come here.
This will change their embarrassing position.
Outpost, apart from the Underground Rat City, is the only city in the Skaven Kingdom that gathers a large number of senior Skaven priests.
The loser in the power struggle.
The old man who is unable to climb higher.
There are also those rural geniuses who have been living in the outpost since they were born and awakened, and have been promoted here.
They came here voluntarily, forced, or simply had no choice.
Even though the outpost serves as a gateway to the barren mountains, there is nothing lacking here.
But a label was still firmly attached.
From that outpost.
And was ridiculed by the rat priests in the underground rat city.
This is a label that cannot be torn off.
The chain of discrimination exists almost everywhere in the Skaven Kingdom and is reflected in every aspect.
The priests of the Big Claw were ridiculed by the normal priests, the priests born from the rat warriors were ridiculed by the priests born from the young rat men, and the priests of the outpost were looked down upon by the priests of the underground rat city.
There are two types of priests at the bottom of the despised chain of rat priests.
One is the big-clawed priest.
The second is the warrior priest who was squeezed out of the Underground Rat City.
Both are at the bottom of the contempt chain. Logically speaking, the two parties should be able to get along better.
But wrong.
Even the humblest warrior priest.
And he will not give up every opportunity to repay the most vicious ridicule to the Great Claw Priests.
Even if everyone is kneeling before the gods, even if everyone is chanting the name of the gods in the same way.
Now, blood mushrooms have begun to sprout in the outpost.
Still in that small temple with a rather awkward position.
In a hurry, a stage has been set up.
A force hidden in the darkness hastily stepped onto the stage
The birth of the blood mushroom was not allowed.
The blood mushroom was born in the small temple, in this outpost, and appeared outside the underground rat city.
This is not allowed.
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Outpost, in the underground tunnel.
A young rat priest led a few slave rats, moving forward nervously and excitedly.
Behind him.
Several slave rats struggled to carry a pale boar body.
On the chest of the corpse.
A blood-red mushroom sprouts.
A blood mushroom that has just sprouted, not even fully born.
Logically speaking, such a blood mushroom should not be touched, but at this time, this excited young priest was even its base, which was used as a sacrifice, a relatively fresh body of a wild boar man. They were all carried over together.
Running in this underground tunnel.
A hasty decision.
But he was stared at, and the flame on the yellow candle lit up the darkness that could not illuminate it.
A pair of scarlet eyes lit up.
Unnoticed.
As the young and reckless priest stepped through this darkness.
A short green blade appeared from the darkness.
In just one moment, the killing was completed.
The expression on the face of this nervous and excited young priest did not change.
Collapsed to the ground.
On his neck, a trace of blood appeared.
Black turbid blood flowed out.
The commotion broke out among the slave rats present.
The quilboar corpse was abandoned and wanted to escape.
But the slender figure did not give them a chance.
Soon after, this underground tunnel returned to silence.
Bodies lay scattered on the ground.
The germinated blood mushrooms on the quilboar corpses were removed.
The slender figure disappeared into the darkness.
Soon after, a group of well-equipped slave rats arrived here, but apart from the corpses on the ground, the only thing that caught their eyes was the pale body of the wild boar.
They took the pale quilboar corpse and left.
Shortly afterwards, a meeting was held at the outpost.
The senior priests from all outposts gather together in one place.
The topics discussed are also very simple.
That's what they were going to do, the guy hiding in the darkness took away the first blood mushroom that sprouted in the small temple.
All of a sudden, the appearance of the blood mushroom changed from a fact to a fact that could not be verified at any time.
But it didn’t have any effect.
He still underestimated these senior rat priests.
Be able to jump up from the many rat-man priests and become a senior rat-man priest.
Even if you can only live in an outpost.
But it cannot be underestimated.
Without much hesitation, the rat priests in the outpost completed the vote.
Even those guys who often fight with each other and find it hard to let go of their grudges reached a consensus at this moment.
They want blood mushrooms to bloom in the small temple.
Anyway.
Not for anyone else, but for yourself, and because the benefits of doing so are overwhelming.
A large number of slave catching teams were mobilized.
Displayed in the small temple, the slaves that were originally stored were also pushed onto the altar of the small temple.
An old senior rat priest came to the small temple in person and knelt down in front of the altar of gods that was replicated one-to-one, imitating the appearance of the white rat.
In the movements of the slave-catching team, each slave was pushed onto the altar and had his head cut off.
But these guys are not professional temple guards after all.
It is simply incomparable to the temple guards.
This process becomes particularly bloody, especially when dealing with some sacrifices with hard scales.
Under the rough movement, blood splattered everywhere.
Many of them even fell on the replica altar of gods, interrupting the kneeling of the old rat-man priest.
Furious.
In an instant, his eyes turned red and his face became distorted.
The slave rat, who was still executing the sacrifice, stiffened under this ferocious gaze.
But fortunately, the old rat-man priest quickly looked away.
In that exaggerated expression.
He threw himself down on the altar in front of him and wiped the blood on the altar with his mottled fur.
Everyone can see that the old priest's mental state is not right.
In fact, this is indeed the case.
That is why he was brought out to preside over all this in this temple.
In the recent sacrificial ceremony, this old guy was almost dragged to the altar by a white mouse and made a sacrifice.
Because he also tried to perform divine magic in the sacrificial ceremony of the great god.
At the beginning of the liquidation, the old guy collapsed to the ground in unbearable condition.
But he survived and was not sent to the altar as a sacrifice.
Because he failed the first time he guided the magic.
And he looked so pitiful as he collapsed on the ground.
He is not even qualified to be used as a sacrifice.
He saved a life.
But at the same time, he became a little crazy after returning to the outpost.
Carefully wipe off the blood stained on the altar of the god.
So careful, but nothing happened. In front of the altar, his expression changed, he cried and laughed.
But what no one saw was that there was such sadness in his eyes.
Looking at the huge rat-man statue with a blurry face in front of him.
Those idiots thought he was crazy, but he would rather he was crazy.
Perhaps it would be safer to be crazy.
But only he himself knows.
He is not crazy at all! He has never been crazy!
A low murmur, in the indescribable sadness.
He just had his faith shaken.
In that grand sacrifice, in front of the shadow of the god, under the gaze of the god.
The magic gathered in his hand suddenly dissipated.
Finally there is no escape.
His faith was shaken.
The wavering faith no longer supports his use of powerful magic, and even the use of ordinary madness techniques is a little slow.
In this way, the collapsed magic saved his life.
He returned to the outpost in a daze.
Perhaps faith has already begun to waver.
But this shouldn’t be, this really shouldn’t be.
Obviously for so many years, he has always knelt down before the gods devoutly.
Great pain struck.
Kneel down and worship in this temple that he single-handedly built.
Yes, this small temple standing in the outpost was built under his leadership as his most important achievement.
It also serves as the palace he built to practice his faith.
Back then, he had just been promoted to senior priest and took the initiative to leave the Underground Rat City.
As the only senior priest who voluntarily left the Underground Rat City and came to this outpost.
At that time, he was still so young, and everything went smoothly.
From a young ratman to a young priest, from a young priest to a senior priest.
And then finally set foot on the road to the outpost resolutely.
I want to prove my ideas because I can't stand the ugly faces of those old guys in the Temple of the Underground Rat City.
With devout faith in the gods.
He came to this outpost.
At that time, the outpost was not as prosperous as it is today, everything was so barren, and he was the first senior ratman priest to arrive at the outpost.
It can be said that everything in the outpost was built under his witness.
It wasn’t until the second expedition, until those rat warlords began to sweep away the lush forests, slave-catching teams began to appear, and a large amount of blood mushrooms flowed into this outpost.
Everything started to improve gradually.
He is no longer young.
He spent most of his life in this desolate outpost.
Spent in this city that is not noticed by the gods.
Until everything gets better.
In this city that is not noticed by the gods.
Involuntarily, a little confusion appeared.
It was at that time that he made a decision.
He wants to be blessed by the gods, he wants to be watched by the gods!
Construction of a small temple began at this outpost.
Everything went smoothly until the official start of construction, and a simple but significant temple was opened.
At least the Rat Man, who was not that old at that time, felt that the small temple opened in the outpost was of great significance.
This is the Rat Man’s second temple of gods!
This is an opportunity that he has accumulated for most of his life.
On the day when the small temple was completed, he excitedly stayed in the small temple and waited.
Waiting for some blessing that might come.
But nothing was expected.
There is nothing to wait for!
He was confused, but felt that he was not doing well enough.
Start offering sacrifices in the temple where the god did not cast his gaze.
But there was no waiting.
The pyramid built by white rats has been completely reproduced in this small temple.
I didn’t wait.
The patterns of the gods were engraved on the entire temple, on every wall and every free space.
But there was no waiting.
It was at this time that the old priest began to go extreme.
Because, all those attempts, all those attempts, were fruitless, and the gods never cast their sights.
In the extreme, he carved a statue with his own hands, a huge rat-man statue with a vague face that was only half-finished and stood in the small temple.
This statue was carved by his own hands.
The engraving is not finished.
Stopped by the white rat.
He arrogantly wanted to carve the image of a god, the image of a god that he expected.
It was at this time.
Faith has been shaken.
He is gradually accepting this result.
Time passed and he was almost getting old.
Until not long ago, at that grand priest ceremony, he witnessed the rat battle receiving the blessing.
In unreasonable anger, he gathered his magic.
Because of jealousy.
He has been doing nothing all his life, and the thing he has been chasing so hard appears in front of him.
It just appeared in front of me like this.
Let him fall into madness until the magic collapses, until the magic collapses, and he returns to the outpost with a lingering breath.
He realized that he no longer had the qualifications to be jealous.
Originally, this is nothing, but despair becomes more desperate.
Until the blood mushroom sprouts, the blood mushroom sprouts in the small temple!
He is going to accept his fate, he is going to accept his fate.
He is obviously about to accept his fate!
But it’s a god! God!
Great God!
Why did you fool me so much!
Why! Why did it happen just when I was about to accept my fate!
Give me hope!
Kneeling down in front of the altar, in the boundless sorrow, the old priest solemnly bowed to the unfinished statue of the giant rat in front of him.
Even if you are bowing down to the gods, you are also bowing down to your past self.
In that crying and laughing expression.
“It would be better if it were earlier, it would be better if it was earlier!”
Crazy words came out.
It is also at this moment.
The aura in him began to surge.
This old priest, this crazy old priest, this old priest who was also rebellious and high-spirited.
He picked up his faith again.
Pray respectfully and respectfully.
The voice is hoarse and focused.
“Great God!
Great God!”
He returned to the ranks of the senior priests again, but the surging momentum did not stop. , pushing him to a new level.
It seems that a hero is about to be born at this time.
It’s just a pity.
He is too old.
It is no longer as high-spirited as it was when I was young.
This decaying body weighed him down after all.
Kneel before the blurry statue in front of you.
The surging momentum gradually subsided.
He stayed at the boundary between mortal beings and heroes, without crossing the most critical step.
The old priest who was one step short of becoming a hero was just one step short of becoming a hero.
But regarding this, the old priest did not have much fluctuation, neither sadness nor joy.
Just a devout bow.
Kowtow to the gods.
(End of this chapter)