Chapter 176, The war for survival, the city built on oak trees
When the grassland was in chaos.
A weak and chaotic team of rat men marched bleakly into the depths of the grassland.
A simple flag.
A group of confused slave rats.
A preparatory Skaven warlord in tattered armor.
That’s all there is to this team.
Qi had many more slave rats than when he just set out from Prairie City. In order to survive, he robbed several groups of slave rat transport teams and slave catching teams that he encountered on the grassland.
Kill the leaders and leaders of these teams, take the slave rats who are kneeling and begging for mercy, assemble them into a chaotic team, and break into the depths of the grassland.
Come for an opportunity.
In the information given by the big shots in the temple, three areas were marked.
Obviously, the big man may not be sure where other intelligent races gather in this empty grassland.
Or, the big shot knows, but Qi is not qualified to know more detailed information.
In short, Qi doesn’t have much capital for trial and error.
The power in his hands does not support him traveling back and forth across the vast grassland.
There was nothing to hesitate, so with a deep breath, he chose the middle one among the three areas as the target this time.
At this time, all we can do is pray to the great gods.
In fact, Qi did the same thing.
In that simple city where everything was hastily settled, they knelt down devoutly before a temple that already had a simple prototype.
Having not entered the temple, and without generous sacrifices, he is not qualified to kneel before the altar of the gods.
He can only kowtow from a distance. In this case, it makes no difference to him whether he kowtows in the temple or outside the temple.
"Great God!
Please look after me!
Great God!
I hope I can have good luck this time!"
This is the prayer Hata made to the great god outside the temple.
The number of troops in hand reached 40,000.
This is one of the few good news.
As for the consequences of plundering the slave catching team and the slave rat transport team, I did not consider it.
The flag is very clean. It doesn’t matter if it’s not clean. He is already moving deeper into the grassland.
If he could come back this time, the possible prosecution and costs would not be a big problem for him.
If you can't come back, then come find him on the grassland.
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In the rolling hills.
The war of the Western Expeditionary Force has once again reached a stalemate.
The war came to a standstill.
Even if they are still pressing on the rat warriors, even if they are constantly pressing on the rat warriors.
But the war inevitably came to a standstill.
Because of a tree, a towering giant tree.
Almost all the land in the rolling hills will be captured by the Western Expeditionary Force. The half-elves are retreating steadily, the mountain forests are burned, the ancient trees are cut down, and the ratmen are swarming like locusts. Almost everything attached to this area was destroyed.
All that was left was desolation and blackness.
If everything goes well, the Western Expeditionary Force should be the first batch of Skaven to end the war.
Until the rat people arrived at the capital of the half-elves, they were firmly blocked by a towering huge oak tree.
This is indeed just a tree, just a magical tree big enough for half-elves to build a city on it.
For the first time, the flames, which were omnipresent in the lush mountains and forests, lost their effect.
The flames can only do limited damage to this huge oak tree.
The rough old bark on the surface of the giant oak tree cannot be ignited at all, at least with ordinary flames, and its hardness is also terrifying.
Even if ordinary rat warriors try their best, they can only leave a white spot on this huge tree.
Even the stone bullets thrown by the huge trebuchet caused a bit of pain to the huge oak tree.
This oak tree is really big.
In the Western Expeditionary Force, the only thing that could cause harm to this giant tree was the horrific pollution brought by the bloated rat-men.
But there is still the same problem, this oak tree is too big.
The contamination of a single bloated Skaven is like a drop of ink in a vast lake.
This little bit of pollution cannot overwhelm the huge tree in front of us.
But this problem is also easy to solve for the Western Expeditionary Force.
It should have been easily solved.
After all, it is enough to just keep adding more weight to the Swollen Skaven.
Behind the Western Expeditionary Force are the senior ratman priests.
There is no need to doubt the wealth of these senior rat priests.
The cultivation of swollen ratmen only requires blood mushrooms.
It's nothing more than pressing some blood mushrooms, and then pressing some more blood mushrooms.
But something unexpected happened recently.
The senior rat priests themselves had a little problem.
A large-scale chaos and struggle broke out among these senior rat priests, and also implicated the Western Expeditionary Force that besieged the half-elf capital.
The fruits of victory are already in front of you, you just need to invest a little more blood mushrooms.
But there was no follow-up. The two senior rat priests stationed in the Western Expeditionary Force left the Western Expeditionary Force in a hurry and rushed towards the ruined city at the center of the battle.
Logistics has not completely collapsed, at least cave mushrooms are still being thrown over in a steady stream.
But there is no more.
These senior rat priests no longer care about the war in these rolling hills. Anyway, the most important coal mine has entered the mining stage.
As for the big sacrifice after the victory of the war, yes, this is of course very important, and there is no rat priest who does not want to show up at the big sacrifice after the victory.
There are just too many senior priests looking at this. In a grand ceremony, all the senior priests cannot stand together in a row, kneel on the altar and accept the gaze of the gods together.
Perhaps it is best for only one ratman to bear this honor.
This is also the reason why Sheng Qi was very cooperative and not dangerous, but he was tricked without hesitation.
As the leader of the Western Expeditionary Force, Sheng Qi is the most qualified to enjoy this victory. But now I don’t care much anymore.
If the senior rat priests unite together, they may be able to compete with the white rat, but it is obvious that they are not united. The white rat's judgment of this group of guys has always been so accurate.
As long as some sweet spots are given at will, the loose alliance will fall apart, and there will be a few more wagging guys in front of him.
The alliance is irreparably torn. Now it’s time to take sides. Stand beside the rat lords and show your loyalty to the white rats who have not interfered with the affairs of the kingdom for a long time.
Stick to the side of those rat council members who have supported the alliance and are unwilling to give in and are still struggling.
But no matter what choice you make.
In the fight between the two sides, some guys will be abandoned and become victims.
Obviously, no one wants to be the victim.
It can be foreseen that for a long time, most of the senior rat priests will not be able to spare their time.
Brings some obvious troubles.
On that chaotic battlefield, Sheng Qi was overwhelmed by the magical aura whizzing through the sky. Without the senior priest as the leader, the rat man's magical power was greatly reduced. Those half-elf elders couldn't help it anymore.
Another round of brilliant magic light whizzed by.
Smashing on the rat men who were clinging to the huge oak tree trunks like ants, large swaths of rat warriors fell like raindrops while screaming.
Sheng Qi also shouted angrily, waving the flag in his hand.
"Let it go! Let it go!"
Behind him, a large area of huge trebuchets was displayed. After inviting the big-mouthed big-claw priest to join the army, these terrifying and rough war instruments Finally a little more reliability.
Although the randomness of the Death roll call still exists, the original probability of taking the operator away with each launch has finally changed to the current probability that the operator will be taken to the sky once every ten launches.
The big-clawed priest who talks a lot doesn't dare to board these war machines designed by himself.
Amidst the shouts, the piercing waves across the sky, and the desperate wails, each swollen rat-man exploded on the trunk of the huge oak tree.
A little blood-colored mottle was left on the crown of this huge oak tree, but the area it occupied was too small after all.
The war will continue. Even though it has become increasingly difficult for the senior rat priests to help this battlefield, it is simply that the official priests have not been taken away.
Among the shaking bells.
This siege is particularly difficult. The rat people are now fighting with the half-elf warriors for every fold of bark at the bottom of the trunk.
This huge oak tree is really big.
Even the folds on the tree trunk are wide and can be used as a platform for the army to stay.
A large number of rat warriors were driven up the huge tree trunk by the rat priests, climbed up, and fought fiercely with the half-elf warriors in a small environment.
In the continuous cruel war, the half-elves were also forced to transform. All kinds of elite warriors who had to go through various trials before they could take up their jobs have all withdrawn from the stage.
Those extremely elite forest warriors and wanderers have all been dispersed and organized into ordinary troops.
A desperate move.
In every cruel war, death has become an eternal theme. The training of these elite elite warriors has long been unable to keep up with the rate of losses.
Even if it is not broken up and reorganized, sooner or later it will be withdrawn from the stage during the war.
Only the Demon Archer was retained.
Half-elf warriors, reserve troops, and shooter squads, these three arms have officially entered the stage.
The half-elf warriors are no longer naked from the waist up to show off their bravery like their old-timers, the forest warriors.
A sacred oak wooden spear that is no worse than a metal weapon, a rough but absolutely reliable oak shield, and a suit of rough bark armor.
This is the standard configuration of a half-elf warrior.
Managed by adult male half-elves, they are now the main war force of half-elves.
The reserve army, a team composed of half-elf young children and elderly people who were not yet mature enough, set foot on the battlefield in the all-out war that was losing ground.
Has the same equipment configuration as a half-elf warrior.
Divided into two groups, a reserve army composed of children and young people was placed in the canopy of the sacred oak for training, while the reserve army composed of elderly half-elves set foot on battlefield.
In fact, these old half-elves are not easy to deal with. Over the long years, these old half-elves have been able to master one or two magic tricks, and they basically have strong martial arts.
Although he cannot fight on this cruel battlefield for a long time due to his declining physical fitness, at certain times he can cause great trouble to the incoming rat warriors.
Finally there is the shooter team.
The half-elves abandoned the elite archer model once represented by rogues.
The former half-elf rogues were not so much archers, but more versatile and powerful.
Scouting, reconnaissance, harassment, and sniping are all tasks that half-elf rogues are very capable of.
Some versatile and dangerous troops, it's just a pity that these half-elf rogues met the Skaven army as their opponents.
The rat people never cared about the sacrifice of the rat warriors. Even if they tried their best to harass and kill batch after batch of rat men in the dark, it was just like that to the rat people.
Even these guys have never attracted Sheng Qi’s attention.
And their proud ability to lurk and disguise is even more of a joke to the rat people.
When the rat warriors all over the mountains and plains followed the waving flag of the gods and began to destroy and destroy every inch of land and every area they passed.
Those who greeted these half-elf wanderers could only retreat unwillingly.
A large number of conventional archer troops have been formed. Accuracy and distance are not the most critical. Facing the rat people coming like a tide, they quickly throw arrows, and in the shortest time they can Suppressing the most rat warriors inside became the first need.
It was supposed to be a large phalanx of archers.
Only in that war, the large-scale gathering of archers would be immediately attacked by the rat men's huge trebuchets.
The priority even exceeds those of the half-elf elders who came forward.
After one or two strikes, the half-elf archer phalanx was broken up into small-scale archer troops, which flexibly appeared on the treetops and branches of the sacred oak tree as a support force for the battlefield.
The rat people forced the half-elves to throw everything into the battlefield, whether they were the reclusive tribes that were the most disobedient and undisciplined, or the conservatives who clung to traditions and were unwilling to compromise with the unknown gods.
They all converged on this sacred oak tree in the terrifying rat tide that washed the land like a flood and a natural disaster.
Become a member of the half-elf kingdom.
After all, the rat people don't care what you believe in, what traditions you follow, or what conflicts you have with other half-elves.
In their view, killing you and putting you on the altar of the gods is your rightful belonging and glory.
The sweeping wave of ratmen has almost destroyed everything in this rolling hills.
The half-elves united as never before.
In order to survive, just to survive.
A brutal war continues on this huge oak tree.
That night, amid cheers and after heaping the lives of countless Skaven warriors, the Skaven finally captured a fold on the rough tree trunk.
(End of this chapter)