Chapter 190, Redemption
The army gathered by the wolf orcs encountered the rat people head-on on the grassland.
The Rat War talked about credibility, and the rat caravan with the highest bid was qualified to follow the army. However, there was a problem. The highest bidder did not necessarily have to have only one rat caravan.
The vicious rat war set an extreme price.
The big-clawed priests in charge of the rat caravans also had red eyes.
The war will continue, and the rat people have not avoided the war at all, nor have they huddled in the scarlet pit to defend themselves. Perhaps the rat war did not expect that the situation of the war has changed so much in such a short period of time.
From angry turtles to greedy solidification, the cooperation between the rat priests and the rat warlords can indeed change some things greatly. Once upon a time, both parties set foot on the battlefield together under the will of the gods. , but now it is already drifting away.
Shortly after the rat knights noticed the huge army approaching, the rat people themselves came in front of this equally huge grassland coalition army.
In the endless black tide, pairs of scarlet eyes were focused forward, with desire, expectation, and maybe more.
The brutal fighting does not require any warm-up. No matter what angle the attack is, no matter how the running knights are divided, the rat people are extraordinarily tough this time.
Is this a war?
Maybe not.
You can't see any fear or hesitation on the faces of these guys, nor can you see any pause in their movements.
Even though death happens all the time, being trampled, beheaded, and pierced by arrows.
The cry before death is so harsh.
It's just that more guys are still so happy, eager, and impatient, rushing towards the battlefield regardless of everything.
The black tide is no longer so calm, the waves are surging.
The combat ratio of ratmen has always been very brutal, and it is the same in this war, ten, twenty, thirty, maybe more.
Fortunately, the number of ratmen attracted by this war was also huge.
The corpses that were still warm were trampled wantonly. The blood and flesh of the rat men were painted on this vast grassland like paint, with a little red, accompanied by the euphoric and crazy Laughing, with that high-pitched, twisted roar.
Not to mention that the assembled three-community coalition forces were fooled, even the wolf knights were beaten into a panic.
No matter how elite and fanatical a warrior is, he is still a warrior, capable of fear, wavering, and fear.
But lunatics are different, lunatics are different.
Three hundred blood mushrooms are enough to drive most of the ratmen into madness.
A young ratman who is qualified to be recruited into the ratman army, the most important and best-selling product of the big-claw priest to support the operation of the breeding house, only needs a blood mushroom.
Ratmen, big and small, have already been marked with prices one by one, and even the prices are gradually getting lower. In this era of great changes, in this era of gods spreading their gifts to all directions.
The countless rat people are becoming more and more despicable.
Once upon a time, when the construction of the underground rat city had just begun, every newly born rat man still had the opportunity to choose his own destiny. Even if he could not become a rat man priest selected by the great god, then Bravery on the battlefield remains a path.
At that time, every newborn rat man could get a blood mushroom when he was born.
Nowadays, more and more Ratmen cities are being built, and more and more Ratmen breeding rooms are appearing. Vast numbers of Ratmen are born in crowded and dim breeding rooms at every moment of the day. Being picked over like commodities.
There are more and more defective rat people, coming from the endless internal rolling of breeding houses.
The rat people do not respect ethics, they have always disrespected, and they do not care about blood relations. The increasingly dark and narrow breeding house has restricted the life of the female rat people for breeding, with their fat bodies and endless mating. .
With one’s own children, with one’s own children’s children, with one’s own children’s children.
Deformed children, blood diseases, madness, dementia, this series of messy diseases were discovered by the rat people one by one, and the treatment method was also very uniform, killing and recycling. The rat priests have discovered this problem a long time ago. Such problems will arise when the breeding house operates for a long time. There is a solution, which is simple and crude in the same vein.
When the underground rat farm was just getting on the right track, the Big Claw Priest at that time would expel the worn out female rat men from the breeding house and dump them randomly in any tunnel of the underground rat city.
Most of these abandoned female ratmen will disappear soon after, becoming corpses waiting to be disposed of in the complex tunnel network.
A small number of them survived and became the mistresses enshrined in the unnoticed corner of the Underground Rat City. They also became the source of the rat plague that has never been able to be eradicated in the Underground Rat City.
Not every female rat-man can withstand endless fertility, and not every female rat-man can bear the wear and tear caused by reproduction.
These female rats are rare.
Time passes.
With the emergence of more and more breeding houses, this problem that has never been truly solved still plagues every Big Claw priest who operates a breeding house.
But now, more Big Claw priests have chosen to let it go. They are no longer forced to provide qualified soldiers, and blood mushrooms are no longer provided to every newborn ratman. .
The chaotic breeding continues endlessly, and more and more rat-man newborns are mutilated, weak, and despicable from birth.
After a long period of development, the average physique of the rat men under Du Yuan has deteriorated.
The bloodline is becoming more and more turbid and inferior, but no one cares about all this.
After more and more breeding rooms were built, the rat people became more and more humble.
A normal young ratman with no deformities and no excessive weakness and weight loss only needs a blood mushroom, even if he has overcome the turbid and lowly bloodline, even if he is normal and has no deformities , a young ratman who is not too weak and thin, has already passed through the increasingly muddy and lowly bloodline, and is the lucky one to be able to pick one out of a hundred newborn ratmen.
It’s only worth a blood mushroom.
The terrifying deformed chain has long been formed, and the possibility of breaking away from this chain has always existed and has been known to all the ratmen.
Become a priest, become a Skaven Priest, become a Skaven Priest to serve the great god.
The lucky ones have always been in the minority. In this era, the great gods have become farther and farther away, and even the glory of the gods has become obscure and kept high in the increasingly huge kingdom.
But it does not prevent these humble rats from looking up. It does not prevent these humble rats from looking up.
Maybe Du Yuan has noticed it, maybe Du Yuan is not sure, maybe Du Yuan is already sure, focusing on complicated sight.
A vague priesthood has faintly appeared in front of Du Yuan, a word that seems to never be touched by him.
A bright, hazy, shining word.
Redemption.
"Great God, have mercy on me.
Great God, protect me.
Save me, Great God."
The twisted country was built by Du Yuan's indulgence. The suffering of the rat people is inseparable from Du Yuan. The rat people pray to Du Yuan for their salvation.
Pleading to the evil god who created everything.
Du Yuan sat and watched all this, Du Yuan listened to the wails and lamentations of countless rat men, and chose silence.
(End of this chapter)