Chapter 220, Gray Stone
Finally took over the parchment.
Being pushed out of the corner where various leather materials were hung, he stood in the middle of the noisy ruins. He was a little confused. In the bustling and noisy ruins, a young rat man passed by him and was firmly grasped by him. Suddenly, the young rat man became a little more furious and pulled out a short blade made of bone.
What he met was a pair of terrifying red eyes.
Fear dissipated, I wanted to run away, I wanted to let go of the stolen leather scroll, but it was already too late. A short spear was sent into the chest of the young rat man. On the corpse, this The dumb guy picked up the roll and held it firmly in his arms.
He is a dull guy, and the Rat War army has always opened the door to them, because this group of guys has an extremely outstanding quality among the rat people, rigid loyalty.
Although it is difficult to say whether this quality can be regarded as an advantage for them.
Regarded as an excellent tool because of its loyalty.
The dumb guy looked back at the dark corner behind him for the last time, and took steps in silence. He was leaving, towards the barren mountains in the distance.
Deep in the noisy ruins, in the shop where all kinds of leather materials are hung, the long-haired rat is very skilled in craftsmanship. Every piece of leather hanging high is engraved with delicate and complex inscriptions. If she is willing to defect to the rat lords, she should be able to receive an excellent treatment.
The rat lords attach great importance to craftsmen, especially those who can carve the patterns of gods, but for some reason she has been living in this noisy ruins.
The leather with exquisitely engraved patterns has become the source of prying eyes, and the dumb guy standing silently in front of him has also left.
There are many regrets, but these regrets are all turned into expectations for that guy.
"You must do it, become a priest, and preach my name."
Muttering to himself in a low voice, more and more greedy guys are surging around. Suddenly, his eyes fell on the leather materials and her body. He was not afraid, and pushed down the rough lampstand at hand. This was something the stupid guy secretly made for him in the dark, in order to allow him to See more clearly in the dark.
That guy was not as stupid as the rumors said. Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face.
The lampstand fell to the ground and the flames began to spread, but the hairy rat didn't care.
Those cold and stupid guys who gathered under the command of Rat War may not be so stupid. They have emotions, and even those emotions are far more passionate than those of ordinary rat people, but they are all deeply attracted by them. of burial.
They are not defective individuals, but they just don't look like they could be born in this country.
The flames are about to completely engulf the woolly rat.
It was only at this time that I was willing to show my sadness.
"Forgive me."
A faint word fell, and the flames completely swept through everything here, turning these precious leathers engraved with various patterns and their creations They were buried together.
Outside Prairie City, a caravan of rat men began to question the rat men gathered in front of them.
“What are your names!”
After more and more rat lords settled in this grassland, the competition for interests led to the emergence of chaotic caravans. Under the great pressure of competition, these caravans had to expand beyond their normal business activities. business.
A pilgrimage road was opened up in this way. As long as you hand over a batch of blood mushrooms, these rat caravans will lead them towards the barren mountains and towards the city of gods.
Of course, except for the charge of a large number of blood mushrooms, the rat caravan will not cover anything other than the charges. If you die on the way, you deserve it. It belongs to you. Insufficient devotion to God.
But in order for the business to continue, these bad guys will not completely ignore it. After all, no one survived the past few times, so this business does not need to be done. At least some guys will be guaranteed to be able to go back and forth. Complete this journey smoothly. In order to increase its appeal, some customized services have been launched.
With a big smile on his face, he smiled at the customer in front of him.
"What is your name, please!"
"Zhizhi!"
"Okay! Welcome Zhizhi to embark on the great and sacred road of faith!"
Such a simple sentence made Zhizhi decisively hand over the toll.
In a simple sentence, the trading volume surged by more than half, which made my performance rotate. The Rat Lord would also nod with pleasure when he saw it.
But the part of reciting names is really a bit of torture. The names of the rat people are not complicated. Most of the rat people have never had any serious names, or in other words, they have no names at all.
Often after being asked this question, I will shout out a name like Zhi Zhi, Zhi Zhi Zhi, Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi while thinking hard.
In particular, they seem to attach great importance to this, always with an inexplicable excitement when calling out their names.
After seeing off the last Zhizhi, the big-clawed priest soon welcomed the next Zhizhi.
Of course, he couldn't understand the excitement of the rat people in front of him, but he didn't hesitate to earn blood mushrooms.
Going like this one by one, many rat people have their own names for the first time, looking forward to this journey with ignorance and excitement, even after they come here They have been told that the palace of the great god, the truly great palace, is not something they can gaze at, even from a distance.
But they are still so excited, looking forward to coming to that great city. Many of the rat people who embark on this pilgrimage are no longer young, and some are even born in the underground rat city. The memory left by this city for them is not good, but they want to go back when they are old.
Don’t know why.
After repeating that sentence again and again, the Big Claw Priest came to a strange guy. This was a guy holding a roll of leather and carrying a spear.
The dull expression felt familiar to the Big Claw Priest, like those cruel guys in the Skaven Supervisory Team. The expression was a bit unnatural, and he had memories of being driven away by the Skaven Supervisory Team.
It’s just that this is business after all. For the sake of the blood mushrooms, I suppressed the unnaturalness and spoke to the weird guy in front of me.
"Excuse me, what is your name!"
This sentence caused the dumb guy holding the leather scroll to pause, and made the big-clawed priest breathe a sigh of relief.
In the silence, the dumb rat man thought of something.
"Graystone."
Gives a name that is slightly different from the Zhizhi series, but nothing special.
Shout loudly.
“Welcome Gray Stone to embark on the great and sacred road of faith!”
(End of this chapter)