Chapter 226: Roads were made of steel, and bells were made of bones
What happened on this continental corridor spread to all parts of the Ratman Empire.
Many of the Skaven want Rat War dead.
On the grassland, the group of rat lords had some evil thoughts. Of course, it was not far-sighted to do such a thing at such a juncture, but many things had nothing to do with foresight, they were just overwhelmed by hatred. That’s all.
Just simply, not all the rat men were like this. Without too much weighing and thinking, the temple guards began to surge.
They opened a smooth road and gathered a huge army. They suppressed all the changes of the rat lords.
Of course, the temple guards don't like rat wars very much either. Their positive actions have nothing to do with foresight and the overall situation. They are just the leaders of the temple guards trying their best to give an excellent answer.
Soon after the leader of the temple guards gathered a mighty team to set off.
A piece of news spread across this vast grassland. A ratman lord died mysteriously in the center of the city he commanded.
A rat-man lord who planned to use some small tricks died mysteriously in the middle of the city he commanded.
When the temple guards arrived at the place where the meteor fell, they encountered a problem.
This young strait has been occupied by fishmen and naga. These marine races are lurking under the water and watching more and more rat people on the shore with dangerous eyes.
The temple guards were not shaken by this terrifying pit.
Of course, I will not be moved by these guys in the ocean.
Step into this sea area without wavering and fight with the entrenched Nagas and murlocs.
A total of fifteen thousand temple guards arrived at this strait, and they all stepped into the strait to fight these Nagas.
The killing continued in this ocean for three days. The temple guards were even better and forcibly broke through the blockade of the Nagas and fishmen, killing them with fear and allowing the sea to return. Original peace and silence.
But all this comes at a price. After this bloody battle, only 10,231 of the 15,000 temple guards were left.
In that grand and cruel battle, the temple guards only lost more than 1,500 people. But at this time, these powerful warriors had only been in this small place for three days. In the strait, the death temple guards far exceeded the total amount of that long battle.
In order to declare his piety, and to show his attitude to the high priest sitting in the deserted mountains.
It is very difficult to declare one's piety in the Skaven Kingdom. Dying for the gods is something that many devout Skaven can do without hesitation.
Even if you die for your faith, you will gradually be unable to express anything and become far from enough.
You have to be able to do more, that is true piety.
Just like the rat war.
Zhu Zhan is not pious, not pious enough, but the sacrifices he gave and the sacrifices he offered were too eye-catching.
Even when the senior rat priests still had the right to speak, they couldn't label Rat War as disrespectful to the gods. It wasn't that they didn't want to, they just couldn't.
I have dedicated so much to the gods, so what qualifications do you have to talk about me?
This is of course a fallacy, but the rat people regard it as a fine wine. The most devout slave rat believer who can dedicate everything to the gods is far behind a person who has just understood his faith. But they are rat warriors who can offer sacrifices to the great gods.
The rat people don't think there is anything wrong with this logic. Their formalism is very serious, especially when it comes to the solemn issue of gods.
Even the temple guards are not immune. They are proving their faith by fighting the enemies of the gods in this dangerous place that has just been attacked by heretical gods, even if it is not worth it.
Without flinching, he killed the group of Nagas and fishmen so that they did not dare to approach this sea area, and boarded the opposite continent.
My whole body was wet, and my wounds were still swollen and ulcerated from being soaked in sea water for a long time. I was extremely tired from the continuous battle, but I knelt down devoutly and prayed to the great god.
Behind me, in the sea, countless corpses were floating and rising, some of which were rat-men, but most of them belonged to naga and fish-men.
Further back, rows of ballistae and huge trebuchets have been pushed over by the Big Claw priests.
This is not a suitable exchange ratio, but it is perfect for showing one's piety.
The temple guards are stationed here, not afraid of the attacks of heretical gods, and are recognized by the White Rat.
Soon after, the Nagas came back again. This time, a group of elderly ocean priests were mobilized, and huge waves were rolled up to clean up the piled corpses in the bay.
This sea area also became dangerous again. The temple guards did not go to the sea to fight again. Instead, ferocious ballistae were pushed onto the coast.
The terrifying huge trebuchets began to operate.
Two fortresses were built on both sides of the strait. It was obvious that the rat people would not stop because of such a simple trouble.
Using a stupid method, they started to fill the big hole hit by the meteor. The effect was not that good with corpses, stones, and soil. The ocean priest of the Naga clan was constantly stirring up the waves.
The last and the last.
The furnaces were built one after another by the rat people.
The Ratmen began to pour molten iron into this strait.
A crazy plan, but the feasibility is very high. There is no lack of mineral veins on this desolate grassland, but the barren grassland is really difficult to support a powerful empire that can properly utilize these mineral veins. .
However, the rat people who broke in from outside the grassland gradually gained this qualification.
With the establishment of cities one after another, more resources were discovered and used by the rat people, and a large amount of land was converted into pastures for sacrifices. The war promoted the breeding houses to continuously supply rat people to the outside world. The cave mushrooms emerging from the dark underground serve as the cornerstone of the empire.
Plunder brings wealth, faith and sacrifice bring prosperity, and the country formed by the rat people is moving towards becoming a truly huge empire.
And now this twisted empire, which has gradually emerged as a rough prototype, is using its own power to carry out a vast expedition, and this strait will only be an insignificant trouble in this expedition.
The hot molten iron is poured into the ocean, and the rolling white mist is brought out. The seawater is dyed black, which comes from the turbid slag extracted along with the molten iron.
This is the power of industry, an extremely wasteful method, but it has built a road in the sea, a road made of metal.
The creatures in this sea area died due to the pollution of the turbid black water. Even the fish and Naga no longer dare to approach this area. This is a new method of terror that is different from the pollution of flesh and blood. , even the rat people themselves are unable to resist, but simply, the rat people are not fish, nor murlocs, nor naga, they do not care what kind of pollution these churning black water will cause to this sea area.
They're not even human, they're rat people.
The fishmen and naga, who were given high hopes by the hostile demigods, did not act as a huge obstacle to the ratmen's advance. Even though the ocean priests kept arousing the huge waves, they had little impact on this steel road that was forcibly cast in the ocean.
Unless the meteor falls again, this grand invasion will still continue. The Eastern Expeditionary Force that destroyed most of them did not frighten this group of crazy ratmen in the slightest.
The wiped out half of the Eastern Expeditionary Force is nothing to them.
And the flying star may not be able to fall again.
The Bone Temple next to the Scarlet Pit.
The giant bell that took a lot of effort from the temple guards is about to be completed. The hot blast furnace turns various ores and the bear orc arm into mottled stones mined from the mountains into the hot molten iron. Poured on the frame made of bones.
The molten iron cooled, revealing a bright yellow color, which looked a bit more sacred under the sunlight.
It’s just that the lines engraved on this giant bell are too ferocious, suppressing this sacredness.
The densely packed skeletons are inlaid on it, showing many styles and movements, those kneeling, those kneeling in fear, those kneeling in fear, those lying on the ground, those struggling, twisting, being pulled and torn, these twisted bones Together with the poured blood gold, it turned into a throne, a throne supported by countless bones, a throne with no one sitting on it.
Although no one was seated, it was clear to the temple guards who this throne was for.
As expected, among the rat people, the most suitable for art and culture are these temple guards with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
This is a ferocious giant bell, and it is also a giant bell that can make people feel inexplicably shocked at a glance.
This giant bell did not fall in the Skeleton Temple next to the scarlet pit. The falling star greatly changed the plans of the temple guards. This giant bell also fell in this way. The display position was changed due to twists and turns, and the temple guards will take it to the deep pit where the flying star fell, where it will be hung high and sounded, as a provocation to the heretic god, and as a sign of piety. prove.
A bunch of lunatics.
However, there are really not many people among the Ratmen who are not crazy.
On the main continent, another team coveted by the heretical gods, this aristocratic coalition formed by the governor of the Youyan human race, met the rat people head-on.
In an environment and time that are not very conducive to the rat people.
Stepping out of the forest, on a plain, at the brightest moment of noon, the neat coalition of nobles met their opponents.
A chaotic group of ratmen.
Yes, a group of messy ratmen. This group of ratmen is really not an elite group. The formation is chaotic and chaotic. Although it is large in size and most of them are holding weapons, the governor of this province But he doesn't feel that there is much difference between these rat people and the weak mouse people he expelled.
I even had the energy to smile and jokingly said to a young knight on the side.
"Maybe you can get the title of rat-catching expert this time."
For his words, the young knight was a little flattered and a little more embarrassed, holding the lance in his hand. A little tighter.
When the provincial governor saw this young knight's performance, a smile appeared on his face. This is the power of power, how intoxicating it is. Just a simple sentence can make someone A young knight with unlimited potential showed such an expression to him.
He was about to face a war, but as the commander-in-chief, he was a little distracted, thinking about other things.
With the support of His Majesty, he might also be able to get a glimpse of the center of the continent in this turbulent era. Imperial Emperor is really a wonderful title.
Thinking like this, I couldn't help but get distracted.
The army he brought is indeed of good quality. The noble knights spontaneously formed their formations and prepared to charge. Many knights even slowly opened their magic eyes. , seems to be preparing some kind of spell.
Suddenly, a spear with gleaming light was thrown out by a knight.
The magic spear made a violent explosion after landing.
But such a battle did not seem to cause any fear in the group of rat men in the distance.
The noisy sound came over.
The provincial governor who woke up from his dream of becoming an emperor raised his head displeasedly, and an ugly hairless rat man carrying a flag came into his eyes.
This weird look made him want to laugh inexplicably, until the ugly hairless rat man who made people laugh made a throwing motion.
It seems to be responding to the enchanted spear thrown by the knight.
There is still such a long distance.
The smile on his face did not fade away, until the spear fell, the magic eyes on his forehead suddenly opened, and transparent magic shields appeared in front of the provincial governor. There were three in total, overlapping, but But it was easily penetrated.
A scarlet spear easily penetrated the overlapping magic shield, and the expression on the provincial governor's face completely froze.
In the instant sting, he and the horses under him were nailed to the ground.
Even the most outstanding Warcraft horse could not withstand such terrifying power. In an instant, he knelt on the ground and was pierced by the scarlet spear.
There was a look of disbelief on his face. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
The last second, he was obviously still dreaming of that beautiful dream, dreaming of becoming the emperor of the empire.
No one reacted. When they reacted, the governor of this province was already dead. This war was far from that simple. Their ministers were far from making a fuss about it. They were even still a little fussy. He despised these rat men.
Who would have thought that this group of defeated generals who had lost their main force not only refused to retreat, but also pushed forward violently.
This coalition of nobles, who had placed their hopes on the gods, lost their advantage the moment the battle broke out. The sudden fall of their commander was like a slap on the head.
This army was a little more sluggish at this moment.
And the rat people obviously wouldn't give them a chance to react.
Under the black dragon flag, under the command of the somewhat funny hairless rat man, the rat people poured over.
(End of this chapter)