Chapter 259, Premonition
In the streets and alleys, in the darkness, there are rustling sounds and sneaky figures.
What the affairs officer was worried about has happened. The rat men, big and small in the city, the rat men everywhere are about to decide the leader, a rat covered in pitch black.
This process took place in the dim slum. Countless rat men gathered around him. A flag depicting complex patterns was held high by him. It came from an abandoned place. The abandoned church was a flag of the stargazing god, but it was held high by this guy.
The flag is covered with bloody lines drawn one by one. It is obvious that this guy is not a professional guy. It is not surprising that there is no rat priest in Mountain Dew City from beginning to end. figures of these professionals.
Is such an act a sacrilege? I don’t know, and no Rat Man should care now.
The purple flag depicts scarlet lines, it is raised high, fanatical shouts come and go, a simple altar is pushed out, and a grand sacrifice is about to begin.
The rat people began to move and received a quick response. A grand priest was what all the rat people longed for.
The city is about to begin to completely turmoil, and crises inside and outside the city are about to erupt.
The dark rat-men held high the blasphemous flag, and a large number of rat-men responded. It is true that this is not an elite team. Even the weapons in their hands are so messy, including pots, pans, and wooden sticks. , kitchen knives, wheels, and even things like manure spoons, it’s a mess.
But it is about to gather into a tide that will impact everything in this area.
Don’t underestimate them. They are already the source of chaos in this city. As long as these guys are allowed to carry out this simple yet grand sacrifice smoothly, as long as they are allowed to carry out the ceremony successfully, The poor fellows who lived in this area were all piled up on this simple altar.
Until a figure appeared at the end of the street.
Pairs of scarlet eyes appeared in the darkness everywhere.
In the dim streets, only the simple altar of the god had light. Some relatively fresh corpses were piled on the altar. A black rat-man holding a flag of blasphemy stood in the light.
The sneaky guys were observing. The figure at the end of the street took steps step by step, and the black rat man also started to move.
The dark rat man pulled out a knight's sword.
Yes, that's right, a knight's sword. He didn't handle this heavy sword smoothly. It required both hands to hold it smoothly, which was particularly weird.
There are many smart guys among the rat people, and sometimes, some guys will learn some strange things.
Just like this guy, he hides in a small house and peeks at the knight who lives in it practicing sword skills every day. A rat man who learns sword skills. It always feels wrong to describe it like this. Weird, but he did it, he really learned it, and when he left the army, he personally executed his teacher with a big sword in his hand.
The figure striding forward clenched the pitchfork in his hand.
This is a rare one-on-one duel. For the Dark Rat Man, as the newly ascended leader, the Dark Rat Man must use various means to establish his status and prestige. Sacrifice is a way, and powerful power is also a way.
How to show your strong power, defeating a powerful enemy is the best way to show it.
The rat people gathered here are composed of small groups. Single combat is not a method recommended by the rat people, but it is obvious that the leaders of the small groups are not interested in this dark rat. People are not that convinced.
Amidst the sharp neighing, the dark rat man stepped forward. You can see the precise movements of the human knights on this weird guy. It is just a rat man who performs these moves, but no matter how It's so dazzling to see.
The heavy knight's sword fell heavily, spinning endlessly with each move, but it was only a pitchfork that resisted the knight's sword.
The material of the pitchfork is good, the smooth and straight wooden pole is mottled with rust, but the fork head made of material, in the collision again and again, caused a series of sparks, but it was not cut off. There is no deformation, after all, it is built for long-term use.
It is still that simple move, even if it is beaten back again and again.
The battle did not come to a conclusion for a long time. The Pitchfork Knight was unimaginably steady. Even though the heavy sword kept falling and retreated step by step, there was always no flaw.
The dark rat man let out a sharp hiss, and his body began to tremble slightly. This situation often occurs in those cowardly guys, or it may be due to excessive anger, leaping high, bright and sharp The knight's sword fell heavily. The Pitchfork Knight took several steps back and blocked the blow. However, as a price, the pitchfork broke and the old man in his hand was chopped into two pieces.
The dark ratman raised the knight's sword high in his hand, and intermittent cheers emerged from the surrounding darkness. It was obvious that the battle was about to be decided.
Sneaky guys appeared from the darkness and climbed to the tops of the simple shacks. Their figures appeared in Pitchfork Knight's sight, piled up together and shadowy.
The Pitchfork Knight took a deep breath and held the broken wooden handle in his hand. He was a little at a loss. He didn't know many things. Flirting, stabbing, and pressing were just these three movements. , he doesn't know how to use many weapons, he can only use a pitchfork.
But at this time, the pitchfork in his hand was cut off.
Still not retreating, the dark figure suddenly stopped being so urgent. It seemed that he saw the guy's helplessness. A ferocious smile appeared on his face, and his scarlet eyes looked up and down. He took a step Approach slowly.
Feint and then lunge.
In that awkward but still swift and sharp movement, he got close to the Pitchfork Knight, and the long sword in his hand was sent out fiercely, and the bright red blood spilled out, like playing with a toy, this dark rat man He jumped up high and kicked Pitchfork Knight in the chest. Pitchfork Knight sat heavily on the ground.
The dark rat-man landed not far away, the amusement on his face so obvious.
This old armor was pierced, and he used the half pitchfork in his hand to support himself and stood up with difficulty.
Pitchfork Knight was defeated.
The rat men surrounding him became even more excited.
Perhaps the actions these days are not in vain, a voice appeared, it was a girl who was still a little immature.
The girl who was saved by the Pitchfork Knights was not taken away by the Holy See Knights.
I stood up at this time.
Many people in this area are secretly watching what is happening here. These guys are like ostriches, huddled in their simple shacks and not caring about the outside world. .
Although the situation is indeed like this, whether it is the nobles who have fixed their destiny, or the gangs, evil wizards, aliens, greedy officeholders, and city guards, these are not something they can fight against. As long as they lower their heads, Just pray that the uncertainty of fate will not happen to you. The immature girl held a rusty table knife tightly in her hand, but she dared to shout loudly with that sharp voice.
"You bad guys, let go of Brother Knight!"
But it really has no deterrent effect. The Pitchfork Knight blocked the path of the dark rat man and the immature girl. In the middle, the young child's body was trembling slightly, coming from real fear, but simply, the Dark Rat Man seemed to be more interested in Pitchfork Knight.
The knight's sword hit the Pitchfork Knight's calf hard, causing him to kneel to the ground again. The immature girl's eyes were red, but it was worse than most people in this slum. Come with more courage.
He threw the rusty table knife in his hand towards the dark rat-man.
It didn't hit, but it attracted some attention. He just waved his hand. Some rat men understood what he meant, appeared from the darkness, and rushed towards the immature girl.
Looking at this scene, the Pitchfork Knight let out a roar, an angry roar, the first roar in this battle, but he was stepped hard on the heavy sword of the knight again. Hit on the calf.
My eyes are red, but I can’t get up.
Looking at it, the immature child was about to die in the hands of the rat man, but he couldn't get up no matter what.
There was a bit more trembling in the roar, such unwillingness.
In the simple shanties, these miserable guys were still peeking in. Even though they couldn't bear it, no one stood up, such cowardice.
The immature child ran tremblingly, but how could he outrun the chasing rat man?
Until a flash of purple light lit up in the darkness.
A long sword engraved with complex patterns and shining with brilliance cut through the sky and arrived here. It accurately hit a rat warrior chasing the immature child and penetrated the rat man. Several other chasing rat men were killed. Terrified.
The Knights of the Holy See broke into this area, and the large number of ratmen gathered here were discovered by the mercenary team hired in the adjacent neighborhood. Faced with so many ratmen, they did not even have the courage to go deep, and reported the matter to Affairs officer and attracted these Holy See knights.
The streets began to roar as the Holy See knights ran wildly, and the knights wrapped in glory burst into view. Faced with such a situation, even if the dark ratmen were unwilling to retreat, they had no choice. The ratmen gathered around them The wavering began.
I was very angry, but there was nothing I could do.
At this moment, the prostrate Pitchfork Knight on the ground moved. The broken half of the pitchfork was suddenly thrown out by the Pitchfork Knight on the ground. It crossed the face of the dark rat man without killing him. This weird guy left three bloody wounds on his eyes. Such wounds made the dark rat man even more ferocious. In anger, he raised the knight's sword high. , just to kill the guy underneath him.
At this time, the Holy See knight also arrived. The rat men around him were running away. The knight's sword raised high was held by an arm wrapped with purple brilliance. It was the one who led the charge against the fierce The leading knight in the knights' procession.
He arrived immediately and saved the dying Pitchfork Knight.
The dark rat man decisively let go of the knight's sword in his hand and ran wildly behind him. The large army of Holy See knights was about to arrive. When he was about to enter the darkness, he paused and looked deeply with bloody scarlet eyes. He glanced at the two guys behind him, especially the Pitchfork Knight, who paused for a long time.
Disappeared in the darkness, and the rat men gathered here dispersed. The leading Holy See knight threw the knight's sword in his hand to the side of the street, and did not pursue it rashly. , they are not good at fighting in that complex environment.
Behind him, other knights of the Holy See arrived on horseback. One brought the big sword of the leading knight, and the other arrived with the immature child under his arm.
The leading knight got off his horse and pulled up the fallen Pitchfork Knight.
Pushing aside the mask, he thanked the Pitchfork Knight seriously.
“Thank you, thank you for saving the people here!”
A young face appeared. The powerful leading knight was unexpectedly young. Behind him, a The Holy See knights pushed aside the masks on their helmets, revealing young faces.
In other words, the Holy See Knights are all extremely young.
The embarrassed Pitchfork Knight took out a bulging bag from his waist, took out a bloody pancake, pushed open the mask, and stuffed it into his mouth. He was seriously injured, but he But he didn't even have the money to pay for a doctor.
We can only follow the local methods in the village and eat enough when we are sick.
The red and rough face was full of suffering caused by pain. The leading knight noticed this, and the purple light fell, bringing healing to the Holy See Knight.
The flow of blood stopped.
In the distance, a roar sounded from the towering city walls, echoing here, and the war began again.
The Holy See Knights pulled on their masks.
The leading knight saluted the Pitchfork Knight.
They still had something to do, and soon they ran away again.
A childish voice sounded.
"Wow! It's Grandpa Knight!"
It's that immature girl. The Holy See knights who rushed to the battlefield still didn't take this little guy away. This little guy's first words It just made Pitchfork Knight stunned. He and the little girl were a little awkward. Well, the appearance under Pitchfork Knight's mask somewhat shattered the little girl's imagination, and Pitchfork Knight was also a little bit uncomfortable with being called that. Not used to it.
Two figures, one big and one small, glared at each other.
But it also dilutes the solemn atmosphere here. Even the pile of corpses not far away and the simple altar worshiping an unknown evil god are not so dazzling.
This area was saved by the Pitchfork Knight, but the city has to face a more serious situation.
The pitch-black rat man was not killed. Although his inauguration was interrupted by Pitchfork Knight, this could only be delayed for a while. Soon, the surging rat tide might arrive. came in the city.
This is not a good situation.
(End of this chapter)