Chapter 264, Grand Sacrifice
The Rat War provoked the Pitchfork Knight. Under the extreme crushing power, there was no room for struggle.
The Pitchfork Knight was thrown away heavily, and Rat Zhan cast his sights into the distance.
Over there, the chaos continued, and the Holy See knights joined those humble people.
Rat Zhan noticed this scene, and just when he was about to take steps, there was a loud gasping sound beside him. Pitchfork Knight climbed up and swayed far away, but Rat Zhan was not interested.
In fact, recently his attention has been more on the rear of the battle line.
Recent events have gradually proved that he seems to be really in trouble without those damn guys, at least in terms of trade.
The scarlet spear was thrown out by Rat Zhan at will, and penetrated the Pitchfork Knight's chest. The old armor on his body was really weak when facing the blood-stained and increasingly scarlet spear in Rat Zhan's hand. It's a bit unsightly.
As fragile as paper.
Pitchfork Knight was pinned to the ground.
He's not dead yet, but he's going to die soon.
Panting heavily.
Zhu Zhan came to him, his scarlet eyes fell on this weird guy, and Shu Zhan fell into thinking.
Behind him, the ferocious knight rushed past, causing the rat warriors to dodge in a panic. Those who did not dodge would probably be trampled directly.
In the fierce city not far away, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, rising into the sky. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but even the air was dyed with a hint of red. All this came from the scene that was taking place. of massacre.
Mouse Zhan finally came up with the answer while thinking, and the gaze that fell on the Pitchfork Knight in front of him was a little more probing, mocking, and violent.
He noticed what this guy was doing.
Ah! Such behavior is really similar to that of the red lizard.
With his mouth wide open, this ugly hairless guy was a little more excited, excited for no reason, like a madman.
The sound was sharp and harsh.
The Pitchfork Knight listened clearly, but he couldn't understand a single word. In the eyes of the Dark-Eye Human Race, even if the Rat Man spoke, it would probably be a sharp and distorted scream. The Rat People were also ordinary, and they disdained it. To listen to the words of heretics.
Life was gradually stripped from Pitchfork Knight.
His eyes gradually became blurred, and the strange screams of the ugly rat man in front of him gradually escaped from his ears.
There was not much reluctance in his last words.
A low murmur.
"Old Susan."
Perhaps not unwilling at all, at the temporary moment, Pitchfork Knight raised his head and looked into the distance, into the depths of the pitch-black rat tide.
There seems to be something I can’t let go of.
The head of the Pitchfork Knight was cut off by Rat Zhan.
Before swinging the knife, Rat Zhan muttered to himself.
"It turns out to be a hero! It turns out to be a hero!"
Rat Zhan liked this feeling very much, and his sharp claws grabbed the head of the Pitchfork Knight who was about to fall to the ground.
He was very happy, excited, and dancing.
Pitchfork Knight died, just like that. Until the end, he didn't understand why he did such a thing. He didn't think about it. Maybe he didn't want to live anymore.
But he still did something, those poor guys, those poor guys were really saved by him.
The direction he was looking at.
The running rat men ran into the marching army, which was the reinforcements contacted by the Stargazing Pope. Those rat warlords once again showed their unreliability to the rat war.
There was no warning at all, no news arrived, the two sides just collided together.
The rat warlords who were released by Rat Zhan all went into the dense forest to capture the sacrifices. As for Rat Zhan’s orders, they did not disobey them, but there were some deviations in the direction of their advance. That’s all.
The two sides collided. It cannot be said that suddenly, the rat warlords did not fulfill their duties, but the human side seemed to have expected this situation. Their investigation unit did not show anything. Yao Mozi.
The rat warriors were defeated and fled in panic.
A feat, Pitchfork Knight really saved a group of guys, a huge group of guys, even though these guys were so humble.
The location where the human team defeated the rat pursuers.
Among the group of humble guys, the figure of the Holy See Knight also appeared here. Their leader was also an old acquaintance, the young leader.
Riding on a tall horse, wearing gorgeous armor, and having a handsome appearance, he is a perfect knight.
A young girl was held under his arm, struggling desperately and crying hysterically.
The leading Holy See knight didn't know how to comfort this immature child.
After thinking for a long time, I could only hold back one sentence.
"He wants you alive."
In the center of the dark rat tide.
Next to the dancing Rat Zhan, a figure struggled to get up. It was the dark Rat Man. His movements were difficult, but he survived in the end. While he was arrogant, this guy seemed to have retained the good intentions of a Rat Man that he has carried out to this day. Habit.
Playing dead.
He fell to the ground and became motionless. This successfully allowed him to survive, but his current condition was really not good.
The body is shaking far away, and blood is still coming out of the chest. The sharp pitchfork left a hole that has not been closed, but it is not a serious injury. This kind of flesh and blood problem only requires a few blood mushrooms. Go down and find a place to lie down, and after a while, there will probably be no problem. This is a very versatile way to deal with injuries.
To a certain extent, the medical system created by this series of things is much more convenient than that of the Dark Eye human race that combines magical herbalism, anatomy, life magic, light magic, and injury theory.
Eat some blood mushrooms, and those who can survive it will be able to jump around in a short time. Of course, if they can't survive it, they can lie down on the spot.
The black rat man did not swallow the blood mushroom, struggled to stand up, and knelt down to Rat Zhan with a look of embarrassment.
Rat Zhan finally diverted his attention from the joy, and his scarlet eyes fell on the dark rat man in front of him.
Rat Zhan is in a good mood now, and the Dark Rat Man has received his reward.
Very casually, the Dark Skaven became a Skaven Warlord, in one sentence.
This reward was given not because of the chaos caused by the Dark Rat Man in the city, nor because of the warehouse he set on fire, but because Rat Zhan was in a good mood right now.
He was very happy, just because of this.
The rat war appoints rat warlords, and they can accumulate merits, and they can be like flags, just because of a little bit of curiosity, or naturally they can be like this, just because they are happy.
The face of the dark rat man was filled with indescribable ecstasy. This joy was difficult to suppress even with his physical weakness at this time, and it brought him some trouble.
The wound on his chest began to expand due to excessive excitement, and blood spurted out, like a faucet that had been turned on.
He almost died after finally surviving.
Hurryingly stuffing blood mushrooms into his mouth.
At the same time, he bowed down over and over again.
"Great Commander! Great Commander, Great Commander!" However, Rat Zhan did not look at this dark rat man again.
The arriving human reinforcements, after repelling the pursuing rat army and learning about the situation from the Holy See knights mixed in this group of pitiful eggs, did not move forward. They had no intention of saving the fallen Mountain Dew City.
Just by looking at the boundless dark tide in the distance, a very simple answer can be drawn: Mountain Dew City is hopeless.
Started an orderly retreat and turned back. Obviously, the commander of this army also felt that a field battle with the rat people would not be a wise choice.
The rat people did not pursue these humans at all costs.
There is one more important thing to do, a grand sacrifice, a grand sacrifice in Mountain Dew City.
This is very important, after all, sacrifice is the reason why the rat people start wars and massacres.
Central Mountain Dew.
After deciding to sacrifice, the mobilization ability of the rat people seems to have gone up to a higher level, especially when all the rat people present will participate in this sacrifice.
Facing the gods, this is one of the few times when the rat people are willing to take the initiative to put aside their own interests.
Captured humans, trophies, and all kinds of messy things are all very precious to these rat warriors, young rat warriors, and senior rat warriors.
It's just that at this moment, it doesn't matter, don't think about it, just give it all to God.
In a short period of time, countless corpses were placed in the central square of the city.
With the advancement of civilization, the rat people are indeed somewhat different from the past.
The low-level, humble rat people, they have more thoughts. In the past, they would only stand ignorantly under the stage, witnessing the big shots waving their arms on the stage.
Only now, they also want to participate, even if it is secretly.
Make some distinction between your own sacrifices and those offered by other ratmen, separate them at a distance, and place them separately.
There are a variety of things on display, and every effort is made.
The corpses of the Nether-Eyed Human Race, the weapons stained with scarlet blood, and even the dark eyes that could be redeemed for meritorious deeds, were all placed on the square in the center of the city.
Not only that, this great festival is about to begin and begin to spread to distant places.
The temple guards have already set off and are on their way.
Rat caravans, rat mercenaries, rat ranchers, and those rat free people, all kinds of guys around, all kinds of guys who have learned such news are all rushing towards Mountain Dew City. Come.
This is a sacred sacrifice.
Only for the sacrifices dedicated to the gods, the rat people will not set too many thresholds.
Bringing all kinds of sacrifices.
Except for the most central square, the central area of the sacrificial ceremony, which serves as the stage for rat battles, other places are also random.
Various sacrifices were piled in the center of the city.
This grand festival is very different from the past. Almost all the rat people are participating in it.
A piece of blackened dried meat piled in the corner came from a caravan of ratmen traveling through this area. The person who presented it was not the wealthy big-clawed priests, nor the rats running back and forth as guards. Human mercenaries.
From a skinny, humble slave rat.
While traveling to and from the ruins, this piece of dried meat was the most valuable thing he picked up. At that time, in order to fight for the ownership of this piece of dried meat, he fought with other slave rats, and even their tails were cut off. Bit off a piece.
Along the way, he was reluctant to eat dried meat, but he offered it as a sacrifice without hesitation.
Compared with the dazzling array of rare and precious things piled in the center of the square, his piece of blackened dried meat is really inconspicuous.
But this is the most precious thing he can give.
At the edge of the square, in an inconspicuous corner, this humble guy carefully put down the dried meat in his hand. Around him, other slave rats looked at him with envious eyes.
This piece of dried meat is indeed inconspicuous, but it is also the best thing that this group of slave rats can give.
Fat worms, dough cakes with gums, unknown mushrooms, and a broken rope were all piled up in a mess in this corner.
This corner became the altar where these slave rats offered sacrifices to the gods.
This is what makes this sacrifice, this grand sacrifice different from the past.
It is not just a grand sacrifice, but a grand sacrifice that includes large and small rituals, and countless rat people really participate in it.
It seems to be no different.
It’s just that these humble guys, these humble guys who often have no qualifications, are taking advantage of this big sacrifice to sacrifice to the gods in their hearts without knowing their instincts.
The slave rat who offered the dark dried meat was already calling out to the gods. At this time, the sacrifice had not even really begun.
Even if the rat people’s sacrifices don’t pay attention to so many things, there are still some necessary rituals.
In the square, the stone pillars representing the gods have not yet been carved.
Of course, these particularities have nothing to do with slave rats. These things are the specialties of the rat priests and temple guards, and are not something that a slave rat can know and care about.
His shouting probably won't make any waves.
Very simple, at this moment, pray sincerely.
"Great God! I want to become a free rat!"
Praying, I don't want to be a slave rat all the time.
It’s not surprising that the rat people’s beliefs are always linked to various desires.
At this time, the other slave rats also started praying in the same way, and various wishes were raised.
Not wanting to be whipped, wanting to be well fed, and being able to dig up fat worms, there are many such wishes, and the wish to become a free citizen is the better one among them.
But sending wishes does not mean that you are not pious.
After praying to the gods in ignorance, the slave rat who offered the dried meat earnestly blessed the gods.
Yes, this humble guy blessed the gods, not just that, but all the slave rats present.
"Great God! You have always been so great!"
This is the blessing given by the slave rat who offered dried meat.
There are others.
“The gods are powerful!”
“The great gods are full every day!”
"Great gods will not be whipped!"
This is the kind of blessing these humble guys can give after racking their brains.
A bit ridiculous, but sincere enough, they are the most sincere blessings, offered to the high and great god.
The faith of the rat people is not pure but pious enough.
(End of this chapter)