Chapter 267, Utilitarianism and Greed of the Rat People
This is not a famine.
When the rat people gathered into a huge country and no longer flaunted their glory and achievements like in the classical era, but began to pay attention to the number of blood mushrooms in their hands, this situation was destined to happen.
Blood mushrooms anchor everything, and everything anchors blood mushrooms.
The rat people are still so pious, but not so pious anymore. Being extremely utilitarian, they have successfully anchored their status on the blood mushrooms.
The number of blood mushrooms in hand has become a very important thing.
It’s no longer like before. It’s not surprising. After all, the calculation of the achievements made to the gods is too vain and unreal, so we simply use blood mushrooms to measure everything.
All the qualified guys, the qualified guys in this huge country, are greedily taking the bright mushrooms into their arms.
Too many things are pinned on blood mushrooms.
Status, desire, greed, comparison.
The gods are still so great. For the rat people, just before dedicating themselves to the gods, there is a vague need to say more, dedicating themselves to the blood mushrooms.
Can't see further.
Most of the rat people, even the smart ones, are just ordinary things. There are not many things that they can hold on to, and there are not many things they can see.
There is nothing wrong with this approach, but it is just a problem that has been ignored.
No matter how many things the rat people anchor the blood mushrooms and add more meanings to, the blood mushrooms will not change because of them. From the beginning to the end, the blood mushrooms are only born because of one thing. Because something happened.
That is, a gift to the gods.
In the middle of the vast grassland, there is a reclaimed iron mine, in the underground tunnel.
Another slave rat fell. Around him, many rat men looked forward to it, their scarlet eyes falling on the motionless body.
Eat each other, hungry, and finally whipped.
The Big Claw Priest cursed angrily in the tunnel. The slave rats who had just revealed their ferocious gazes looked so honest when facing the Big Claw Priest.
The long life of a slave has engraved the word surrender in his bones.
But hunger is unavoidable, and the Great Claw Priest has just left.
Pairs of scarlet eyes began to peek at each other.
The time not long ago, that moment of abundance, was like a beautiful dream, but unfortunately, dreams must end.
Another guy was crumbling, and all the sneaky eyes fell on the crumbling guy.
Wait for him to fall, or wait for some time.
In extreme hunger, eating each other is just a rare and common thing.
Generally speaking, rat people will not end up in such a situation.
After all, if this is the case, then everyone who is included in the category of food may die.
One second you are bending down, tearing apart the shriveled flesh and blood attached to the bones. The next second, you may be surrounded, watched, waiting for death, and having your flesh and blood torn apart. .
The loss of slave rats began to increase at an unprecedented and exaggerated level, and the mines were full of skeletons with a hint of scary red.
The Great Claw Priest stationed here gradually became unable to suppress the situation.
In panic, he kept asking for help from the big man sitting in the rat city in the distance.
Just didn't get any response.
The situation faced in cities is also the same. After the chain of transactions is broken, the situation is indescribably serious.
Outside the temple of the gods, the temple guards began to throw away the sacrifices outside the city.
They are maintaining the stability of the city.
Theft, robbery, murder, more and more fresh skeletons appear in the corners of the city.
The order in the city has not been completely broken.
From the reconciliation of the temple guards.
But only the temple guards are mediating the crisis.
Both the rat priest and the rat lord fell silent.
These despicable guys hide in the tunnels under the city and in the towers built in the center of the city.
He waved his arms greedily and watched everything in front of him feverishly.
If there are beneficiaries of this disaster, it must be these rat lords, rat priests, these guys who control the caravan.
What they can provide must be more than what they crave. Taking advantage of this soaring price, just by continuing to maintain trade, they can siphon blood mushrooms on a large scale from all the ratmen in a wide range.
They don’t understand why, but that doesn’t stop them from doing it.
Crazy carnival.
In the city, in front of the sacred hall, a large number of goblin corpses that had only been exposed to blood were thrown at the door. Ratmen of all sizes gathered here, raising their heads and watching those solemn of temple guards.
Fighting for the abandoned body.
Goblin is not delicious, it is sour and astringent, but now there are no more choices.
The temple guards tried their best, but the situation was difficult to stabilize.
Large-scale caravans have completely stopped, and the exchange of materials in various cities has completely come to a standstill.
The rat priests at the top instinctively maintain this situation.
Maybe it was just to save his own assets at first, but when the countless blood mushrooms were really taken into his arms, the situation changed.
They are all smart guys. Do they really take the inflated prices that are almost floating into the sky seriously?
Blood mushrooms have always been blood mushrooms, one of the most precious things, a gift from the gods.
The new free people, the low-level rat priests, the rat warriors, a chaotic group, the blood mushrooms in these guys were quickly drained, but these rat priests still maintained this High prices continue to drive price inflation.
They are waiting, waiting for those who stand in line with them, waiting for their compromise, and then plunder.
In that surging greed.
The rat priests have always been so despicable and have no bottom line.
But what they didn’t notice was that at this time, in front of the solemn temple in the city, there were countless ratmen of all kinds. These guys who were waiting for the temple guards to throw away the corpses, besides looking at the corpse thrown in front of them, In addition to the corpse, he also frequently focused his attention on one place, on the center of the city, on the high tower.
In the winding iron ore cave, the scarlet eyes once again picked a target, a thin guy.
He fell heavily to the ground, and immediately, the rat people were about to eat.
It was only at this time that an accident occurred.
This weak guy had some changes, and there was an excited look on his face. He woke up, and he seemed to have become a big-clawed priest. A scarlet light was thrown by him to a slave rat next to him who was watching him.
With maniacal laughter. It was indeed worth it. His future was obviously going to change dramatically at this moment.
Until.
The maniacal laughter stopped suddenly, and the sharp claws pierced his chest. His eyes were full of disbelief and astonishment.
Indeed.
After all, he was already a noble Great Claw Priest, he was already a noble Great Claw Priest, and the one who killed him was an ordinary slave rat.
The scarlet-eyed slave rat opened his belly, and the rat people continued to eat.
The surrounding ratmen went through a process from timidity to disregard, amidst the pungent smell of blood.
Soon, a fresh and clean skeleton appeared in the corner of the tunnel.
The angry voice fell again, and the Big Claw Priest stationed in the mine appeared here. The red-eyed slave rat did not react immediately, pulling a piece of intestine in his hand, being whipped and reprimanded.
The pain in his body dispelled the redness in the slave rat's eyes, and he hurriedly moved aside. Nothing seemed to have changed.
The Great Claw Priest looked at the humble slaves in front of him and welcomed their gaze.
I just don’t know why, but I suddenly felt a little uneasy in my heart, as if I sensed some danger.
When these rat men looked at the big-clawed priest, their eyes did not look right.
Pairs of scarlet eyes fell from all corners, landing on the big-clawed priest holding the whip tightly.
That faint look in his eyes.
The things engraved in the bones seem to be a little loose.
This is a horrific disaster.
For this disaster, there is only one guy in the Rat Man Empire who has the ability to do something, White Rat.
In essence, there is no shortage of food, production capacity, or population in the Rat Man Empire.
Just two inverted gears meshing with each other, pushing each other faster and faster.
Faced with this situation, the white mouse did nothing.
Even those violent and cruel rat warlords are gradually realizing a problem. The soldiers in their hands exist as a kind of property.
But this knowledge is invalid for white mice.
All along, slave rats have no status in the eyes of white rats and are completely insignificant.
As long as the Rat Man Empire does not collapse, and as long as the war continues, no matter how many slave rats die, the white rats will not raise their heads to take another look.
The connection between the rat empire and the army has returned to the most traditional model. The economic system that gradually took shape over time, and everything anchored by the blood mushrooms, are not very important in the eyes of the white rats.
The one he has always loved was not the Rat Man.
If there is anyone in the Rat Kingdom who is the most barbaric and rude, it is the White Rat.
Even the rat war gradually emerged around Habit. Those delicate little things enjoyed being surrounded by countless rat men, enjoying the victory and being cheered.
But the white mouse is different. He is very stubborn, or in other words, very pious and pure.
The caravan is still operating, and the docking with the Eastern Expeditionary Force has become a simple exchange of materials.
The White Rat did not even glance at the chaos in the Rat Empire at this time, nor did he care about the countless wailing slave rats.
He doesn't care.
But it was still him who saved the chaos at this time.
The interaction between the Skaven Empire and the Eastern Expeditionary Force has brought a sense of stability. Both sides are large enough.
The problem is not that big. In the Rat Empire at this time, no one can disobey the orders of the White Rat. Extreme violence, absolute rights, contradictions in the system, and collapsed economy, everything is... Not a problem.
The gears that are biting each other are a little looser.
A large amount of supplies began to flow, from the huge city of Underground Rat City to the Eastern Expeditionary Force.
The shortage and scarcity that caused the turmoil, the famine, became a joke in the flow of such huge supplies.
Everything is slowly returning to its original state.
As if nothing happened, this acute problem that surfaced has not been completely solved.
Everything is falling slowly. Blood mushrooms are still used to anchor everything. Everything is measured by blood mushrooms.
The price of slave rats has stabilized at the price of four blood mushrooms.
Planting rooms, large and small, spread underground in every Skaven city.
Everything is back to the way it was.
The countless humble guys who died were not taken seriously. Every rat city had countless more skeletons during this period, which were piled up in secret places and buried in the earth.
The rat priests at the top, the rat priests at the top were full.
They are still unaware of the neglected problem.
The countless blood mushrooms piled up in the cave, the endless accumulation of blood, these bright mushrooms have become their rights, symbolizing their status, proving their achievements, and seem to have become everything to them.
Everything that happened was just a preview, and something like this will probably happen again.
Probably a preview.
Of course, these greedy guys do such things without paying any price, but they are too utilitarian and greedy and do not realize it.
Their right to speak is dying silently. The right to speak of the rat priests comes from their identity, from the identity of the priests. As sacrifices to gods, they are naturally sacred.
But now there are some problems with this holiness. In the eyes of countless rat people, the sacred aura of the rat priests has faded a bit.
No wonder these guys are so despicable.
This is just a small disturbance. It does not affect the continuation of this holy war, and it will never affect the continuation of this holy war.
The Eastern Expeditionary Force, Rat War is still receiving a large amount of resources, and the size of the army is still expanding.
During this period of time, Mountain Dew City was completely reduced to a huge rat nest. At the same time, it was also a rare rat city built on the ground with few underground parts.
Because there are a large number of strange stone pillars with carved patterns buried underground in the city.
A very prosperous city.
A large number of ratmen, all kinds of ratmen gathered in this city.
Not every rat city is able to reap the dividends brought by war, but there are always rat people who are constantly pursuing war, especially when there is such turmoil in the homeland of the rat kingdom. after.
After a short period of repair, the huge Eastern Expeditionary Force will be launched again.
In the waving black flag, countless rat people gathered into a tide and continued to advance towards the depths of this vast continent.
(End of this chapter)