Chapter 334, Pilgrim's Battle
Of course, the flag will not always be so idle. When the distribution of rights is completed and the situation stabilizes, the war will start again.
After all, if the war does not continue, how can the breeding rooms, planting rooms, various workshops, cities, and temples of gods be maintained?
Someone has to take the responsibility for this.
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The jihad entered an intense stage of preparation.
The lush forest, the once lush forest, has now completely changed. After the trees died in large numbers, even the originally clear streams were somewhat rotten. smell.
The indigenous people in the forest, those who still survived the rounds of sweeps by the ratmen, also completely disappeared during this period.
Goblins, Bunnymen, Gulfstream Murlocs, these stubborn and outrageous guys, their footprints completely disappeared into the forest.
On the contrary, traces of lizardmen and snakes appeared in the swamp again. These losers, perhaps forced by the pressure of survival, gathered together again, and even several times built several buildings on the edge of the forest. The small rat city launched an attack.
Only this time, the resurrected lizardmen and snakemen did not attract an army of ratmen to encircle and suppress them. Instead, a large number of ratman slave-catching teams appeared on the outskirts of the swamp.
In the endless night, the agreement between these swamp races and the rat caravans gradually lost its effectiveness.
But even though he was active, he didn’t attract much attention.
Just a bunch of losers.
Not to mention such a small attack, even if they regain their power at their peak, they will not be a huge threat to the rat people.
The greatest value may be reflected in serving as sacrifices. As the first heretics encountered by the rat people, some fastidious rat priests are not stingy in giving a generous price for some living lizardmen.
But that’s it.
The rat people no longer regard these dead remnants who were defeated by them as opponents.
In the lush forest, large areas of withered trees were cut down, and countless ratmen gathered here.
Shout slogans loudly.
Many of the enthusiastic guys had red eyes on the spot.
Ah, for the sake of God, what a glorious slogan this is.
Many of the rat men who were confused were involved in this war. They simply could not resist such glorious slogans. It is not surprising, because a large number of these guys have made up their minds. Determined to leave behind everything he owned and embark on this pilgrimage road regardless of everything.
Perhaps the group of Big Claw priests themselves did not expect that the slogans shouted in order to earn more blood mushrooms would turn into a highly ingrained custom in such a short period of time. A kind of fanatical pursuit with a bit of haziness and brilliance.
Countless Skaven have embarked on this pilgrimage across the empire.
Well, maybe it has something to do with this twisted country.
Born, grew up, enslaved, driven, grew up, escaped servitude, and then became confused.
Corresponding to the increasingly large group of rat free people is an environment that has hardly changed.
The word "rising space" is a very unfamiliar word to ordinary rat people. The only difference between this abnormal country and a real pool of stagnant water is that the word "faith" runs through it.
Freedom also brings confusion.
After all, the Skaven are a group of truly intelligent beings.
What's more, these free rat people, in the long period from birth to freedom, are most accustomed to being shouted at, whipped, scolded, and driven.
Until sudden freedom.
In confusion, I began to call God’s name and embarked on this pilgrimage.
Then he was pulled into adulthood.
The war has not officially begun, but small-scale probing and harassment has begun.
These poor guys were the first to be pushed onto the battlefield.
Neither the rat priests nor the temple guards regard this complex group of guys with mixed qualities as trump cards, they are all used as cannon fodder.
It’s not surprising. If you shout a few names of gods, you will really become an apostle of gods, or you will be on an equal footing with them.
On the contrary, most of these poor guys believe in those slogans.
After all, who are shouting these slogans, rat priests, these big shots, servants of the gods, temple guards, the same big shots, guardians of the temples of the gods.
Just like that, he was pushed onto the battlefield.
Simply, neither the temple guards nor the rat priests skimped on equipment for these poor pilgrims.
Chain mail, metal spear, small buckler, short-handled hammer, short knife, leather armor, crossbow.
Whether it is the temple guards or the rat priests, neither party is a poor existence, nor is they overly deprived of anything. After the towering towers filled with billowing black smoke were built one after another. .
These simple weapons and equipment became something that you could have as much as you wanted.
The very wealthy rat priests and temple guards put almost no restrictions on the things they distribute. Except for the full body armor, everything is free to choose.
This is just the distribution of weapons. There is also food, which is enough.
For these high-ranking people, there seems to be no shortage of resources. Even the blood mushrooms are placed there casually as an incentive.
This is a holy war.
The pilgrims took up their weapons, and under the shouts of the rat priests or the gazes of the temple guards, they stepped onto the battlefield with a bit of trembling.
This is a holy war!
Not all wererats have faced heretics directly, and not all wererats are qualified to be firewood burning on the battlefield. What's more, the person standing in front of them at this time is not someone else, but It's the rat man himself who is just like them.
The rat people are not afraid of the rat people.
What’s more, this is a holy war!
Shouting the name of the great god loudly and dedicating merit to him, in confusion, they have already dedicated everything to the god. This abnormal country is really too depressing.
Wisdom brings not all good things, but also curses. Despicable guys, how do you have the qualifications to think about the meaning of existence? Just entrust everything to the gods. There is no need to think about it. Many, just need to shout his greatness, just need to shout his greatness.
The thought of being able to run in a holy war made many rat-man pilgrims tremble. There was no need for the rat-man priests to drop their inspiring magic or to urge them. The fighting Skaven leveled their spears in the rear.
My eyes were red, I was so furious, I shouted loudly, I ran desperately, I was so excited.
“For the gods! For the great gods!”
They shouted fanatically, and then they met a group of guys who were in the same state as them.
The cannon fodder and vanguard are these rat pilgrims.
The performance of these guys was not particularly good. Compared with the professional rat army, although the momentum was sufficient, this war was extremely chaotic.
Sure enough, long-range weapons are not suitable for these guys to use. A large number of thrown crossbows almost all landed on their teammates.
One by one, the Skaven pilgrims fell under heavy blows from friendly forces.
What is going on at this time is testing and harassment. The scale is not large.
The fight was very chaotic. Only when you are actually facing death can you tell whether these guys who are shouting fanatically are pious or not.
Running away, retreating, shouting loudly in fear.
Of course, this does not completely explain whether one is pious or not. It may just be that faith does not completely overwhelm fear.
Not all rat people can face war calmly, especially since many of these pilgrims were just a group of slave rats taking care of breeding rooms, planting rooms, or busy in mines before they were freed. However, Excluding the industrial area, the environment in the industrial area is so harsh that even if the slave rats can escape from the hot area, they often cannot survive for long.
For these guys, cowardice is a given. After all, those who dare to resist have long since died under the whippings of the Big Claw Priests.
Having the courage to embark on the pilgrimage may be all it takes for them.
Asking them to be brave is itself a difficult thing.
Of course, there are cowardly guys, and of course there are guys who are not afraid at all.
They raised their weapons high and charged forward feverishly, attacking every figure that appeared in front of them. The same group showed two completely different states, which also created this chaotic situation.
The battlefield was dark and the land was uneven, although the withered trees around the place where the rat army was stationed had been cut down on a large scale.
It’s just that the felling was not complete, and bare tree stumps were left on the surface. The land was not flat, with some undulations.
A small river with a faint rancid smell exists not far from the battlefield.
Fanatical guys ran wildly on this chaotic battlefield.
Rat-men kept dying, and rat-men kept fleeing in panic. An extremely fanatical guy faced a guy with the same red eyes.
Roaring excitedly.
"Heresy! Heretic who disrespects the gods!
I will kill you! I will kill you!"
Such words made his opponent furious .
Next to him, a young rat man couldn't bear the threat of death any longer. He wanted to retreat in fear, but was pierced by a spear thrust through his body.
The chain armor on his body failed to save him. It was indeed more effective in resisting slashes.
The rat pilgrims are of different ages, some are old and some are young.
This fanatical guy is obviously not young. The hair around his mouth has grown quite long, and the texture is extremely dry and curly, so he is not young.
Probably a guy who escaped from the battlefield.
The spear in his hand was swung much more systematically than the other guys on this battlefield, and his left leg was slightly unnatural.
Like a guy running away from the battlefield.
Escape from the battlefield does not necessarily require overcoming those cruel executioners. Sometimes it is easy if you are willing to pay some price. The Eastern Expeditionary Force of Rat War will abandon those guys who were disabled in the war. .
It is not entirely true that they are abandoned. To be precise, the rat-men supervisory team in the Eastern Expeditionary Force will not prevent the disabled rat-men from leaving on their own.
This gave birth to a mature escape strategy. As long as you leave yourself with some injuries that can never be recovered when the battle is about to be won, you can leave smoothly.
Of course, such a departure is not without cost. Being reduced to a defective guy is not a very easy situation to accept. Even if the injuries on the body were left by oneself, they will not be too serious.
But defective products are defective products.
This fanatical creature bears the most striking traits of those who have escaped from the Skaven.
But after all, he escaped from the real rat army. On this basis, the heretic in front of him was easily killed by him.
Waving the spear in his hand high.
The expression on his face was so ferocious in the midst of fanaticism.
The old guy kept shouting loudly.
Shouting to the great gods.
The strange thing is that if he was a guy who once wanted to escape from the battlefield even if he was reduced to a defective product, why is he so fanatical and desperate now?
One after another, rat men who obviously had not participated in the war, fell under his attack.
This performance is too eye-catching.
Soon after, several rat men gathered around and killed him in a fight.
Of course, these guys who killed the old rat man also shouted about the greatness of the gods.
Ratman pilgrims kept falling down in this bare and uneven forest that had been chopped down.
Soon, this trial ended, and both sides retreated in panic.
Of course, the next trial will begin soon. Whether it is the temple guards or the rat priests, they have learned their lesson and will no longer provide crossbows to these rat pilgrims.
In conflicts again and again.
A large number of corpses were dumped in this area, leaving behind the earth that was gradually stained with a trace of blood red.
Of course, their role doesn't stop there.
In the repeated temptations and harassments, both parties gradually completed their preparations.
Compared to this group of scrawny rat-man pilgrims, whether it was the temple guards or the rat-man priests, the regular army they had assembled was clearly superior to more than one.
The scene is no longer such a small fight.
A grand war is about to officially begin.
Of course, although this group of pilgrims is not that useful, there will still be a place for them in this war.
It's like being pushed to the front of the army, as a vanguard, and used as a consumable.
Even this sacred pilgrimage road is sometimes better not to embark on it during this too stressful period.
The great god of the rat people, Du Yuan himself, has no prejudice against any of his believers. Although it is not easy to meet him, it may even be said that it is almost impossible for ordinary believers to do it. .
But Du Yuan has no prejudice against every rat man who believes in him.
It’s just that the big guys who believe in the same god as them are not so kind.
In this war, the temple guards and the rat priests were not very particular.
Du Yuan's followers are killing Du Yuan's followers.
But looking at it from another perspective, to a certain extent, the temple guards and the rat priests are also Du Yuan's followers, and they are also the most devout followers of Du Yuan.
Well, this may be the reason why Du Yuan sat back and watched such an awkward scene happen.
(End of this chapter)