Chapter 337, The Victor
In the chaotic battle, the two armies saw each other.
Some huge steel fortresses appeared on the battlefield.
It is like the metal bell towers that were once used, but they are going to be bigger and stronger.
The symmetrical thick gears were placed on the shell of the steel fortress, rotating in the harsh sound of metal twisting, advancing on this chaotic battlefield.
It sways far away and houses a large number of war equipment, which is cumbersome and dangerous.
Such a creation, even with its huge size and heavy weight, can easily crush most things on the battlefield.
But in this chaotic battlefield at this time, it is still not invincible.
The war priest waved the weapon in his hand vigorously and let out a sharp roar. For the rat people, courage is rare. Cowardice is their nature, but this nature is not something that cannot be suppressed. In jealousy and greed, death is nothing.
Raise the flag high.
There were rat mercenaries, slave rats, and pilgrims around him, all in a crowd.
Keep pressing on.
Those war fortresses were wreaking havoc on the battlefield. The rotation of huge gears was like a giant beast that dragged the ground, crushing everything on the battlefield. A scarlet road mixed with blood and minced meat was hardened. He was dragged out violently.
Horrified shouts and shrill roars almost never stopped on this battlefield.
Another roar.
It comes from a tall rat troll with ferocious muscles all over his body.
The scarlet eyes fell on the mobile fortresses that were wreaking havoc on the battlefield. They roared and swept away the ordinary ratmen in front of them.
He started running wildly on this chaotic battlefield.
Like an angry orangutan, or a chariot? monster?
Get close to those moving castles wreaking havoc on the battlefield, and leap high at the moment they are about to be crushed.
After hitting the heavy metal shell hard, an obvious dent appeared on this ferocious war machine. The thick claws tried to grab the metal shell of these moving castles, but they failed to grasp it.
Landing to the ground with a roar, even though the Rat Troll was a rather tenacious aberration, it could not escape being crushed at this moment.
Turn into a mass of exploding flesh and blood.
This is not the end.
Such a conspicuous big guy almost instinctively attracts the aberrant creatures swimming around on the battlefield.
Rat trolls appeared on the battlefield one after another, approaching these mobile fortresses while running wildly.
These aberrant creations with the power to tear apart steel are constantly attacking these heavy and dangerous war machines.
The war is still going on.
Burn everything at an exaggerated speed.
More and more corpses piled up on this battlefield, even blocking the small river on the edge of the battlefield.
Both sides were cleaning up the corpses piled up on the battlefield.
More and more corpses were abandoned casually and piled up on the edge of the battlefield again.
Even if the rat people are not qualified as sacrifices, such a large number can obviously bring considerable profits.
It's a pity that the two parties involved in the war at this time are the rat priests and temple guards.
The rat people are truly worthy of their status as the followers of the evil god, and they continue to destroy and kill other races, those heretics, and themselves.
The pile of corpses was getting higher and higher.
But both sides continued to pile up the dead guys on the battlefield, until they collapsed after the piles got higher and higher.
The corpse of the rat man blocked the small river, built a dam, and accumulated a small lake.
Of course, this small lake is not beautiful. It is full of corpses and the water is dyed red. As the corpses gradually decay, they may also bring with them an unbearable stench and large yellowing floating areas. Cloudy grease on the surface of the lake.
All of this was created by the two warring parties in a very short period of time.
The stalemate fighting brought unimaginable consumption.
Not a small amount.
Every day, countless blood mushrooms are dumped into this battlefield.
Of course, these consumed blood mushrooms are not a big problem, either for the temple guards or the rat priests.
It’s just this stalemate and the passage of time that makes people unbearable. Both the temple guards and the rat priests are unbearable.
The turning point of this holy war has appeared, and a choice has to be made, whether it is the temple guards or the rat priests.
Either continue to invest in this increasingly stalemate war, end it personally, and start a melee that will get out of hand.
Or, sit down and talk.
It’s time to sit down and talk.
More rat corpses were pushed into the small lake in order to clear an open space for negotiations.
A large tent was quickly set up.
The armies from both sides, the most elite forces, arrived one by one.
The neat and solemn temple guards appeared on one side of this open space.
The other side.
Some rat priests arrived. They were wearing fur shawls taken from the wolf orcs, and their blue single eyes were inlaid on the gorgeous staffs in their hands.
There is no doubt that these guys are all senior priests.
Without the guards they secretly trained and the hired rat mercenaries, there were only these few elderly priests standing here.
These are not weak. Even if any temple guard is allowed to get close to these old guys, an efficient massacre can be carried out quickly.
It’s just that they are equally efficient at destroying everything in front of them.
This is a reciprocal deterrent.
Negotiators from both sides began to arrive.
Six temple guards, six rat priests.
The number of participants is a request made by the rat priests. From the composition of these rat priests participating in the negotiations, we can have a certain understanding of the current structure of the rat priests.
The two were dressed simply, but the staffs in their hands were also loyalists with blue eyes.
Three rat lords with complicated costumes and the most messy objects.
A radical who carries a small bell and wears a bloody robe.
It seems that the radicals have not been having a good time during this period. There are really only two or three big cats and kittens left.
The other side.
Compared to the negotiation team of the rat priests who decided with various meanings, the temple guards undoubtedly did not have that much thought.
The leader is an old guy with extremely bright eyes.
He is the captain of the temple guard stationed in the underground rat city in the barren mountains.
A guy who has been dealing with those messy people all year round.
At the same time, he is probably the one who is most familiar with the rat priest among all the temple guards.
The recruitment of war priests was initiated by him.
The leader of the temple guards made it easy for him to choose his allegiance. The rat priests stationed in the distant temples of the underground rat city undoubtedly have more status and independence than their colleagues stationed in the temples of other gods.
But his loyalty is also extremely decisive. As long as he can still be stationed in this original temple, then he is willing to devote his loyalty without reservation.
This condition was agreed to.
Ever since, this guy appeared in this negotiation.
Of course, he is not the core. The core is the guy among the remaining five temple guards, a guy who did not take off his helmet.
Negotiations began.
On the two most core things that this war is fighting for.
First, the dominance of the Rat Empire, the most important high priest position in the Rat Parliament.
Two, the right to explain the belief in great gods.
The quarrel lasted almost from the beginning to the end of this negotiation.
Slapping the table, waving arms, shouting loudly, saliva flying freely in the wide tent, all kinds of scattered things and small objects were thrown around as if they were objects.
When the quarrel reaches its most intense point, a faint armed fight is about to begin.
Simply, both parties have enough self-control.
If the fighting really starts, it won't take long before either the temple guards outside the camp rush over and sweep everything away, or the senior ratman priests send everyone to the sky with a round of spells.
The rat priests have a huge appetite, and they are unwilling to give up either of these two things to the temple guards.
Of course, this is not realistic.
The fact that the two sides are sitting together at this time shows that both sides are avoiding that unrestricted war and that both sides at least have a certain willingness to negotiate.
It’s just a habit of the lion opening its mouth.
Such an unreasonable tone was easily blocked by the old temple guard.
This negotiation has made little progress.
This situation may have been expected by both parties, but witnessing such a quarrel with one's own eyes still makes people angry.
Propose, discuss, quarrel, overthrow, propose, discuss, quarrel, rattle, calm down, overthrow again.
Things went on in an endless cycle.
The temple guards quarreled with the rat priests, the rat priests quarreled with the rat priests, the temple guards quarreled with the rat priests and the rat priests.
Negotiations have led to this result again and again.
The harsh sound kept lingering in my ears.
The leader of the temple guards, the mysterious leader, is sitting on this long table at this time, inconspicuously. This guy is too low-key.
He frowned slightly, witnessing this funny farce.
Listening and listening, I became distracted.
At the first moment when the quarrel occurred, he probably understood one thing. These messy things could not produce any real results by relying solely on negotiation.
Even though he had always wanted to avoid such a situation, now, it was inevitable.
In the end, only the winner is qualified to make a choice.
However, he understood clearly, but he did not interrupt this funny farce.
Because I thought of something.
Even if he won the war and inherited the title of high priest, would there be a lack of such situations in each meeting?
Probably not.
He couldn't suppress everything. He was not a white mouse. At that time, sitting on the long, narrow and wide table, such quarrels would still happen continuously.
Cannot be avoided.
He couldn't help but start thinking about something.
Is this picture what he really wants?
Amidst the noisy quarrels, this issue was seriously considered.
The final result of this negotiation was an unhappy one. No party got the result they wanted, and there was no consensus in this negotiation.
When both parties left dissatisfied, the situation became tense. This time was a good opportunity, like a good opportunity to launch an attack.
The temple guards stationed outside the camp tightened their weapons, bright silver spears, while on the other side, the old rat priests narrowed their eyes slightly.
Only in the end, neither side launched an attack on the other.
The war will continue.
It will become more tragic. In a negotiation, whether it is the temple guard or the rat priest, it is probably necessary to understand that unless the other party is suppressed in the war, otherwise this will This matter is destined to be difficult to achieve results.
It was at this time that the existence of a guy became conspicuous again.
There are many ways to completely overwhelm the opponent. In addition to improving yourself, you can also seek help.
At this time, Na has just returned to the barren mountains to watch the ceremony, and has not left yet. The only surviving fruit in the military system, the commander-in-chief of the Western Expeditionary Force, Sheng Qi! It naturally came into view.
Sheng Qi suddenly became eye-catching.
Both parties are contacting him and offering him bids, but Sheng Qi has no desire or impulse to devote himself.
One of the biggest reasons why he hasn’t left yet and returned to the sea with his fleet is because this war has not yet decided the winner, but if you want him to personally participate in this war, then It’s better not to discuss it.
It’s not like he didn’t witness this war.
No matter which side you fall to, aren't you being used as cannon fodder?
Even the price offered and the things promised are very tempting.
But after suffering a loss once, how could he suffer a second time? The army in his hand is his most important bargaining chip.
Sheng Qi is very indifferent to the ongoing war and the efforts of both parties.
Of course, there are always exceptions.
One day, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Sheng Qi.
A short and concise conversation began.
It didn’t take long, but at the end of the conversation, Sheng Qi was in a daze.
It was as if he heard something that made it difficult for him to stay calm.
For a long time, I took a deep breath.
Sheng Qi changed his mind.
The Western Fleet abandoned its warships and once again transformed into the running Western Expeditionary Force.
A march began with Sheng Qi’s shout.
I don’t know what Sheng Qi heard, and I don’t know what kind of promise Sheng Qi got.
In short, after a vigorous march day and night with almost no rest, the Western Expeditionary Force finally successfully arrived at this battlefield.
Then, in the war between the temple guards and the senior rat priests, they chose to beat up the rat priests without hesitation.
This is a very unexpected thing.
Decided the outcome of this war.
Of course, the temple guards did not do things too absolutely. After all, it is an indisputable fact that this twisted empire cannot do without these very restless guys.
It’s just obvious that the side that lost the war has no capital to resist.
(End of this chapter)