Chapter 355, words and new weapons
Through the swamp that is always accompanied by a faint smell of putrid smell.
Prairie City appeared in front of us.
The current Prairie City has undergone tremendous changes compared to before. Most of the towering mountains have been hollowed out by the rat people, and the city is no longer so simple, complex and huge.
The Big Claw Priest in Prairie City was the first to discover the subtle cracks that kept appearing in the city, which came from the differences in the world rules.
As for why the Big Claw Priests of Prairie City were the first to discover this, perhaps it has something to do with the fact that Prairie City is basically carved out of the hard rock of the mountain without much additional support structure.
In just a few days, several sections of urban tunnels have collapsed. The collapse of one of the main roads has caused a lot of trouble for people traveling far from Prairie City.
Maintaining the normal operation of a city is an extremely complex matter.
Especially when this city is still extremely three-dimensional and complex.
As a last resort, the Big Claw priests started working overtime for maintenance.
Travel through this bustling city and record the problem areas on each piece of leather.
The restart of the war also brought them many benefits. The biggest one was the abundance of leather. Well, even if the skin peeled from the rat warriors was recognized as inferior goods, The price is simply low, so there is no problem in making do with it.
The increasing expansion of underground cities has caused more and more headaches for the designers and maintainers of these cities, and these big claw priests.
The increasingly complex organization, an underground city, is far more complex than those exaggerated war machines, challenging the boundaries of the rat people's wisdom.
It also forced them to start making continuous progress.
Just like now, some simple, pattern-like things were continuously recorded on the parchment in his hand by the big-clawed priest who stood on tiptoes to observe the gaps in the walls of the underground tunnel.
The writings of the rat people have really taken shape. What is surprising is that it does not come from the interest of those big people, nor from imitating the writings of the Youyan people, but just so silently. 's appearance.
It has a relationship with the great gods, which can be seen just from the form that looks like a special pattern.
Maybe it was created by an extremely devout ratman in distress, imitating the patterns of gods engraved everywhere, or it might be created by groups of ratmen in distress.
Everything is so natural. In the rotation of the gears of civilization, everything that should be there will be there.
It's just a pity that no one can accept the reward contained in this feat. Let these big claw priests who started to use this patterned writing tell you who is the creator of these patterns. , then it is estimated that none of them can tell.
Creating words is certainly worthy of praise. Even Du Yuan would personally look at him and give him a gift.
It is just estimated that the origin of these lines is probably not the effort of one rat man, but the joint creation of countless rat men.
The big-clawed priest who stood on tiptoes, observing the cracks on the tunnel, and leaving various patterns on the parchment in his hand, suddenly encountered difficulties when he was finishing.
What appeared in this underground tunnel was not just cracks. Some water vapor seeped out of the cracks and condensed into some water droplets.
Prairie City, Lower Lower District, third cave entrance, middle, problematic passage, cracks, and some...?
It was a bit difficult to record the problems that occurred in this area, but at the last minute something got stuck.
How should he record these dewdrops?
While thinking hard, I scratched my head with my sharp claws. Obviously, this was a rather troublesome problem.
Wandering in this underground tunnel.
After thinking for a long time, he finally thought of what to do.
Open the small bag at the waist, dip some black powder into it with a sharp claw, and then use a few lines to depict the image of a water droplet at the end of the leather in his hand, and you're done.
The big-clawed priest nodded with satisfaction, put away the leather, and hurried to the next area.
He did something extraordinary.
These simple strokes may be the origin of the word water in the rat people's civilization. No matter how far the rat people went in the end, whether they were destroyed or prosperous, from now on, only the word water will appear. The source is him.
It's just that he didn't know how extraordinary his simple strokes were, and he would probably forget about it tonight.
The Rat Man's writing was perfected bit by bit in this process.
It is now difficult to trace which rat-man was the first to create writing.
It can only be said that that guy missed a big gift.
Although he also gave a big gift to all the rat people.
But the two are not inherently conflicting.
Perhaps he will feel extremely regretful and beat his chest after knowing this incident, and he will never forget it until he dies.
But he will probably never know what he did.
Okay, that’s a bit convoluted.
In short, the abnormal civilization of the rat people has taken another big step forward, and the gears of civilization are slowly turning.
Perhaps one day, they will be able to step out of barbarism, embrace civilization, embrace reason, and embrace themselves.
For this, the god they worship will not stop them.
It’s just that this is probably an expectation.
But in the end Du Yuan still gave his reward.
“Do you finally have your own words?”
In the dead sun, on the throne made of bones, the god who seemed a little lonely gave his gift with some relief.
It's just a pity that no rat man realizes what is contained in this matter. Even though these crooked words, which are more like pictures, are spreading more and more widely in the rat man empire, no one will read them. Take it seriously.
This gift belongs to all Skaven.
Without any warning, this gift came.
Same as last time, Du Yuan once again gave all the rat people a chance.
It must be admitted that the destiny of most rat people may have been determined since the beginning of their birth.
Especially after Du Yuan gave the corpses of human gods and turned them into two long ladders in the origin of the rat people, this was aggravated.
But Du Yuan is fair and generous.
Du Yuan left a possibility for the most ordinary and humble guys.
If the woolly rat were still alive today, her dream might come true.
Although this is only a possibility, it requires more efforts, and it may still not be as long as those guys who are born to stand on the long ladder.
Well, the word generosity may not be so true again.
After all, with Du Yuan's current ability, he can pull all the rat people up and shape these noisy guys at will with his own strength.
Immortality, innate wisdom, proficiency in many martial arts, and a terrifying power that can be mastered by oneself from adulthood.
Be able to forcibly transform this group of noisy guys into a legendary race similar to dragons and phoenixes.
Maybe it can't be done now, but it will be soon. It's just a pity that Du Yuan doesn't seem to have such thoughts.
As for why not to do this, I don’t know, and I don’t know what Du Yuan thinks.
After all, that mysterious and incomprehensible appearance is itself one of the unique privileges of the gods.
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In Lianyan Province, the advancing rat people encountered some troubles.
A group of strange human troops caught the war priests off guard.
Before encountering these guys, their march had always seemed extremely smooth.
These continuous mountains have not caused much trouble to the rat people. Whether it is the rat people themselves, or those deformed giant rats, rat trolls, etc., they can all survive in this dangerous mountain environment. Come and go freely.
Although a large number of war equipment was abandoned for the sake of mobility.
The capture of this area did not encounter many obstacles. During the invasion of the Eastern Expeditionary Force, this area was almost completely wiped out by various rat warlords sealed by the Rat War.
There was no effective resistance in the first half of the journey.
A tribe of two or three small mountain people saw the demonized beasts that the rat people were running away with their tails between their legs.
A large number of settlements destroyed in the last invasion.
Even in order to obtain more sacrifices, the leading war priest took the initiative to disperse the army to look for traces of the mountain people's settlements.
Things began to change as the rat people approached the big river.
The patrol ship of the Ghost Eyes discovered their traces.
The large-scale river crossing was in full swing. At this time, a strange human army appeared in the sight of the war priests.
It was in the dark night.
The war priest set the time for crossing the river at night.
Countless ratmen were wandering on one side of the river. Facing this wide and fast river, these cruel and cowardly noisy guys showed a rather hesitant attitude.
In order to save time and better express themselves, the war priests did not spend a lot of time looking for the most suitable location.
Just waiting and watching.
A slightly gentle river bend was selected.
The big river that becomes flat at the corner is an inducement and not a good choice.
The leading rat warrior had just plucked up the courage, but disappeared in an instant after plunging into the river bend in front of him.
All of a sudden, the other rat warriors who followed stopped in their tracks.
The war priest at the head looked at the river bend in front of him that looked particularly deep in the darkness, his expression was not that good-looking.
The war priests are no strangers to these situations on land, under land, or siege warfare, but they still seem a little at a loss when facing such a big river.
But this large-scale river crossing operation still started on time, almost as soon as night fell.
Compared to just now, the rat warriors now have more ropes around their waists.
Amidst the waving flags, the rat warriors jumped down towards the river in front of them, and soon there were unlucky guys struggling violently in the water.
The ropes around their waists prevented them from being instantly carried away by the underwater rapids and dark vortices in the first place, but the situation was not much better.
Such a desperate struggle did not give the leading war priest any hesitation, and more rat warriors began to jump into the river.
Not far away, some flames appeared. They were the warships of the Nether Eyes. However, for some reason, they did not pounce on the rat men struggling in the river this time.
Just hanging from a distance.
The leading war priest frowned. This was an abnormal situation. He did not understand it and felt a little uneasy.
But they did not retreat, and drove the troops in their hands even more violently to speed up the pace. The undercurrents and whirlpools in the river bends were rapidly devouring the lives of the rat warriors.
One by one, the rat-men disappeared into the river, and soon they surfaced together with more rat-men.
Every rat man who jumped into the river had a rope tied around his waist, but this rope was really of little use.
Companions who are afraid of being dragged into the water by you will not hesitate to cut the safety rope connected to themselves, and then bypass the area that swallowed your life.
It can’t be faster.
Suddenly, a bright and dazzling light appeared on the opposite side of the river bend.
One after another, human soldiers holding strange long tubes lined up neatly on the opposite side of the river bend.
Frowning, he didn’t understand what these guys were doing.
The first group of rat warriors to jump into the water were already approaching the opposite river bank.
The leading war priest was certain that no matter what these guys were holding, the rat people who washed up on the shore would tear them into pieces.
Having such confidence.
Until the human army at the forefront knelt on one knee and lowered their bodies, the strange long tube was raised high.
The next moment, bright streams of light appeared in the eyes of the war priest.
The bursting magic beams continued to fall on the rat warriors in the river bend.
There was almost no struggle. Each rat warrior sank silently into the water after being hit.
What is this?
Why are those strange-looking troops able to continuously fire..., fire magic?
Are they all priests?
Is this an army composed entirely of priests?
At this moment, many questions appeared in the mind of the leading war priest.
But unfortunately no one can answer this.
What gave him a greater blow than the strange-looking priest army was the appearance of the trawl warships hanging at the tail.
After abandoning their war equipment, they were unable to effectively attack the warships on the river.
This time there was no chance of success in crossing the river.
In the river, countless rat warriors died of suffocation from the blows from the human warships and the continuous bursts of magic beams on the opposite river bank.
It was miserable.
Only their commander, the leading war priest, was indifferent to them floating in the river, but looked thoughtfully at the strange army on the opposite side.
Some new things appeared in the Ratman's field of vision, on this battlefield, and in the hands of the enemy.
(End of this chapter)