Chapter 358, The Vibrant Shit Pits
Perhaps Sheng Qi was the first rat man to create the mode of political showmanship.
But I have to admit that such a move is not useless at all. At least at this time, when Sheng Qi urgently needs to gather some of his own strength, such a show can indeed bring some surprise.
Maybe it can’t be called a surprise, but there is no doubt that Sheng Qi is really hungry now.
When that extremely despicable guy, who was filled with a foul smell and whose hair was tangled and stuck together, desperately pushed away the rat man blocking him, knelt down in front of Sheng Qi, and shouted loudly His great moments.
Sheng Qi was very happy.
How should I put it? When I looked down at the guy who was prostrating himself in front of me, he didn’t even dare to lift his head.
Such a scene is very familiar, but how should I put it? In the past, for a long time, he was also the despicable guy who lowered his head.
Sheng Qi gave this despicable guy a chance.
I also heard him tell me his name.
"Black Water!"
The big-clawed priest said to Sheng Qi with great excitement.
At this moment, he was even shaking with excitement, but what he didn't notice was that at this moment, Sheng Qi, the one standing in front of him, his eyes were not on him, but on him. Look around.
Falling on those big-clawed priests and rat-man mercenaries.
This smelly, somewhat sensible guy is undoubtedly a perfect target.
No group can be monolithic. Sheng Qi is now in great need of helpers and some guys who are willing to kneel down to him.
And now, in this dark and deep underground, at the bottom of this eternally dim underground rat city.
Sheng Qi raised his head high.
Countless rat men set their sights on him.
As if looking up to the great, in fact Sheng Qi is indeed a great to them.
Black Water got a transparent glass bottle. In the bottle, some worms were twisting unconsciously.
Along with this glass bottle is a message of encouragement.
"I look forward to you bringing me more surprises."
At that moment, Heishui was particularly excited and excited.
Indeed, not long ago, he was an unlucky guy waiting to rot in the dirty pipes, and the next moment he became an unusual guy who was definitely encouraged by the high priest.
This guy is not a normal guy.
It can be seen from his subsequent actions.
Instead of paying more attention to those worms, on that day, he used the name Sheng Qi.
In the bottom city, a weapons workshop run by rat free folk was threatened by Blackwater.
He placed an extremely generous order, waving his arms, and the shiny glass bottle reflected light in his hands.
"You must give me the weapons and don't delay the high priest, otherwise you will be hanged in your simple and shabby workshop tomorrow!"
If this is a normal transaction, Then there is no doubt that everything will go smoothly, but it is a pity that Heishui cannot give any blood mushrooms now, and has no plans to pay for the blood mushrooms. He plans to pay for them on credit. This is against the rules. No normal ratman would agree to it. Such a request.
It's a pity that these free rat people are not so confident in the face of the name that was brought out by Blackwater.
Finally, Blackwater obtained a batch of inferior weapons, a batch of spears, and an attack occurred shortly after he obtained these spears.
An old big-clawed priest who managed an upper-class neighborhood was broken into by a group of thugs and executed on the spot. He was hung high and the inferior iron spear inserted into his chest became the only clue.
How to put it, this is certainly not a big deal, after all, it was only a Big Claw Priest who died, even if this Big Claw Priest was a Big Claw Priest who managed the upper blocks of the Underground Rat City.
But this made the temple guards who handled the matter extremely angry.
After the change of power, Underground Rat City, this sacred city, came under the jurisdiction of the temple guards. During this time, they worked hard to maintain order.
In other words, they have been working hard to maintain order during this period. That kind of order is a rule that is extremely unfamiliar to the rat people.
For a long time, even in the Underground Rat City, even in this extremely sacred city, murder has been a common thing, even if such murder occurs in public.
As long as all this does not come close to that great palace, none of it will be governed.
As for your own safety, this is all provided by your own strength and the guards around you.
It wasn’t until the change of power that the temple guards began to take the initiative to suppress the common murders, robberies, and thefts in this chaotic city, and everything changed.
Many rat people are not adaptable to such changes.
But it is the temple guards who push this point. Even if they don’t adapt, they can only learn to adapt.
Until this incident occurred.
Sheng Qi had no idea that the guy he randomly pulled up would be so capable of causing trouble. How long had it passed?
The accountability of the temple guards has already appeared in front of him.
These guys were very respectful to Sheng Qi. They couldn't fault him in terms of etiquette, and they didn't question him rudely.
It’s just about Blackwater, and about the big-clawed priest who died tragically in his residence.
This matter was put in front of Sheng Qi.
Obviously, now is the time to make a choice. During this period, under the joint pressure of Sheng Qi and the rat priests, the temple guards were finally willing to agree and agreed to transfer the food produced in the original temple to The blood mushroom releases part of it and gives up part of its share.
Now that something like this has occurred, it is foreseeable that once the two sides stalemate, all previous negotiations will undoubtedly be cancelled.
Sheng Qi had to make a choice.
Unexpectedly but not unexpectedly, Sheng Qi chose to protect Black Water. This choice was not because he valued Black Water so much, but more to protect what he was. There is little authority left.
If the high priest who is not looked down upon by others, the promises he made, and the targets he pulled up fall down so easily, then there really will be nothing left for Sheng Qi.
Just thinking about the endless blood mushrooms that are about to enter his hands.
I almost made the decision gritting my teeth.
"He will not be sent to the altar, nor will he be hung high!"
I spat out these words with difficulty.
The captain of the temple guard who was stationed in the glorious palace, the strict temple guard, glanced at Sheng Qi and stood up.
"Okay, I will follow your wishes, great high priest!"
There was nothing wrong with the words, but there was no respect at all. The temple guard captain strode away.
Sheng Qi in the room suddenly had a bit more teeth.
"Black Water!"
Soon after, all the guys who had a grudge against the tragic death of the Great Claw Priest were hunted down one by one, and were eventually hung high, except for the one who was hiding in the filthy pipe. of black water.
The temple guards are indeed promoting the fall of the new order, but they promote and maintain the order not by anything else, but by their own authority.
This order is not fair, it is just warning you not to do such things under the watchful eyes of these temple guards.
To a certain extent, the pieces of corpses hung high can remind the rat people of this far more than anything else.
The authority of the temple guards was asserted.
Heishui once again got the message conveyed by Sheng Qi. Obviously, after paying a huge price, Sheng Qi was a little angry. He was ready to let this damn guy stay in the turbid sewage forever. place to be a damn bug.
It’s just that Blackwater does not reject this now.
He raised his newly made flag high, a flag with the shape of Rope Seven printed on it. He raised it high in this filthy pipe, and a large number of defective ratmen holding inferior spears gathered behind him. .
In this way, Sheng Qi had a force loyal to him in the dirty pipelines of the underground rat city.
This stinky place also ushered in the intervention of another force.
A vibrant cesspool?
Strange state.
………….
In that plain province, a heavy rain had just fallen, and everything looked a little muddy.
After a period of repairs, another unlucky guy took that position, and this rat army also made up for its original size.
Everything is ready, the war is about to be pushed forward.
Just when he was about to cross that boundary and move deeper into the human empire, he encountered an obstacle.
And it is not an ordinary obstacle, but a serious obstacle.
The heavy rain continued intermittently during this period without stopping. Even the sun was blocked and everything was gray.
In the piercing cry.
Waves of rat warriors holding spears in their hands poured out of the underground tunnels, running forward on the muddy ground.
This is not a smooth run. The elemental chaos cannons are constantly falling, and the shocks caused are constantly burying those ratmen who have not been able to get out of the underground tunnels.
The lightning cannon was renovated during this period and could be used again. It was delivered to the army as soon as possible by the rat lords through the mature transportation network.
The effect is not good.
It's hard to say who is a copycat. In short, blue towers appeared in the positions of these ghost-eyed humans. These towers have the same effect as the messy stone pillars tinkered by the rat people.
Resist lightning cannon attacks.
The two sides are back on the same starting line again.
The rat people should have the advantage. After all, the various war instruments are something that the rat army will never lack, and it is something that this army supported by the rat lords will never lack. .
But the result was not as expected.
Stepping on the muddy ground and running forward, these rat warriors had a look of fear that barely needed to be concealed on their faces. Round after round of gray beams of light appeared from the front. The things that were handed down, those chainmails, mushroom leather armors, and even those pitch-black full-body armors, were not that reliable in front of the gray beam of light.
Be penetrated easily.
One by one, the rat men fell down on the muddy ground, leaving no blood at all. The wounds caused by these gray beams of light would not ooze blood, and some would just A big black hole with a burnt smell.
Of course, sometimes, such wounds are not fatal. Many rat men fell to the ground after being pierced through their hands and feet, but they did not die and kept wailing on the muddy land.
You can't see your opponent clearly and can't even get close.
Walk onto the battlefield and start charging. From a distance, those deadly beams of light will splash down like raindrops. Then you can see the rat men around you falling down one by one, and the painful wails begin to echo in your ears.
“Damn it, what on earth is this, what on earth is this!”
A rat warrior who had his thigh pierced and was rolling on the ground in a panic said this in fear shouts.
He was not the one who took the lead in this charge.
Actually, he was at the very end, and there were quite a few ratmen who were pushed onto the battlefield and ran wildly. They were all just falling down in the charge.
How long did it take?
It’s hard to calculate. I only know that shortly after the sharp roar, shortly after they started charging, in the rounds of light beams, the rat men around them kept falling, and kept falling, It doesn't take long. It doesn't take long before it's my turn.
When I raised my head in the mud, my whole body was covered with wet mud.
This poor guy is not a naive guy who has just stepped onto the battlefield, otherwise he would not be at the end of this charging team.
It’s just that the experience accumulated in wars made him finally no longer so afraid of the capital of war, but he was so powerless in the face of these scorching beams of light.
He didn't know how he was going to respond, he didn't know what it was, and he didn't know what the enemy had done.
Just like that, he fell down in the charge, covering his legs in embarrassment and wailing.
Wailing at the top of one’s voice on this battlefield.
It's just a pity that his fate was already doomed from the moment he rolled to the ground in embarrassment.
Even if he doesn't want to face death like this.
Another round of charge started, but this time it was also in vain. More surviving ratmen appeared on the battlefield, and their desperate wailing never stopped.
The private army leader who commanded the rat army did not find a way to deal with those strange troops of the Dark Eyes.
The war reached a stalemate.
Not ready to sit back and wait for death.
Looking up at the still hazy sky, he did not believe that such attacks could continue endlessly. When the heavy rain stopped and the earth became suitable for running again, he I will put all my strength into it.
As for those poor people who are still wailing on the battlefield.
Obviously, no one intends to save them.
They will die of despair in the heavy rain.
(End of this chapter)