Chapter 392: The rat strides towards the street lamp
After wandering for a long time, the uninvited guest finally arrived in this barren galaxy.
The proportion of galaxies derived from the remains of a small world in this starry sky is really pitiful.
A galaxy that is not big enough, a sun that is not big enough, a planet that is lonely and not malicious enough.
The rat people did not really name their home planet.
This group of noisy guys did not really realize the vastness of the starry sky and the role of the earth they stepped on in this world.
So naturally, this naming right is going to be claimed first.
The edge of the universe is barren and unattractive.
According to the naming strategy of the Eldar, it is very natural that this galaxy and this planet may be given an inconspicuous name.
Wasteland One galaxy, Wasteland One planet.
Dust 30045 Galaxy, Dust 30045 Galaxy Planet No. 1.
Such an insignificant name, or even such an insignificant name does not exist.
I just have to admit that sometimes appearances can be very deceiving.
The moment he broke into this small galaxy, the tall Eldar scout ship captain was deeply shocked by the scene in front of him.
A faint blue comet passed in front of her.
I can't imagine it, it's hard to describe, my mouth is wide open, I don't know how to describe it.
You know, the Eldar Federation and that group of rude cosmic pests once threw six Ark fleets at each other with an ether crystal the size of a scout ship, tearing apart all the stars in less than half of the cantilever. In that battle , that young Valkyrie was awarded the most noble Cosmic Voice Medal simply because she snatched an ether crystal that was slightly larger than those cosmic pests.
And my God, this ether crystal passing in front of her at this moment, how many Cosmic Sounds is it worth!
She was silent for a long time in such disbelief, until another, more exaggerated thing appeared in front of her. Amidst the harsh alarm sound of the star detection radar, a blue satellite appeared in front of her. ………….
“What an exaggeration!”
The young captain murmured quietly.
Naturally, the name of this galaxy was determined.
Ether.
This galaxy with only one star and one planet was named by the Eldar, Ether, Ether Galaxy.
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Wasteland City, in an extremely unfair competition, acquired a group of rats who were experienced in exploring the stars.
There were many twists and turns.
These rat priests paid a lot of blood mushrooms for this, in exchange for the relief of their colleagues in the underground rat city.
The amount of blood mushrooms was so high that it was difficult for all the ratmen to breathe.
But it's all worth it.
After all, apart from the divine revelation contained in being the first to ascend to the sky, the mining of soul gems alone can bring about a large amount of immediate rewards.
That’s a big reward.
After all, in addition to being inseparable from blood mushrooms, the rat people are also gradually inseparable from these faint blue stones.
Everything requires these faint blue stones, and everything can become more outstanding and powerful with the addition of some of these faint blue stones.
Let the rat people love it.
Of course, even this is not enough for these guys who value blood mushrooms more than their lives to make such a decision.
Some deeper reasons may also come from the ocean scam that is becoming increasingly difficult to sustain.
No matter how tenacious the sea people are, the number of rat people pouring into the sea is still a bit too much.
In the year after year of plunder, the Sea Tribe is literally on the verge of extinction.
But this bubble built on the heretical war and the sea of wealth has not stopped expanding.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that a huge shock is about to come. The crisis and shock caused by this ocean scam may not be lighter than the last time.
It’s just the big shots and smart people in the Rat Man Empire who have no idea of solving this problem.
On the other hand, the rat priests of Wasteland City seemed to have used their brains, and began to increase the purchase prices for those Nagas, ocean murlocs, and the few remaining sea tribes again and again.
They blew the bubble even bigger.
Can you imagine that in the first year of the Sea Tribe’s invasion, the price of those ugly sea murlocs covered with fishy mucus was only slightly higher than that of Goblins? At that time, because of that The aftermath of the turmoil has not yet completely subsided.
The price of goblins has reached an unprecedented high.
Two goblins and three inferior blood mushrooms.
Up to now, with the expansion and utilization of land, the price of goblins has dropped to six goblins and one inferior blood mushroom.
But the prices of these ocean murlocs, which are not much better than goblins, have begun to rise sharply.
From the beginning, one ocean murloc had two inferior blood mushrooms, to now one ocean murloc has ten inferior blood mushrooms.
This is already an extremely high and inappropriate price. After all, no matter how expensive the thing is, inferior sacrifices like the Ocean Murloc must be measured based on the proceeds from the sacrifice.
Six goblins are sacrificed, and two to three inferior blood mushrooms can be born in the blood pool, which are similar to ocean murlocs and goblins.
But in fact, a large part of this output will be lost. One-third of the blood mushrooms produced by the six goblins will be intercepted by the original temple in the barren mountains.
So the number of inferior blood mushrooms produced by six goblins can only be maintained at two.
Because of this output restriction, the prices given by the temple guards and the rat priests must be consistent.
Six goblins and one blood mushroom. This price has been maintained for many years since it was determined.
To a certain extent, Goblins can be equated with blood mushrooms.
Three goblins equal one inferior blood mushroom.
But why do the rat farmers who have the most goblins give away the blood mushrooms in their hands at a given price?
It can only be said that this is the source of the wealth of the rat priests and temple guards.
Faith tax.
Only these two groups of guys have the right to explain the belief in the great gods, so naturally, only they can interfere with the palaces of the great gods, and only in the palaces of the great gods can blood ponds be built to grow blood mushrooms.
Then, even if I don’t do anything, I will still take half of your harvest. This is reasonable, right? This is reasonable!
To put it bluntly, these guys have been relying on their right to explain their beliefs to collect taxes crazily. After understanding this, you can understand why the group of rat priests suddenly suddenly During this time, they also followed the example of the temple guards and began to promote the rat farm together.
Why does Sheng Qi obviously hold the absolute right in the Rat Man Empire, but has little say in it? He has always looked miserable these years. After all, one of the most important rights of the Rat Empire as a country, tax collection, has never fallen to the Rat Council and Shengqi, but has been divided up by the temple guards and Rat priests.
If Du Yuan hadn't asked Xiaochun to intercept part of all the sacrifice rituals and send them to the underground rat city.
Then the Underground Rat City was going to be destroyed a few years ago, leaving only one position of faith leader.
At this time, a problem arises.
The price of goblins is stuck like this, but why is the price of the ocean murloc, which is the same as the goblin, able to rise to such an exaggerated level?
Essentially, Ocean Murlocs and Goblins are the same in value.
It is the kind of thing that no matter how rare it is, it is impossible to cherish it too much.
After all, speaking of Potian, three ocean murlocs are nothing more than one inferior blood mushroom.
But such an uncharacteristic situation happened.
Now, an ordinary ocean murloc can be offered ten inferior blood mushrooms for a terrifying price.
There is no doubt that these rat priests are preparing something.
Maybe they have no idea of controlling the ocean bubble that is about to explode, but they do have the idea of making a fortune by taking advantage of the crisis that is about to explode.
The price of ocean murlocs has not risen at a steady rate to such an outrageous level, but has suddenly skyrocketed in a strange curve recently.
Of course these rat priests in Waste City are not doing charity, but they want to make another fortune after the bubble explodes.
To put it bluntly, this was inspired by the operations of the temple guards.
The temple guards auctioned the land, supported the rat farmers, and finally harvested the goblins raised by these rat farmers.
Among them, we cannot say that we are guaranteed to make money, but we have made money several times.
Naturally, the rat priests would be jealous, but they were just jealous. When they wanted to imitate, they suddenly discovered that they did not hesitate to maintain the army with blood mushrooms and succeeded in several wars and that peaceful turmoil. The temple guards who have won over the rat lords have undoubtedly become the largest landowners in the rat empire.
Whether it is the main continent or the sub-continent, there are no free positions.
The Ratman Priest in the Waste City cast his sights on the boundless sea, and saw a suitable example of the Ocean Murloc in it.
Of course, many problems remain unresolved if these slimy, disgusting creatures are to be fed.
After all, the sea is too empty and is not the home of the rat men. If you don't stare at it for a long time, even if the ocean murlocs are really released, they will probably disappear in an instant and run away.
But the problem is not big, these guys are not here to earn money for a long time.
Although this march towards the sea is just a bubble that is constantly being blown up, it has actually created a group of relatively wealthy guys.
The rat priests in Waste City are targeting these guys.
Before the bubble was about to explode, the price of the Ocean Fish Man was raised. Until the bubble exploded, when chaos and panic began to spread, when these guys panicked and didn't know what to do.
The bait they throw becomes extremely conspicuous.
In that high purchase price for ocean murlocs.
They will divide the sea areas into pieces, and like the temple guards, they will auction these sea areas under the name of a marine farm.
Of course, they are not sure whether they can make money in this way.
Although each of these guys has already had the potential to hang street lights, the history of the Skaven Empire is still too short.
This group of guys can only try it in mosou.
This was an impromptu gamble. Several rat priests who thought they could make a fortune joined forces to weave a not-so-detailed web.
Whether we can catch fish or not depends on the direction after the bubble bursts.
This is a small attempt by a few rat priests in their spare time.
And now the real blockbuster attempts are still underway.
These guys want to monopolize the soul gems that fell from the sky, or more directly, they want to control and mine the death comet and the soul moon.
In a very short period of time, the greed that was released from the prison expanded to an uncontrollable level.
To do this, you need to be one step ahead of all the rat people in the exploration of the starry sky.
Since the idea came up, these guys have reached a consensus while pulling each other.
You can see the process from the beginning of Waste City's lack of interest in investing in blood mushrooms in starry sky exploration to becoming excited, sparing no effort to invest, and using various means to accelerate the process.
And they did.
After using a batch of extremely large blood mushrooms, two methods were adopted: deception and simple and crude smashing with blood mushrooms.
A large number of Big Claw priests who have research on rockets either voluntarily or were forced to come to Waste City.
Between the two paths of magic energy engine and fossil energy, the rat priests of Waste City did not hesitate to choose the path that is currently progressing the fastest.
After all, efficiency is everything.
After the Dabi Blood Mushroom was smashed, the progress made rapid progress. With the help of this group of rat priests, the first step worth remembering was to be taken out.
The test was widely publicized.
Proceed in the center of Waste City.
Those Big Claw priests were somewhat dissatisfied with this. After all, in their calculations, the best test shot had been placed on the dead oak trees in the rolling hills.
The rat-man priests did not take the dissatisfaction of the Big Claw Priests seriously. After all, no matter how dissatisfied they were, it could not be compared to the first time the rat-men explored the starry sky and embraced the divine revelation of the great god, or what happened in the Wasteland City. Come with the prestige and benefits?
After throwing out a large number of blood mushrooms, any dissatisfaction was quickly resolved.
Of course, in order to ensure that this attempt can go smoothly.
Some necessary modifications were also carried out on that experimental rocket.
After all, the venue has become different.
Thicker, bigger, loaded with more fuel, and with some secret ingredients thrown in.
The ground Soul Stone powder will be mixed into the fuel of the rocket, bringing more violent thrust.
Although this will greatly increase the instability of the experimental rocket, it doesn't matter. For these blood mushrooms, an explosion is an explosion.
The worst thing is to add a little more charge. As long as it can fly up, the explosion will be an explosion.
With this mentality, the Ratman Priest and the Big Claw Priest started a big gamble together.
(End of this chapter)