Chapter 394, Black Greedy Flame
The result of this attempt is unknown, but the crew of this reconnaissance ship kept it secret, and the maintenance boy became a little more crazy after that day. .
The rat people seem to have brought a lot of surprises to these guys.
They spied something strange from the unlucky man's skills.
Maybe not the Rat Man.
After all, the most taboo thing in this area has never been the rat people.
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The bubble burst, and suddenly, the previous depression and decadence seemed to be sweeping across the Skaven Empire again.
All the guys were wailing.
Except those greedy guys from Waste City.
This crisis couldn't have come at a better time.
After these guys in Waste City completed their first high-altitude exploration.
When the reputation of these guys was at its peak.
With the scythes that had been prepared and raised high, the effect was unexpectedly good. There were a large number of rat guys who were grabbing wealth on this ocean. They brought about the crisis. In the tsunami-like panic, the worthless ocean farms were called out for jaw-dropping prices.
The blood mushrooms also flowed towards the pockets of the group of rat priests like a tsunami.
This unexpectedly good effect surprised the rat priests.
The flame of greed burns vigorously.
The flame of desire was almost dyed into a turbid black color unique to greed, and even the chaotic space where Du Yuan fell was affected by these guys.
Such a surging fire of greed made Du Yuan even more troubled.
In my ears and in my thoughts, it was as if they had been cleared. All other sounds of desire, murmurs of resentment, pious chants, these messy things were almost all crowded out by the greedy desire.
"More blood mushrooms! More blood mushrooms! More blood mushrooms!"
"Blood mushrooms! Blood mushrooms! Blood mushrooms! Blood mushrooms!"
It's annoying, It was an excellent alarm clock, and even the irresistible sleepiness that lingered on Du Yuan's body temporarily subsided.
It’s unbearable.
In the dead and empty world, the lonely god sitting on the throne stretched out his hand.
There was action after a long absence, but it was not a miracle, a destruction of the world, a conspiracy, or anything else.
Just resting on the armrest of the Skeleton Throne, the index finger kept raising and lowering.
I don’t know why, but I can see a bit of impatient irritation on the face of this terrifying and great god.
Scrap City has become qualified to lead the advancement of the Skaven Empire, in such a dilapidated situation.
Business, blood mushrooms, and greedy desires have become the main body of the Ratman Empire in this reverse trend of doing nothing.
The exploration of the starry sky replaced the completed temples and became a new breakthrough to save the Rat Empire, led by the Seventh Rope and led by the Skaven Council.
Those great palaces that cost countless blood gold and resources to forge have finally fallen completely.
It’s just that the ceremony was not grand enough, nor was it fanatical enough.
In fact, this is not difficult to understand.
It can only be said that in difficult times, even these little lunatics can't hold their heads high.
Like a beast weighed down by a heavy object.
I always have to run around every day for a bite to eat, a piece of blood mushroom, or a glass of mushroom wine.
It is not as barbaric as it used to be, or maybe the population of ratmen is too large and has completely exceeded the carrying limit of the environment, and they cannot be as barbaric anymore.
Eat tree bark, eat bugs, eat grass, eat corpses, chew mud, everything is made out of it.
In fact, theoretically speaking, the current rat people are much more durable than the original rat people, but there is no way to do these things.
There are too many people and too little space.
A famine is really about to break out. The little bits of bark, grass and leaves are not enough for these rat men to eat one bite at a time.
And it hasn’t broken out anywhere yet. How should I put it? In the past, even if life was hard, I could fall out with the heretics around me. Now that the entire planet is owned by the rat people, who can I fight with?
With those rat priests or those temple guards.
Don't be kidding, suppressing the ratmen will always be more professional than killing the heretics. This is a kind of inheritance.
The bitter guys are fighting for every possible employment opportunity. The ratmen in every city are busy every day. In addition to the big figures in the ratman empire and the people stationed in the magnificent temple, For the temple guards, there weren't too many other ratmen visiting for a while.
On the ground of Furnace City, the dazzling golden stairs stretched upward, ending at a huge temple made entirely of blood gold and as tall as a hill.
Inscribed with complex patterns, it has extremely gorgeous divine pillars and blood pools carved with murals full of rat-man epics. Temple guards stand solemnly in this hall to protect it.
The only drawback is that there are not that many rat people worshiping in this blood gold palace.
Even a little sparse.
Except for the true fanatics and the rat lords who wear all kinds of luxurious things on their bodies, no one visits.
Inexplicably, it reminds me of the huge statue standing next to the industrial area in the barren mountains.
Recently, amid the endless black smoke in the industrial area, the once dazzling giant statue has completely lost its golden color and has become pitted.
The rat people seemed to be transformed by the puffing black smoke.
In that roaring machine, things became different.
Of course, this change may not be voluntary.
It is more of a passive change that has to be accepted.
Du Yuan also noticed this, but he did not interfere with it.
The source of all this is dominated by greed that is increasingly boiling and transforming.
The group of rat priests who dominate all this, or are led by all this, and the vain and noisy waste city seem to be taking the entire rat empire to another path.
Are the rat people also going to be washed away from their madness and hysteria in their extreme greed?
But it seems that it is not necessarily the case.
In an extremely marginal resource city.
As usual, the big-clawed priest who looked after the mine whipped the slave rats who failed to fulfill their demands.
A thin guy was hung high.
At this time, they were wailing and shouting in fear.
It’s just that the big-clawed priest who took action didn’t hold back at all. The whip fell one after another, beating the skin and flesh of the hung thin guy, and it wasn’t just that.
This whipping is aimed at all the slave rats in this mine. It is a threat, a threat and a declaration.
In order to maintain his own dignity.
This resource city can be operated and not abandoned, relying on the copper mine with relatively good reserves.
The construction of those super palaces and the rat people's pursuit of blood gold have kept this city alive to this day.
Just with the mining year after year, the blood gold mine that this border city relies on for survival is gradually drying up.
The mine winds its way into the dark underground.
The ropes and breathing holes are connected to each other in the complex tunnel, which also makes the mining of these last minerals extremely difficult to reach an unparalleled level.
In the past, this problem was easily solved.
It was nothing more than asking his employer, the lord of this rat-man city, to buy more slave rats.
Then this problem will be solved naturally.
But the new surveyor hired by the Rat Man Lord not long ago.
It can only be that the peers are really enemies. How could he not know that this mine is about to be exhausted? Of course he knows.
It's just that he deliberately didn't say it. After all, if he mines here for one more day, the reward will be one more day.
As expected, after that damn guy reported the situation of this mine, the rat lord expressed his intention to abandon this mine.
It looks like this job won't last long.
When he thought of this, the big-claw priest's mood became even worse.
However, he was in a bad mood, but when it came to mining, he really didn't have much to do with it.
The Great Claw Priests always like to claim to be professional, although it is difficult to evaluate whether these guys are professional or not.
But even though it was obvious that the rat man lord was about to evacuate, some situations were still unavoidable.
For example, the slave rats and various mining machinery that cannot be replenished, and the indicators are only higher than before.
In order to achieve this target, the Big Claw Priests had to drive the group of slave rats in their hands into an overloaded state.
Usually, this would be a wasteful strategy, but now, these slave rats aren't worth the pain.
The strategy of using the rat free people in Wasteland City began to be gradually spread everywhere.
The price of slave rats is also getting lower day by day. Recently, many colleagues who have opened breeding houses have started to sell them at large sales, or to go to high-quality products.
He was a little gloating about this. After all, usually, those big-claw priests who opened breeding houses were usually the better ones among them.
Whether it was status or wealth, he could not compare with a mine leader. Seeing those guys unlucky made him feel happy.
Although when he was gloating about his misfortune, he could not help but feel a bit sad.
After all, those guys did not do well, but the mine leaders also did not do well, or in other words, most of the Big Claw priests did not do well.
The Big Claw Priests and the Rat Man Priests are both messengers of the great gods. At least the Big Claw Priests are sure of this, but it must be admitted that most of the Big Claw Priests are barely in the Rat Man Empire. At the middle level, their ability to withstand crises is only slightly better than that of slaves and free people.
Over the years, the blood mushrooms in his hands have become less and less, and the rewards he can get from organizing mining and driving those slave rats have become less and less. Those damn vampires, those rats The human priests, the rat priests in the Waste City, were even unwilling to give blood mushrooms as payment.
Instead, the cast blood gold began to be used as rewards.
Damn it, as a serious big-claw priest, how can he not know the true nature of blood gold? It is nothing more than smelting of several minerals. The blast furnaces in those industrial areas are filled with batch outflow.
This made him resentful.
It's just resentment, but after all, he can't twist his thigh with his arm.
Those greedy vampires deserve to die, but at least the blood gold can be exchanged for something tangible from them, so they can only accept it.
This is why he cherishes the job of mining under this rat lord so much.
At least these rat lords gave them real blood mushrooms instead of iron ore or copper ore.
So in order to survive for a few more days, the big-claw priest also worked hard for those indicators.
He increased the indicators of the slave rats several times. In just a few days, they almost reached the terrifying level of doubling in one day.
And began to randomly select a slave rat that did not complete the target every day to be whipped as a deterrent.
During the whipping, the wailing became weaker and weaker. The unlucky guy who was whipped today was beaten to death on the wooden stake.
This is the time.
This big-clawed priest Shi Shiran stepped onto the simple high platform, thinking about the roar of the slave rats in front of him, and announced the doubling of the target again.
Every slave rat, today, must carry more than twice their weight in ore from the almost exhausted copper mine, otherwise, the guy who will be killed will be them. fate.
Under such intimidation.
The slave rats lowered their heads one by one.
The Big Claw Priest was very satisfied with this, but what he didn't notice was that pairs of sneaky eyes appeared among the slave rats.
In the underground tunnel, a large number of slave rats were running wildly with ferocious faces. The inferior leather was cut into strips and held in their hands. As they waved, flying stones were thrown out one by one.
Some Skaven warriors are trying to suppress it.
It’s just that these slave rats who saw blood are far more crazy than imagined.
“Kill them!
Tear them apart!
They don't want us to live!
Damn guy! ”
Even the magic firearms could not scare them away.
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Soon after.
A news spread in the Rat Man Empire, about an inconspicuous border city, a resource city whose mineral resources were about to be exhausted.
The riot of slave rats destroyed this resource city, and even a rat lord who had hoarded a large amount of blood mushrooms and was preparing to move to Waste City was also killed.
This is a piece of insignificant news, and the biggest highlight may be the blood mushrooms hoarded by the Rat Man Lord.
It may be ten thousand, it may be one hundred thousand, or it may be more. Let every rat man who talks about this rumor lament the misfortune and stupidity of this rat lord, and then, it will be gone.
There wasn’t even a big splash.
After all, who cares if a city with nearly depleted resources is destroyed in a riot by slave rats.
Just a riot of no consequence.
(End of this chapter)