Chapter 398: Those who kneel, those who hibernate, and those who wait for tomorrow
There is almost no surprising twist in this massacre.
Through simple calculations, these rat warlords were gathered together and degenerated. The rat warlords who had become somewhat unclear about themselves were unable to make any waves.
In Prairie City not far away, the leader of the temple guards specially prepared a viewing platform for today.
A group of rat lords, the scarlet grassland, the guys on the main continent, all the guys who can be named or not, are almost all gathered here at this moment.
The armor-clad figure leaned on the guardrail with delicate patterns, looking down at the brutal massacre in front of him.
He didn't even look back, but the bodies of the rat lords behind him began to tremble unconsciously.
Is there anything more deterrent than such a direct scene?
These guys who have been aloof for too long have somewhat forgotten the original laws of the Skaven Empire. Peace has indeed poisoned the Skaven for too long.
This viewing platform is actually quite far away from the battlefield. The blood, screams, and the harsh friction of the gears cannot be conveyed here.
But unfortunately, fear began to rise in the hearts of these guys unconsciously.
Suddenly, a group of guys in the massacre attracted some attention from the leader of the temple guards.
Turn around.
At this time, he turned his head, and almost none of the guys in front of him dared to look at him.
They all lowered their heads in fear. Who would have thought that a few years ago, not so far away, these guys would still be able to get together and compete with him for the dominance of this land.
In the end, he grasped the most fundamental laws of the rat-man empire.
Violence and power.
That’s why he didn’t fall in the rotation of the Rat Man Empire.
So he is also willing to give a guy with the same vision a chance.
On that battlefield, blood smeared the ground and corpses piled up.
Qi's body was already covered in blood, and a large sword was firmly stuck in the gap in the armor on his back.
In contrast, there was the black man who was kneeling on the ground not far away, with a broken flag pierced through his ribs and nailed to the ground.
He did not defeat Heimao by relying on his own strength.
Besides, the bodies of the personal guards fell to the ground one by one.
If his personal guards hadn't kept rushing towards him without fear of death, Qi would have been cut in half by Heimao's sword.
However, he won the first half after all.
Heimao struggled to pull out the broken flag that anchored him to the ground. In the rough movement, the luxurious flag was torn into pieces, and blood continued to spill out, with a sharp roar. middle.
He really did it.
He stood up with red eyes, breathing heavily in black hair, staring at the flag not far away.
Actually speaking, he and Qi are quite similar. They are both subordinates of the former commander, and they are also unwilling to give up what they have in their hands, and they are unwilling to lose the name of rat warlord.
They are also struggling to support themselves, but the two of them have each chosen a different path.
Everyone in the Rat Man Empire is afraid of another great commander.
This is not good for anyone.
But everyone knows that as long as they reach that step, no matter who they are, no matter what kind of promises they make, and no matter how many benefits they share, there is no way to stop them from moving towards that goal. Position climbing.
Rat people are greedy.
No one wants to be limited to being a rat warlord for the rest of their lives. If there is a chance, if there is a possibility, they will definitely climb up.
He is unruly, unfaithful, ambitious, greedy and desperate.
These are statements to the rat warlords.
The flag looks like this, the black hair looks like this, and the scattered rat warlords also look like this.
So the suppression and defense against them has never stopped.
If the commander of the temple guard was not really ambitious, then according to what the group of rat lords had agreed upon, all the organized rat armies would be disbanded as soon as the war ended. The human warlords will also gather together.
The Skaven mercenaries will become the absolute mainstream. The military power of the Skaven Empire will give in for the rights of these guys and be dismantled into a leaderless bunch of sand.
At that time, the ambitious leader of the temple guards used the efforts of the rat lords to kill these greedy guys.
The temple guards easily gathered the sweetest fruit in this battle, almost the entire main continent, into their hands, and completely subdued the rat lords.
But in this way, the problem that the temple guards have to face is also the same.
How to deal with such a group of unruly, disloyal, ambitious, greedy and desperate guys who also control a large number of Skaven troops?
With no environment for advancement, it can be seen just from how quickly these rat warlords colluded with Waste City and their old employers, the rat lords.
They are definitely not a bunch of honest guys.
Today, the temple guards also gave their answer to this question.
That means killing them all.
Kill all these Skaven warlords who are about to become a source of turmoil and have no loyalty at all, and use them to scare all those guys with strange ideas in the Skaven Empire.
At this moment, the decision made by the two smarter guys among the rat warlords also came to fruition.
Kuromao chose to become a crazy wild dog, while Hata increasingly restrained his edge and made a gesture of complete surrender.
Heimao, a wild dog so crazy that he might even be eaten by himself, became a tool in the hands of the temple guards.
And Qi, no matter how hard he tried to restrain his brilliance, charged forward in this crackdown and kept wagging his tail, he was on the list of this massacre.
In this battle, Qi lost completely.
But how can I put it, Heimao didn’t win there.
Even if he was not accepted by others, how could he, a mad dog, escape the fate of being abandoned.
Qi staggered a step forward, stood up straight, and held the handle of the big sword behind him. He exerted force, and blood continued to pour out. His face was ferocious, and he was in immeasurable pain. But he didn't let Qi swing his body any more.
Even though Qi didn’t light up the blessing of killing, he was no less black-haired.
He was the guy who climbed out of that grand battle, and he was the lucky one who got the title of rat warlord through many disasters.
In fact, there is really no problem with those guys' defense. Whether it is Qi or Heimao, these two rat warlords who survived from the old era are not fuel-efficient goods.
It's just a pity that peace has come.
Even if the war has stopped, their ambitions can only be suppressed and rot in this peace.
The period just after the war.
The rebellious rat warlord once looked for the flag. He was not a stupid guy. He obviously saw that the war was about to stop, and he also knew what kind of weapons they would get after the war stopped. end. But Qi rejected him.
Qi took no part in that rebellion.
Not long after, he saw this guy's body hanging high at the gate of Fierce City.
Crazy shouting.
Qi was unwilling to accept such a result.
Abandoning the big sword in his hand casually, Qi held the short spear in his hand and charged towards the black hair not far away.
Black Mao was not to be outdone and rushed towards the flag crazily.
Two extremely miserable guys collided with each other.
And around them.
It is the crazy mincing meat of the black-furred Storm Army and the Squirrel Army.
The other rat warlords and the armies in their hands ended one by one.
Now, only Qi and Heimao are still fighting, as well as Qi's rat army and Heimao's storm army.
Up to now, there is nothing more to say. I am red-eyed and press forward without any scruples.
Just like the two warlords fighting to the death between their two armies.
The surrounding temple guards gathered around, but they did not press on him. Instead, they stood outside the battlefield here, as if waiting for the outcome of this battle.
The battle raged from day to night.
The result was unexpected.
Both sides suffer.
Heimao and Qi passed each other, kneeling to each other on the ground, each of them was already dying.
At the same time, Qi's rat army also fought with the black-haired storm army, causing both sides to suffer losses.
On the messy battlefield, there are layers of corpses everywhere, leaving some scattered figures standing, wandering in a trance on the battlefield.
The result has been announced.
The fighting can stop.
The solemn figure appeared on the battlefield. In a daze, Qi raised his head and saw a piece of armor covered in silver.
There was no thrusting spear, no wielding sacrificial knife.
Qi knew that he had probably passed the test.
I just don’t know why, but he is not happy at all.
Raised his head and looked around the messy battlefield.
His rat army, his rat warriors, those chirping guys, there are not many of them left.
It was completely empty.
He forced out an extremely forced smile, and then fell weakly to the ground.
At least, at least he is still a rat warlord.
Not far away, Heimao still wanted to stand up.
Standing far away, only half of the big sword in his hand was left. This guy seemed to have one hand left and wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to kill Qi.
It's just obvious that he doesn't have much left.
It swayed far away, and finally found it difficult to support itself not far from the flag. It fell to the ground and there was no movement at all.
This actually made the temple guards a little confused as to what to do.
Because the instruction given above is to accept the winner, but it is obvious that at this time, the two guys who are both losing and losing seem to be unable to distinguish which one is the winner.
Finally, when the news reached the guy's ears.
He finally withdrew his gaze from the blazing blast furnace and forgot to glance at the tragic battlefield.
"In this case, let's give them two a chance."
The tone was calm, without many ups and downs, but it was enough to decide the fate of those two guys.
Just a simple sentence, and soon his eyes returned to the scene in front of him.
He did not leave this viewing platform. The sight here was just right, allowing him to clearly observe everything that was about to happen.
In front of Prairie City, a grand sacrificial ceremony is about to begin.
With this war, with the rat people participating in this war, with the blood and death born from such a massacre, a sacrificial ceremony using these things as sacrifices is about to begin.
This grand sacrifice has entered the preparation stage. A large number of big-clawed priests began to drive the slave rats to carry the corpses on the battlefield.
It’s just different from ordinary sacrifices.
This sacrifice that consumes so much effort naturally requires more than simple things, and it cannot even be considered a sacrifice to the great god in the strict sense.
The object of sacrifice is the Lenghun Giant Bell.
If the temple guards have had the most contact with such a sacred thing, it will undoubtedly be the Cold Soul Giant Bell. They cast giant bells and borrowed the power of the Cold Soul Giant Bell not once or twice. .
So when there was a lack of a qualified witness, the leader of the temple guards, besides the great god, the first thing he thought of was the Cold Soul Giant Bell.
He will use the ore that fell in that grand battle and was infected with the blood of the heretic god, plus the corpses, blood, and death in this massacre, and mix them together to cast a sacred bell, and Engraving his nearly finished imperial code on the big discount clock will confirm the true foundation of the rat-man empire.
That's what he's going to do.
And it's almost successful.
As long as it succeeds, there is no doubt that the Rat Man Empire will become more prosperous and truly establish its foundation. It will no longer become uncertain due to one or two turbulences or the death of a rat man guy.
Doing so can bring many benefits, that's for sure, but the consequences it will bring are equally serious.
The foundation of the temple guards and their current arrogance lies in violence. The temple guards who have subdued the rat lord have the greatest violence in the rat empire.
But now, he has to take the initiative to restrain such violence.
The Imperial Code is more than just a set of codes. If you really want to rely on it to build the Ratman Empire in your heart.
Then the first one to be suppressed is the temple guard who is in his hands at this time.
This Holy Guard has never suffered any major blows since its establishment. It has steadily moved forward amidst rounds of changes and turbulence and has always maintained its heyday. It is currently the most powerful and powerful force in the Skaven Empire. The most violent institution among all others.
(End of this chapter)