From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 154: The headache of the rat war, the prototype of the city, and the crazy priest
Amid the noisy words, gradually, an indescribable irritation appeared on Sheng Qi's face.

This is a messy and small room, with a hot blast furnace, ore piled up in front of the blast furnace, gears of all sizes, and various metal fragments.

All of this makes this small space extremely messy, except for the tidy corner.

Those are the pieces of unknown leather that are carefully unfolded and hung.

Pitch-black scratches are engraved on the leather, and this technique makes it seem as if the leather is being carved like a stone wall.

Among the traces, various crude mechanical structures were engraved.

These drawings are valuable.

It seems that the path that Longclaw abandoned was picked up by other ratmen.

But at this moment, they are not taken seriously.

In this messy and chaotic room, a rat man could no longer bear the ridiculous and funny future that the hunchbacked and lowly guy in front of him painted in front of him.

Sheng Qi roared angrily.

He picked up a rough gear from the ground and pointed at the hunchbacked and ridiculous rat in front of him and cursed him without any hesitation.

"Do you think this will be the future of the rat people? Do you think the gods let us mine ore just to discover this kind of power?
Damn it! Why would I trust a guy like you?
You are such a pathetic fellow!

You're just a pathetic, lowly creature!

You have not seen the power of those despicable guys crawling in front of the great gods. You think that as long as I am willing to help you, you can bring me powerful power with such ridiculous things.

Even on par with the White Rat High Priest?
is that so!"

Having been through too much stimulation recently, Sheng Qi finally understood some things.

It has lost its former stability and has become a little crazy.

He grabbed the hunched-back Big Claw priest in front of him and pulled him over.

This action was very dangerous, approaching the Big Claw Priest with sharp claws unarmed.

If only the other side had a little more courage.

Sheng Qi glared fiercely at the guy in front of him who was talking nonsense.

Said word by word.

“I don’t need your damn, ridiculous, stupid help.

I can transfer you to the Western Expeditionary Force, and I can build you a blast furnace in that damn coal mine.

You must become my subordinate and offer your loyalty, because there are not many people who are willing to give you lowly guys a chance, and I am one of them!
do you understand!

All you lowly fellows have to do is offer your loyalty, and I will give you a chance. You will become a member of the Western Expeditionary Force. I will give you more resources, and you will produce more equipment, operate more weapons, and then be loyal to me!

You! Damn! Disgusting! Despicable bastard! Do you understand! "

Sheng Qi was almost roaring loudly at the guy in front of him.

Yes, facing those senior rat priests who united together, even though thoughts kept surging in his mind, even though he said viciously that he would take revenge on them.

Thinking of supporting another faction and teaching those despicable guys a great lesson.

Before returning to the Waste City, before meeting this ridiculous guy who had spoken such arrogant words.

The young Sheng Qi still held on to a little hope.

In the Waste City, Sheng Qi once heard a joke about a Big Claw Priest, an ordinary Big Claw Priest actually wanted to create a new group of ratmen priests.

And claimed that this was God's will.

This is a joke that makes mice laugh, at least that's what Sheng Qi thought when he first heard it.

Until he was abandoned and put on a collar, he became a joke.

Put your hopes on a joke.

He actually had a glimmer of hope in this guy until he heard the damn guy in front of him talking about that stupid concept.

Damn it! Can I rely on the so-called mineral spirit to gain the attention of the gods?

Could I rely on that damned mineral spirit to become a high priest on par with the white rat?
Am I crazy!
This made Sheng Qi angry and he roared loudly.

But facing the angry and roaring Sheng Qi in front of him, the hunchbacked big-clawed priest did not show much panic.

He has faced many situations like this.

Many ratman priests responded to his arrogant remarks with contempt and disdain. The only reason he had not been beaten to death for such a long time was that he was an excellent sculptor.

Sheng Qi calmed down a little.

After giving up that illusory hope, he did have some things that required these Big Claw Priests.

He needed an army that belonged only to him.

A loyal army.

His men had no reliable force, and it just so happened that he had witnessed the power of the huge catapult in the war. At the same time, the operators of these war machines in the future would almost all be these lowly big-claw priests.

Even though Sheng Qi was angry about this, he still extended an olive branch to the damn guy in front of him.

Not many priests look up to these big-clawed priests who come from slave rats, so Sheng Qi's recruitment and control of them will almost go unnoticed and unnoticed.

Sheng Qi urgently needs a force of his own.

But the prerequisite is that this guy stops mentioning that damn ore spirit!

Sheng Qi looked at the hunchbacked rat man in front of him with red eyes.

However, facing the calm expression of the damn guy opposite, the anger in my heart could not be suppressed.

Until some trivial footsteps appeared not far away.

Suddenly, the anger on his face was instantly dispelled.

Like a frightened bird, Sheng Qi put down the hunchbacked rat man in his hand who had a calm face.

In a hurry, he dived into the metal gears piled on the side and disappeared.

Sheng Qi did not come to this waste city openly. He should still be in the rolling hills and must not be discovered.

The hunchbacked rat man who was put down straightened his body, and his calm expression became a little more fearful after he saw who the intruder was.

They are a group of young rat priests.

Amid the chaotic and noisy voices, malicious gazes were cast upon him, and the hunchbacked rat man's body began to tremble a little.

Even though he offended a large number of rat priests after saying those words, he never feared revenge from these priests.

He is the best sculptor in Waste City. Under this premise, even if those guys don't like him, they will only treat him as a joke.

He was not afraid of the formal priests and senior priests, not even Sheng Qi.

These guys are bound by too many things, and they are also accustomed to attacking each other within these constraints.

And he doesn't even have the qualifications to be restrained. Attacking him is too dishonorable and will not gain anything.

Compared to them, he was more afraid of the young rat priests who were wandering around the area doing nothing.

After entering the room, the young ratman priests began to search skillfully.

Judging from the skillful movements, this must have happened many times.

The hunchbacked ratman wanted to escape, but was blocked by a young ratman priest with bad intentions.

These despicable guys don't mind bullying the weak, even if they are from the same clan.

The hunchbacked rat man held his head and dared not resist.

The reason is very simple: we can’t beat them.

Before becoming a priest of the gods, he was a mining slave rat busy in the mines deep in the desolate mountains.

The heavy work of digging had already crushed his body. If he had become a priest a few days later, he might have died in the mine.

This experience left him with an irreparable price, and his weak and hunched body made him lose most of his fighting ability.

Holding his head tightly.

But it was also this experience that gave him an illusion.

It was a very vague feeling. Until I saw in the industrial area that the ores that had been mined for years were turned into boiling hot iron and molded into various shapes.

He confirmed his feeling.

He finally confirmed his feelings.

At that moment, the frail Greatclaw priest felt that he was being guided.

Received guidance from God!

But he is just a big claw priest.

He felt that this was an experience given by God, and he felt that this was a revelation given by God.

This is an idea that won't attract many strange looks even if you shout it out loud, and too many ratmen priests think this way.

Although he seems a little different.

He was extremely sure.

After rummaging around, the greedy and restless young rat priests turned their attention to the hanging leathers.

Then, they heard the angry roar from the guy who had been silently enduring the cowardice.

The cowardly hunchbacked rat man who dared not resist had red eyes and roared loudly.

He rushed towards these young guys fiercely, waving his sharp claws high in the air.

You can see the deep black stain on its large claws.

These young ratmen were so scared that they hid aside, and the hunchbacked ratman also got what he wanted.

A piece of leather hidden deep inside was embraced in his arms, and then, there was not much movement.

The young rat-men priests who turned around gradually became angry.

Not long after, a severe beating occurred.

After a long time, the young rat priests left. These young and energetic guys didn't care about so many rules and interests.

The beating is real.

The hunchbacked rat man was beaten to death.

Sheng Qi emerged from the pile of gears, looked at the scene, and came to the hunchbacked rat man.

He sighed deeply. He didn't know whether his choice was right or wrong. Perhaps he shouldn't have had any hope in these despicable guys.

But he also had no choice.

"If you come to me within three months, what I just said will still be valid."

He was disappointed with the guy in front of him.

But this hunchbacked rat man is not only the best sculptor in the Waste City, but also the only mechanic in the Waste City.

Those huge catapults came from his design.

He is a valuable rat man.

So Sheng Qi still gave this guy a chance.

After saying this, Sheng Qi left in a hurry.

This small and messy room also returned to silence.

The hunchbacked big-clawed priest squirmed his body without caring about the injuries on his body, but took out the leather in his arms with difficulty.

Slowly unfold.

There was a vague pattern depicted on it, a pattern that was carefully engraved by him with his sharp claws.

In this pattern, a vague figure was throwing a spear into a pile of stones from above, while a ratman was kneeling in front of the pile of stones, kneeling in front of the vague figure, raising his head fanatically.

“The great god threw his spear at the ore and became the spirit of the ore.

This is the power you gave me, and I will definitely discover it.

I will definitely dig it out!

I am guided!
I am guided!"

Looking at the blurry pattern in his hand, even though he was dying, the hunchbacked rat man was trembling all over.

Whispering.

He was a humble Big Claw priest who felt he was guided by God, a Big Claw priest with a hunched body.

A madman.

Too many Big Claw Priests have blocked all roads, and too many Big Claw Priests can hardly see the hope of climbing up.

They either become numb, or rush forward like moths to a flame at any possible situation. This is why there are so many Big Claw Priests gathering around Rat Zhan recently.

Of course, there is also the last category, which is also the most common possibility, which is going crazy.

How can a ratman priest not be crazy?

………….

The simple fortress on the edge of the vast grassland.

Well, maybe it’s not appropriate to call this fort a simple fort now.

As time went by, and with the arrival of a large number of ratmen, there were all kinds of ratmen among them.

Some of them are not suitable to lead the team into the grassland, and some cowardly guys are also looking for their own way out.

Among them, various types of big-clawed priests are the most numerous.

Most of the slave rats were demoted because they cowardly fled from the battlefield, although this proportion has decreased as the underground rat city has expanded and prospered.

Many breeding houses have been eliminating the surplus female ratmen and those ratmen who are naturally short and thin and turning them into slave rats.

But there is definitely no shortage of cowards among the slave rats.

The same is true of the Great Claw Priests who were born from slave rats.

Fortunately, with the gathering of ratmen and the birth of the noisy ruins, some new demands emerged in the city, giving them other choices.

Many Big Claw priests returned to their old ways.

He began to expand this simple fortress with the slave rats.

It's not free, you just need to pay a little bit of blood mushroom powder, and these professional guys can quickly help you carve out a large cave in the cliff.

Thanks to them, this simple fortress is rapidly expanding and becoming more complex.

At the same time, some necessary things for the ratman city were also quickly constructed.

There are far more unemployed people than just these big-clawed priests who are good at digging.

Cave mushroom cultivation rooms and rat-man breeding rooms, these two types of caves are the most basic configuration of rat-man cities, and they quickly began to spread inside this cliff.

These two types of buildings can support the most basic needs of the ratmen, reproduction and food.

But there are more than just these two types of caves in this simple fortress.

Some relatively new things have appeared.

For example, weapons workshop and armor workshop.

Of course, these two workshops are not formal, and even the things they produce are quite crude. In a small cave, a group of ratmen gnawing on wood and pulling leather in the dark can produce some wooden spears, simple and ill-fitting leather armor, and some wooden shields.

Shu Zhan would definitely not even look at this kind of thing, but it was unexpectedly sought after by those lower-class rat people.

Even many ratmen warriors in Shuzhan's army would come to purchase some leather armor.

This crude fortress is rapidly transforming into a qualified city.

Although Shu Zhan, as the ruler of this fortress, neither cares nor pays attention to this.

He has had a headache recently.

For unknown reasons, Shu Zhan discovered that the weapons he purchased from the Desolate Mountains began to increase in price dramatically.

(End of this chapter)