From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 193, Du Yuan's Statue, Long Claw's Support

Mountains of ore were carried high up by the turning of gears and poured into the dark blast furnace in order to smelt a newly discovered metal.

Also preparing for the birth of another miracle.

The dark red and brown ores turned into red hot molten iron in the boiling blast furnace. An almost crazy guy stood in front of the blast furnace.

He is old and hunched, but his eyes are full of obsession and hope.

This is an old Big Claw priest and the only Big Claw priest in the Ratman Council. Unlike Long Claw who has abandoned his identity and almost left the ranks of Big Claw priests, this old priest has always been crawling in front of the white rat diligently as a Big Claw priest.

He was responsible for the expansion of the underground rat city, the construction of outposts, the construction of industrial zones, and the planning of tunnels.

Such concentration won him the favor of the white rats, and over the years, he gradually began to rise to high positions until he became one of the thirteen rat councilors.

He has almost achieved the limit of what a Big Claw Priest can do. Even the arrogant Rat Zhan would not look down on him too much.

Because in essence, the logistics of the Ratman Kingdom have always been supported by the Big Claw Priests.

He is the only ratman councilor among the Big Claw Priests. If he wants, he can use his influence to attract countless Big Claw Priests to follow him in an instant, and immediately build a power faction in the Ratman Kingdom that cannot be ignored.

The power in the hands of the Big Claw Priests is not weak, but it has always been too dispersed.

You can see these big claw priests driving away slave rats in every city and every underground area of ​​the Ratman Kingdom.

The Big Claw Priests have yet to have a true leader.

Those senior ratmen priests who have a lot of resources in their hands can mobilize the Big Claw Priests, but they can only mobilize those Big Claw Priests who are subordinate to them.

These are only a small part of the Big Claw Priests. If one wants to mobilize the vast majority of the Big Claw Priests, the only ones who can do it are this old guy and the Ratman Council.

It is not surprising that this old ratman can do this, after all, he is the only ratman councilor among the Great Claw Priests.

The Rat Council was able to be mobilized because of the arrangement of the White Rat.

Don't think that the Ratman Parliament is just a new structure pushed forward by the White Rats, but the White Rats left a lot of things to the Ratman Parliament. Except for the two organizations, the Temple Guards and the Rat Assassins, almost all the power in their hands regarding the Ratman Kingdom was thrown away.

Once upon a time, the Big Claw Priests fell directly into the hands of the White Rat, or to be more precise, all the rat people had to crawl before him, the high priest.

Now, the ratmen priests have left in groups, but the Big Claw Priest is still firmly controlled by the white rats and is under the control of the Ratmen Council.

The Big Claw Priests are active in every corner of the Ratman Kingdom within the framework of the Ratman Parliament.

Their apparent leader is this guy standing in front of this dark blast furnace.

His concentration brought him the favor of the white rats but also ruined the Big Claw Priests' chance to go on stage. Over time, what the Big Claw Priests paid was always disproportionate to what they got.

All this is closely related to his inaction.

Can you imagine that a guy who has leaped to become one of the thirteen most powerful ratmen councillors in the Ratman Kingdom, does only two things every day: digging tunnels and expanding cities?

Did he really pin his entire life on building tunnels and expanding cities?
In front of the tall furnace, the slave rats pulled the iron chain with great effort. The valve of the furnace slowly rotated as the chain pulled it. Amid the harsh sound, red sluggish water slowly flowed out. A huge and rough mold had been prepared.

Under the whipping of the Big Claw Priest, the valve of the black furnace was completely opened.

Not long ago, a big claw priest in the Desolate Mountains Industrial Zone discovered a new metal, which was smelted by mixing the red and brown ores in a certain proportion.

The Big Claw Priest excitedly presented the metal to the old Big Claw Priest who was in charge of the industrial zone. After seeing the brand new metal, the old Big Claw Priest was fascinated by its dazzling color, and a bold idea came to his mind.

Did he really climb all his life just to expand the city and build tunnels? But the figure in front of him was too dazzling and too terrifying, so he could only crawl and focus.

Until old age, until life is about to come to an end, until you witness this dazzling golden metal.

The newly discovered metal was named blood gold.

The boiling molten iron fell and filled the huge mold, and a dazzling golden color appeared as it solidified.

The old big-clawed priest stopped in front of the mold, which had not yet completely cooled down.

Almost dancing.

This fellow who was at the top of all the Big Claw Priests was not that special. He looked like just an ordinary old ratman who was about to die. There were already patches of baldness on his hunched body. It was only thanks to the blood mushroom that his gray and yellow hair had not completely faded away. Even the big claws on his hands were so dull and lifeless.

At this time, the white mouse arrived.

The white rat did not look at the big-clawed priest dancing in the distance.

The big-clawed priest who had crawled before him all his life was no longer so content at the end of his life, and resolutely discussed the price with the white rat.

He was even willing to give up his seat as a member of parliament, his influence among the Big Claw Priests, and everything he had to negotiate the price with White Rat.

It was obvious that the old big-clawed priest overestimated himself.

He remained noncommittal about everything the white rat proposed. Did he really think that the white rat chose him because of his loyalty?
The white rat never believed in the word loyalty, and chose him only because he saw his ordinary merits.

cowardice.

A cowardly rat dare not have any more thoughts, at least that's the case while he is still alive. It is most appropriate to push such a guy to the position of ratman councilor.

Even though he had made some mistakes, this cowardly guy still dared to discuss the price with him, even at the moment when his life was about to end.

The white rat simply knocked on the stone table in front of it. With each knock, the old big-clawed priest's body trembled violently and he could hardly stand.

White Rat asked him to go back, as he had not yet chosen which guy could take over his job.

As for the so-called price he offered, Bai Shu didn't take it seriously at all. When a guy is weak to a certain extent, even the loud roar is so harmless that it is not even worth taking seriously.

But unexpectedly, the old big-clawed priest did not leave. Even though the white rat let him go and his body was trembling and extremely frightened, he did not leave.

Unwilling to move, it stubbornly stopped in front of the white mouse.

This really surprised the white rat, and the sound of its knuckles hitting the table stopped.

Trembling, the old Big Claw Priest, the old Ratman Councillor knelt down before the White Rat, holding high the dazzling block of metal in his hand. Seeing him like this, the White Rat suddenly became a little more curious.

"So, what do you want to do?"

The white rat agreed to the old man's crazy idea. After the mold cooled, it was opened by the slave rats swarming in, revealing the real contents inside, a base, a golden base cast from dazzling golden metal.

On the pedestal, each ratman was prostrating himself and kneeling devoutly with completely different expressions.

This is a kind of exquisiteness that does not seem to belong to ratmen. Even the hair on these cast ratmen has carvings.

It's just a pedestal, an extremely delicate pedestal.

There are not many things that the rat people can take seriously, only things related to the great gods and things about the great gods.

The old, clawed priest was casting a statue, a statue that would stand tall with the mountains, a statue of the great god in dazzling golden metal.

He placed all his hopes on this statue at the moment when his life was about to come to an end.

This is why the white rat is willing to agree. In fact, if you want the white rat to support you, it doesn’t require so much trouble. As long as you do it for the sake of God, it’s fine.

But most of the ratmen can't do this, even this old big-claw priest can't do it.

In the last period of life, place your final hope on the great God.

The white rat that arrived at the scene did not even pause to look at the dancing old priest.

Look at the base of the statue that has been revealed.

The white rat agreed with the old man's idea and gave his support. Without the white rat's nod, everything the old priest expected would not even have a beginning.

Not for any other reason.

He also acquiesced to the existence of the statue in the small temple.

Ever since being rejected by the gods, the White Rat hasn't had any messy thoughts for a long time. The great gods don't seem to like these luxurious palaces very much, and the temples of the gods in the underground rat city have never been expanded since that time.

By now, this sacred temple has become a bit too small for the underground rat city.

However, Bai Shu never agreed to the expansion of the temple of God because he was really afraid of being rejected by God again.

But this does not mean that he does not want to show the glory and greatness of God.

Especially as time goes by and I start to get old.

Gazing from afar, gazing for a long time, I began to murmur unconsciously.

"Great God, Great God."

It took a long time before he pulled away.

The rats started a massive project in this desolate mountain range. This was not the first time that this group of persistent guys had carved a statue of Du Yuan.

………….

In the rolling hills, in the tall sacred oak tree.

The lower part of this huge oak tree had been completely dyed red by the ratmen. In the repeated attacks, the last reserve of the half-elves, a group of young and immature half-elves, were also eaten by the ratmen.

The huge rat army officially rushed up this huge oak tree a few days ago, and then advanced all the way with great force.

These half-elves are finished.

What annoyed Sheng Qi was that these guys were unexpectedly stubborn. Even though he had led his army all the way up the huge oak tree, they were still able to disgust him.

The last group of half-elves perched on the top of the sacred oak tree, relying on the narrow branches to withstand the attack of the ratmen once again.

It doesn't matter if these guys are the only ones lingering on.

But damn!
The temple of the heretic god was also on the treetops where the last group of half-elf troops were entrenched.

This really drove Sheng Qi crazy.

During this period of time, he relied on the swollen ratmen and huge catapults to eat away the half-elves' defenses bit by bit.

This is almost like smashing blood mushrooms onto the battlefield, and not just smashing them bit by bit, but smashing them piece by piece.

The defense line of these guys was broken down by force.

He invested almost all the blood mushrooms he had and nearly went bankrupt. If it weren't for the wolf-orc fur that suddenly became popular in the Skaven Kingdom, which gave him inspiration, he would have been unreasonable and raised the price of the half-elf corpse to the group of buyers again and again.

He was truly bankrupt, and this war might not be able to continue. As the fighting among that group of senior ratmen priests became more intense, the supplies he received became increasingly scarce.

This huge army is now almost entirely supported by Rope Seven. He should be happy because this means that the ratman priests' control over the Western Expeditionary Force is declining.

This is exactly what he wants to see.

But now this damn war is not over yet, which is giving him a headache. Sheng Qi has not completely taken over the Western Expeditionary Force, but the pressure of logistics is already making him breathless.

Weapons replenishment can also be maintained by relying on stocks recovered from the battlefield.

The food problem on the battlefield can also be solved by eating corpses.

But these huge catapults, siege crossbows, and all kinds of miscellaneous equipment are nothing but money-eating beasts.

But Sheng Qi just couldn't let go. If it weren't for these huge catapults, if it weren't for these messy machines, Sheng Qi might still be staring blankly at the bottom of this huge oak tree.

These things are easy to use and powerful, and they are a force in his hands. This is very important. He can't give up these war machines.

But the logistics really made the rope seven heads almost grow bigger.

This war must end, and end quickly. The rats can still afford it, and so can the senior priests, but he, Sheng Qi, can no longer afford it!

He's going bankrupt! He's going bankrupt!

Fortunately, there is some good news.

The support that Sheng Qi had been waiting for had arrived. It was the support from Long Claws. Although he had waited for a long time, it was just in time to be used now.

(End of this chapter)