From Skaven to God of War
Chapter 252: The Rats Are Coming
Chapter 252: The Rats Are Coming
One by one, thin men emerged from the shacks amid shouting, and gathered in front of the guards with a bit of fear and desire.
The shouting guard offered a good price.
Fifteen copper coins.
The guards raised the lanterns at their waists and selected the men gathered in front of them as if they were selecting livestock. The faint light illuminated the faces of the men shivering in the rain.
The Pitchfork Knight leaning against the shabby shed also heard the guard's shout and was a little dazed, because he was stunned by the reward of fifteen copper coins. Two copper coins could be exchanged for a large glass of beer.
Swallowed.
Behind him, with a creaking sound, a small figure poked his head out. Perhaps because he was too young, or perhaps because he didn't understand what was happening, he was not afraid of the blood-stained Pitchfork Knight. With a confused expression, a piece of white bread was handed to him.
It was something brought by the Vatican knights who visited this area not long ago, some tasteless white bread.
The piece of bread in the little guy's hand might have been there for a while, or maybe his hands were a little too dirty, so a dark handprint was left on the bread that was no longer white after being bitten.
The guards had already made their selection, but before leaving they brought the men who had gathered behind them to the front of the Pitchfork Knight.
A respectful salute, both because of the old armor on the Pitchfork Knight and because of the bodies displayed in the middle of the street.
The ignorant little guy opened his eyes wide with curiosity at this situation, and subconsciously stuffed the bread in his hand back into his mouth. His teeth had not grown in yet, and the bread was stained with saliva, with a small gap on it.
The Pitchfork Knight was a little nervous about the guards gathered in front of him. He stopped moving for a moment and seemed a little cold and solemn. However, the guards did not disturb him too much and left soon.
The Pitchfork Knight breathed a sigh of relief, and the little guy also withdrew his gaze, took out the dirty bread from his mouth again, and handed it to the Pitchfork Knight beside him. Behind him, an anxious voice sounded.
A woman with a tired face opened the old wooden door of the shed, but there was a hint of fear on her face as she smelled the pungent smell of blood. The Pitchfork Knight noticed this and turned over to stand up, but the little guy beside him refused to give in and took the dirty bread with two holes in it.
The hunched-backed Pitchfork Knight left just like that.
The heavy rain is finally stopping.
Pulling off the mask, the Pitchfork Knight stuffed the dirty panel into his mouth and his figure gradually disappeared into the distance.
On the city wall, thin figures had ropes tied around their waists and began to slowly descend outside the city wall. The piles of rat corpses outside the city wall needed to be cleaned up, and the various abandoned metal weapons also needed to be collected.
These jobs needed people to do them, so naturally the men from the slums were asked to do them.
There is a certain degree of danger. Not all ratmen died. Many were simply abandoned because of injuries.
The danger comes from the ratmen who are not dead yet. When searching through corpses, you may be easily attacked by them.
But it doesn’t matter. In some ways, these skinny men are not much different from slave rats.
Under the city wall, a ratman corpse in the pile of corpses suddenly jumped up and attacked a thin man. Even though he had no weapon in his hands, his sharp claws still tore a big hole in the thin man's stomach, and his internal organs flowed out. It was obvious that he was not going to survive.
After killing the thin man in front of him, the ratman stubbornly dragged his broken thigh and limped away, trying to escape. However, soon an arrow pierced through his body and nailed him to the pile of corpses below him. Even after being hit by the arrow, the ratman still struggled for a long time before finally dying.
These wounded ratmen abandoned on the battlefield mingled among the piles of corpses outside the city walls and became a nuisance.
Although these troubles exist, the recovery of weapons on the battlefield is still continuing. The man who was killed received a pension of about three times today's copper coins, forty-five copper coins, and the rewards for the recruited thin men were increased again.
For every spear they brought back, they would receive an extra copper coin as a reward. This simple move was very effective.
After entering the state of war, the prices in Jilang City have increased dramatically. They need more copper coins. Even if they don't need to feed their families, they need more copper coins just to feed themselves.
Many of these thin men died under the city wall.
After a while, after the preliminary cleanup of the battlefield was completed, cans of kerosene were thrown onto the city walls. As fireballs fell, scorching flames were ignited.
The piled up corpses would bring many problems, even if they were used to form a slope of earth to prevent the rat-men corpses, not to mention the epidemics that would come with the decay, the pollution of the land, and all these other situations.
Landfill is a very suitable situation, but in this darkness, leaving the city to work is not a wise option, so the only choice is to light a big fire.
In the scorching flames, the ratman's body was gradually melting.
It was not a very inspiring scene, but the burning flames still made people feel inexplicably at ease, and the morale of the city guards was restored to a certain extent.
They believed that they could still hold on. The Stargazing Pope was obviously not stupid enough to release the news that Stirling City would not receive reinforcements in the short term. He even deliberately began to spread some false news. In his words, a huge coalition of nobles had been organized and was heading towards Stirling City.
With such words, at least for now, everyone is full of confidence. They believe that after the arrival of the coalition of nobles, these ratmen will be easily defeated.
In fact, without the dispatch of elite ratmen, even though the number of gathered ratmen warriors is so large, each individual, or even a small team, cannot be considered powerful.
The Stargazing Pope's art of language is exquisite, and in a speech he gave to appease the city guards, as well as the magic knights who were also present.
It was just a few simple, vague sentences, but they were extremely misleading, making the guards and the magic knights firmly believe it.
The Astronomical Pope is not the only one who has access to communication channels with other provinces of the Empire. In the complex marriages, nobles of all sizes have established networks of all sizes throughout the Human Empire.
They are undoubtedly well-informed.
But the vague words of the Pope in his speech left too much room for imagination, it was just one sentence.
"A region that has lost its master needs the support of a powerful one."
This made the nobles in Jilang City have many unnecessary thoughts and feel more at ease.
This was not surprising. Even if the Stargazing Pope sold the entire area to other great nobles, as long as they were nobles and did not covet the position of the leader, their status would hardly fluctuate. Nobles had their own rules of the game. With one speech, the Stargazing Pope stabilized the city guards and many small noble families among the magic knights.
As for those great nobles who truly understand the truth and can truly glimpse a higher level, they will not expose the words of the Astronomical Pope, as this will not do them any good.
In fact, there is no need to be so anxious. The morale in the city is far from the point where it collapses and needs to be encouraged. However, the Pope of Stargazing seems a little too anxious, perhaps because he is uneasy.
After learning that no force would come to rescue the city, he began to become uneasy.
He needed to keep this city, he needed to keep the Stargazing Church. The god had once whispered, and the god needed believers to chant his name.
The dimming of the gods still had an impact on him. He was not as calm as he appeared, and the Stargazing Pope's movements began to become anxious.
A team was gathered by him in the city.
The next day, at almost the same time, the endless swarms of ratmen outside the city began to surge again.
Like the Stargazing Pope, Shu Zhan was also a little more anxious, anxious about the slow progress of the siege. However, unlike the Stargazing Pope, he had no doubts about the fact that he was about to seize victory. He was just simply impatient and had no patience.
This is reflected in many aspects.
Ratmen began to appear again in the winding and narrow tunnels under the city. The military mages in the City of Storms repaired the passages through which the ratmen were pouring out, and some creations similar to scaled-down versions of the huge stone pillars buried under the city were placed in these opened underground tunnels.
The corrupt empire of the Ghost Eye people has been passed down to the present day. Even though there have been many twists and turns in the meantime, not too many things have been lost in the interruption of civilization. The stone pillars that were used to lay the foundation of the city and stabilize the ground during the pioneering era can still be manufactured in the magic workshop in the Wave City.
However, due to time constraints and the city's construction plans that were lost after three expansions and generations of inheritance, it is obviously unrealistic to ask them to find and repair all the broken stone pillars, gaps and holes buried underground in a short period of time.
However, it is still possible to make some miniaturized emergency nodes to fill the gap.
Well, when you find a cockroach, you shouldn’t try to figure out how many loopholes there are in the city.
Ratmen kept appearing in the city, and the commotion began to spread. The hunched figures stood in the middle of the street again, and the knights in the city began to gallop wildly through the streets, but they were not the focus.
Shu Zhan's figure appeared on the outskirts of the city for the first time. Although Shu Zhan was inconspicuous among the many ratmen, he did not really engage in the battle, but just wandered anxiously on the edge of the darkness.
The ratmen's offensive was more intense and fierce today. The heavy rain stopped, and in the humidity, both sides fought brutally relying on the city walls.
More corpses were thrown down and piled up on the towering city walls. The height of the pile reached a new high, although it still seemed inconspicuous compared to the towering city walls.
It just makes people more tired.
Even the garrisoned magic knights were exhausted and collapsed on the city wall during this attack, and more wounded were waiting for treatment.
The guards went to the shantytowns and brought more thin men, tied them with thick hemp ropes, and dropped them from the towering city walls.
Today's attack on the city by the ratmen made the Stargazing Pope more determined in his thoughts.
Some ratmen even came out from the backyard of the Stargazing Church.
The knights were gathered together, the extremely heavy blockage in the city gate was cleared, and a fully armed team was organized.
Not wanting to sit there and wait for death, the Stargazing Pope decided to march out of the city.
It's not that he has lost his mind, even though he has become more and more anxious during this period. Now with his timely gathering of strength, Jilang City still has the power to fight against the ratmen, even if it is just barely holding on.
He drew a line on the map, starting from Stirling City and ending at another human city.
Even if they hold on, they must not be in this state of siege. He must open up a road. As long as they can maintain the existence of a road and the power in Jilang City can be replenished, then this will not be a dead end.
Those nobles, both big and small, had guessed correctly. The Stargazing Pope did have the idea of selling this province. As long as he could gain support and as long as the Stargazing Church could be preserved, he would have no pressure at all to do so.
In the center of the city, in a temple inlaid with a large number of purple gems, which was solemn and mysterious, under the soft magical light, the Astronomical Pope wrote down his words on the letter in front of him.
He doesn't mind putting his eggs in multiple baskets, but sometimes not every basket is trustworthy.
He had already decided where to send the letter.
Hoping that the response he received this time would be different, the Stargazing Pope put away the quill in his hand with a calm expression.
The thick city walls slowly opened up as the gears turned. The battle was over, but the mages accompanying the army were sending more lighting spells into the sky. The darkness in the area was completely dispelled, and it was as if it were daytime.
A human army also emerged from this towering city.
The sneaky figure peeping outside the city wall was frightened by the extremely high-density lighting, and disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind a messy camp. The rats did not make any further moves for the time being, perhaps they were not sure what these guys were tinkering with.
But this is only temporary.
Without a fortress, it would not be easy to defend against the influx of ratmen, so the humans were indeed building fortresses.
They have this ability thanks to the magic academy located in the city of Stormwind.
In the flickering magical light, the outline of a fortress soon appeared on the flat ground.
It was obvious that the rats could no longer sit idly by in this situation. Amidst the sharp cries, gray-black figures appeared at the end of the darkness and broke into the light.
The rats came pouring in.
(End of this chapter)
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