From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 369: Hedging the bets and advancing again
Qi got a new appointment, or rather a deal.

The wealthy temple guards didn't really care about the little spoils that Qi had obtained, but in order to gain their support, Qi had to do better.

The battle on the front battlefield of Lianyan Province is still going on. The big man among the temple guards asks the flag to cross the river as soon as possible, burn and destroy more, and attract more strength and attention from the Youyan people.

Flag took over the deal.

Resources that were ten times richer than what he had selected last time in the Twin Fortresses began to converge towards him amid the cheers of the ratmen warriors.

The temple guards did not urge them any further. They were much more professional than the rat lords. At least they would not yell at the front line from behind the war.

Arriving faster than the team sent by the temple guards to transport supplies was a group of chattering guys. These guys appeared from various places and gathered at the foot of the towering mountain. They seemed to be a little worried and didn't even dare to get too close at the beginning, until the old big-clawed priest walked out of the fortress on the top of the mountain.

Completely free of worries, a simple market appeared at the foot of the mountain, and all kinds of ratmen appeared here.

Noisy, noisy.

Strictly speaking, this is not a particularly suitable place to hold a market as it is too close to the front line.

But in reality, they came here for nothing and had no more to hide.

From time to time, these guys looked up and their eyes fell on the fortress on the top of the mountain with anticipation, excitement, and greed.

This was also part of the deal. Qi exchanged the trading rights for the slave rats used to clear the road.

After the war, more thinking must be done. This is a delicate deal.

If you have to make a choice, perhaps it would be more appropriate to tear up this deal. Even though credibility is useful to the rat people, in fact, except for the oaths made in front of the gods, you'd better be careful about everything else.

After all, the other party in the transaction was just an old Big Claw Priest.

And if these are handed over to the temple guards, although they don't seem to care about the flag's small things, this can also be regarded as a tendency, a way to express loyalty.

The flag is now obviously inseparable from the temple guards.

And it doesn't mean that they won't reward the temple guards if they hand over the spoils. The generosity of these guys is obvious to all.

How to choose?

Qi had to think like this. He had to admit that the situation he was facing now was that holding on to the temple guards tightly was the wisest choice.

But on the other hand, he also could not forget the temple guards' unhesitating choice when the war just started and what they had experienced in the past three years.

After thinking for a long time, Qi chose a compromise solution.

The commission that the flag bears for the ratmen warriors under his command is not very serious. It has not changed since the day it was decided. It is one tenth, and the flag bearer only takes one tenth.

During this war, as the ratmen warriors plundered this mountain fortress, they indeed had a bunch of miscellaneous but valuable things in their hands.

Weapons, armor, war machines, some blue eyes, some messy books, stone bricks engraved with intricate patterns, murals, it can be said that everything in the fortress, as long as it could be dismantled, was swept away by this group of fanatical guys.

After Qi chose to default, these guys went down the mountain with large and small bags of things.

Fragments of weapons and armor would be bought back to be repaired or simply re-melted. This was done in the small weapons workshops in every Skaven city to supply the Skaven mercenaries who were roaming around and the Skaven farmers who were fighting almost all the time.

The same goes for siege equipment. Although the war equipment produced by the rats is extremely large, most of it is directly supplied to the army. Those huge rat industrial zones will not pay attention to these ordinary rat guys.

So after the slightly larger rat mercenaries and farmers had a need for more powerful firepower, these things dragged down from the battlefield became popular.

Dark blue eyes are real hard currency. Some rat priests may also be interested in those messy books. As for the various objects engraved with intricate patterns, the rats have an indescribable love for those intricate patterns.

The market at the foot of the mountain suddenly became very lively. Rat warriors were wandering around the market, dragging, pulling, and holding all kinds of things.

What's more, some of the things that the ratmen warriors tinkered with were really too exaggerated.

A rough stone lion, which seemed to be the symbol of the magic mechanical troops in the fortress, originally stood in the center of the fortress, but was pried down by this guy. Not only was it pried down, but it was also dragged down the mountain?
how did you do that!
It's really exaggerated.

Of course, it’s not just such exaggerated and puzzling scenes, there are also some interesting things circulating in this rally.

A ratman warrior took out a short-barreled magic rifle from the package on his back.

This is a very rare thing.

What's even more bizarre is the words that keep pouring out of this rat warrior's mouth.

"This must be a good thing. I found it in the room of the leader of that group of heretics. It was under the table. Even the leader of the flag didn't find it!"

The big-clawed priest standing opposite him fell into deep thought over his description.

Tinkering with the short-barreled magic rifle in his hand.

As the war continued, both sides actually had certain understandings of their respective weapons, but there were rarely any situations where they used each other's weapons to fight.

Whether it is the ratmen or the ghost-eyed people, the energy sources they use are incompatible, and relying solely on captured energy cannot sustain a cruel and long war.

But such a short-barreled magic rifle does have value.

"I can buy it and pay you for the blood mushroom, but before that I want to try to see if this can work."

"Okay, okay, just give me the blood mushroom. It's unique and only I have it. It's definitely a good thing!"

As he spoke, the ratman warrior took out some gray crystals from the backpack behind him.

Then he handed it to the big claw priest in front of him.

After charging was completed, the magic patterns on the short-barreled magic rifle lit up slightly.

It's already inspiring.

While thinking, he pulled the trigger towards the sky.

Then, a loud noise appeared in the market. A very thick beam of magic energy burst out from the short-barreled rifle, and then exploded in an instant, hitting everything in front of it in a standard fan shape.

The big-clawed priest sat down on the ground with such a loud noise, almost rolling over, with obvious confusion on his face.

When the rat warrior carrying a huge bag saw the situation, he realized that something was wrong and ran away immediately.

Soon after, the angry curses of the Big Claw Priest were heard in the market, but the ratman warrior carrying the huge package disappeared in an instant.

Of course, this was not the worst situation for the Big Claw Priest. The worst thing was that a group of short ratmen surrounded him. Of course, they were not going to rob or anything else.

Instead, they are doing something very ordinary: collecting taxes.

The flag's personal guards took the initiative to help him shoulder the task of taxation, and their tax targets were not only the ratmen warriors who sold the spoils, but also the big claw priests who bought the spoils.

The most staunch supporters of this group of flags seemed to feel that the flags were suffering too much, or for some other reason, they kept having stern faces, and the tax collection process was quite harsh and tricky.

For example, at this moment, the big-clawed priest who had just finished rolling on the ground and was covered in dust jumped up as if his tail was stepped on.

His eyes widened.

"I didn't buy it! I didn't want it and I didn't pay for the blood mushroom! Why should I pay taxes?"

He roared loudly, but he could not stop the increasing number of guards surrounding him.

Of course, this is not a forced sale, but no matter what, this thing has fallen into the hands of the Big Claw Priest, and it is a transaction, even if both parties to the transaction do not recognize the establishment of this transaction.

They are the guards of the Great Flag. They will not violate the principles designated by the Great Flag, but no one can escape what they should hand over.

You can deny it, but you have to pay taxes. This is what the great flag deserves!
…………, a very strange logic.

Finally, with a distorted expression, the Big Claw Priest willingly handed over the tax he was supposed to pay, a blood mushroom, to the ratman in front of him.

As for the short-handled rifle, he casually threw it onto the trailer behind him.

Perhaps the ratman warrior was not lying, because there was indeed a lion's head engraved on the barrel of the short-handled rifle.

Of course, although these miscellaneous things have certain value, they cannot attract these guys to come here at the cost of trouble. The most important part of the division of this war is the captured slaves.

The magic mechanical troops in the fortress are indeed tenacious and powerful, but the ordinary militiamen who were recruited do not have such a strong will.

The army under the banner captured more than 10,000 Ghost-Eyed human prisoners in this war. At a time when the war was at a long stalemate, this was an extremely valuable treasure.

This is also the main purpose of these rats coming here.

Crazy bids, one jaw-dropping price after another were constantly revealed. In the end, an ordinary Ghost-Eyed Human captive was even quoted a high price of five hundred blood mushrooms.

Even so, these guys were still bidding and fighting frantically for the captives who were brought down.

Qi's compromise was here. He did not stop his ratmen warriors from selling these captives, but his share, one tenth, was kept by him. Soon, these more than a thousand ghost-eyed human captives and the group of ghost-blue eyes he intercepted would be sent to the Twin Fortresses.

These can be regarded as a gesture of goodwill and closeness to the temple, and on the other hand, his choice is also an explanation to the other group of guys who invested in him in this war.

In short, the flag chose to be a fence-sitter, and not just a fence-sitter, because he also made the same profit from selling prisoners.

After all, his taxes are not only levied on the rat warriors, but also on those who trade here.

In any case, he won't lose anything at all.

Not long after, with the sale of the last batch of captives, this once bustling little market naturally became quiet and disappeared.

After this trade, Qi and his ratmen warriors had a lot more blood mushrooms in their hands.

Of course, the one who earns more is undoubtedly the flag.

The team of temple guards transporting supplies arrived, and all kinds of things were piled up like a mountain in front of Qi, making Qi even more excited.

With these, he will undoubtedly be able to mobilize more troops and do more things.

This was what he wanted when he joined the temple guards.

The arrival of the supplies made Qi excited, but no matter how excited he was, Qi did not forget what he had to do.

He handed over a group of captured Ghost-Eyed People, these good sacrifices, to the Ratman captain who led the team, along with a batch of rich blood mushrooms.

All of a sudden, he and the team leader started to have a great conversation. When they parted, the team leader told Qi that he would bring some good things to Qi when he came next time.

From then on, everything was perfect.

Qi gained a lot and finally became rich.

War, or rather winning war, is indeed the best way to gain everything you want in the Skaven Empire.

In such a short period of time, Qi has made up for the past three years of desolation.

Everything is so easy to get.

However, there are problems and hidden dangers. Once you embark on this path and start to plunder in the war, the choices you have will become fewer and fewer.

In this deformed country, you either keep winning and gain everything, or you are beaten back to the circle in failure.

After a short period of preparation, Qi led a larger army and began to march towards the other side of the river.

He left this mountain fortress to the old Big Claw priest, he said to the old guy.

"If I come back alive, if I am victorious, then I will come back here and bring back my exploits and my spoils."

(End of this chapter)