From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 372: Grand Gathering, Goblin Carnival
The meeting was over, but Sheng Qi's matter was not over yet.

Bring a few gifts to the two loyalist rat priests.

Purchase a batch of miscellaneous goods from the Rat Lord's caravan.

Go and listen to the big-clawed priest chattering about his ideas.

Finally, offer a devout sacrifice to the great god in the original temple.

This set of procedures was followed almost every major group in the Ratman Empire.

Sheng Qi is indeed a talented guy, a qualified ratman socialite, and a guy who is naturally good at moving between various forces.

Every empire needs a guy like Sheng Qi, and even this twisted and deformed Ratman Empire is no exception.

It’s just that the Ratman Empire needs a Ratman socialite, but that doesn’t mean the Ratman Empire needs a Ratman High Priest who is a socialite.

………….

Something big happened on that vast scarlet grassland.

Through the accumulation of generation after generation, and through the thinking of one wise sage after another.

We are going to be free from the abuse of those cruel guys and we are going to stand up.

A huge group of goblins, so numerous that one could not see the end of them, gathered together at the time when the harvest season was about to come, and pushed the goblin with the loudest voice onto the platform.

The great Goblin Kingdom was thus established.

The goblins gathered here began to cheer loudly at this moment.

The sound spread in all directions.

As the mushroom cultivation theory of the Big Claw Priests matured, large numbers of cave mushrooms began to appear in the underground cities of the ratmen. Food became extremely abundant, and cave mushrooms became increasingly cheaper.

Now, one of the cave mushrooms is worth nothing more than a dried blood mushroom made from low-quality blood mushrooms.

This situation attracted the rat farmers. After all, the laborious digging of rivers and laying of grasslands were not as convenient as directly dumping baskets of cave mushrooms into their farms.

Moreover, there is more food here, maybe it can attract the goblins from the farm next door as well.

Of course, such a strategy is not difficult at all and will naturally attract imitation.

Starting from the first rat farmer doing this, soon all the rat farmers across the vast grassland chose to imitate him.

Countless cave mushrooms were dumped on this scarlet grassland like garbage.

While consuming the surplus from those grow rooms, it also triggered a surge in the number of goblins on the scarlet grassland.

There are goblins everywhere. In the scarlet grassland at this time, if you throw a stone randomly, you might hit a goblin, or even more than one.

It was a jaw-dropping scene, but the rat farmers were delighted.

Today is destined to be a bumper year with abundance as the theme for them.

That's what they thought.

But there is always some discrepancy between imagination and reality, and these goblins seem to have been prepared for this situation.

They gathered together and started running wildly across the grassland.

Something was amiss.

Things started to go in a strange direction.

This year's harvest day was brought forward because the rat farmers who were originally watching the fun suddenly discovered a very embarrassing problem.

Even if they fought non-stop on this grassland, they probably wouldn't be able to catch them all in a short time.

Small groups of not-so-weak ratmen emerged from various parts of the scarlet grassland, not to fight civil wars or to say hello to their counterparts next door in a friendly manner, but to reap the rewards.

And there is another big variable, which is the group of goblins that continue to gather together and expand in size.

Well, this isn't a particularly big inconvenience.

But there were too many goblins.

The scale was too large, like a school of sardines. The rat farmers mobilized a larger army and hired rat mercenaries to participate in the harvest. Then the group of madly running goblins quickly left the area. Even if large pieces were bitten off, as long as they could successfully enter the area of ​​other rat farmers, they could basically escape.

If these harvesting teams actively invade the farms of other rat farmers, then it will become a war between rats.

And if they don't gather enough strength, then these goblins, whose numbers are hundreds or thousands times greater than those of the ratmen, will even want to say goodbye to these farmers.

It is true that some smart guys were born among the goblins.

Now, the problem arises.

No matter what the rat farmer wanted to say or how he responded, at this moment, what he faced was just a simple and direct question.

There are too many goblins!
A ratman farmer, unbelieving in evil, emerged from the underground tunnel with his guards.

He wanted to kill all the goblins who dared to resist.

Amidst the angry roars, the goblins did not see the desired scene and did not flee in all directions.

Instead, they gathered together in a black mass, staring at the roaring rat farmer.

The gap in numbers between the two sides is too big.

A grumpy ratman farmer, he brought his own private army of five thousand ratmen of all kinds, armed with all kinds of weapons from spears to magic guns.

On the other side, there were two million goblins, holding all kinds of weapons, from stones to bone clubs, to a huge group of bare-handed goblins.

The king of the Goblin Kingdom, the goblin who had just been pushed onto the platform, began to roar loudly!
The goblins began to charge in a black mass, rushing over like a tsunami.

No, something is wrong! The rat farmer realized something was wrong.

"Damn it! You damned guys!"

"Ah!" The irritable rat farmer was drowned in an angry roar.

This victory made the goblins even more excited.

All of a sudden, the goblins became excited. Amid all kinds of chaotic noises and exaggerated shouts, such news was spread to all parts of the scarlet grassland.

A kingdom of goblins was established, and a goblin with a loud voice became the king. His shout was so loud that the ratmen were defeated by them.

Just like that, countless goblins began to actively gather here, and the number of goblins accumulated to a terrifying number in a very short time.

Four million, five million, it's hard to estimate. There are too many goblins, such a huge group that it is difficult to calculate the exact number.

But just this estimated number is terrifying enough.

And this scale is not the end. There are still an endless stream of goblins gathering from all directions, gathering around the natural king of goblins, the loud goblin, Big Voice.

The matter has become a complete fuss.

The rat farmers gathered together and stared at each other.

This year was indeed a year of bumper harvest, but they were attacked by the goblins they had planted.

It's not that there is no room for easing the situation. As long as these rat farmers can sit down calmly, choose to tolerate their colleagues arbitrarily crossing the line on their farms, and pull out their guards to form a rat coalition, and don't even have to spend blood mushrooms to hire rat mercenaries, then this riot will not be a big problem.

But can it be done?

It was difficult, compared to the chaotic, out-of-control Payday, the faces of my colleagues were just as ugly and infuriating.

The possibility of uniting has suddenly disappeared, but if we don't unite, we will hinder each other and will not allow colleagues to cross the line or other ratmen to touch our cultivated crops. How should this matter be handled?
The rat farmer thought about this problem for a long time, but he couldn't come up with a suitable solution.

In fact, there is no need to worry too much about these issues. Just wait and this group of goblins will naturally fall apart. After all, this grassland simply cannot support so many goblins. Such a chaotic scene occurs because of the cave mushrooms that these rat farmers continuously dump on the grassland.

Over time, due to food shortages, these goblins will naturally collapse.

It's just too undignified.

In the end, it was the rat lords who cleaned up their mess.

These huge numbers of goblins have seriously hindered the trade routes maintained by the ratman lords.

Although the underground tunnels connecting the various cities of the rat people have basically been opened, these underground tunnels are not wide enough. Many large commodities, some huge bronze bells, transported war equipment, and some large and small packages of things cannot be transported through the underground tunnels.

The rat lords are already trying to change this situation, but at least for now, ground caravans consisting of a large number of giant rats, rat mercenaries, and various trailers are still the main force of rat transportation.

At this time, these overly noisy and irritating goblins caused great trouble to the passage of the caravan.

This was something the rat lords could not tolerate in any way. They didn't care about the so-called established rules of the rat farmers, nor did they care about this group of guys joining together to plunder other rats and goblins.

Skaven Overlords are a more powerful authority than Skaven Farmers.

Soon, an army retreated from the main continent behind the Twin Fortresses, led by a black guy with a huge sword on his back.

The ratman army this guy brought was not large, only about 20,000 in number, but he was not afraid of the upcoming war at all.

He was cursing all the time.

"Damn you, damn you rat farmer, you can't even suppress a few goblins! You're such a loser! Such a useless idiot! Such damn garbage!"

It was the black-haired guy. After leaving the flag, this guy went straight to the ratman lord.

It stands to reason that as a rat warlord who was also appointed by the Rat War, he should not get close to the rat lord, but how to say it, compared to honor and hatred, he cares more about war. This guy is a pure warmongerer.

He cared more about the power in his hands and the progress of the war. The reason why he did not have time to evacuate during the first expedition of the Eastern Expeditionary Force was because the fighting was too intense during that period. When other rat warlords either died or retreated, he was still gathering the fleeing rat warriors and fighting to the death with humans in the continuous mountains.

Then, the Golden Province was taken back by humans, and his retreat was cut off. He could only fight guerrilla warfare against humans in these continuous mountains.

It was not until the expedition was restarted and the Golden Province was once again conquered that he, a long-forgotten and unknown guy, was finally able to withdraw from this place.

Then he was severely educated by the progressive times.

If Qi hadn't saved his life, he would have been hanged to death there.

After leaving the flag, after briefly understanding the current situation of the Ratman Empire and the situation on the front line, Heimao chose to approach the Ratman Lord without hesitation. There was no other reason for making such a choice.

At this moment, on this battlefield, only the rat lords could support him to go to the battlefield, and could bring him enough rat troops to allow him to continue the war.

So it is no surprise that he joined the Ratman Lord.

But how should I put it, the ratman lords did not show too much attention to Black Hair's surrender, nor did they show too much indifference.

How to put it, a very calm attitude, even with a bit of contempt, may be related to the fact that Heimao was once Shuzhan's subordinate.

Heimao was very unhappy about this. He felt that he was being looked down upon. The first task assigned to him after he joined the army was to wipe out the goblins.

How could the Goblins be his opponents?

After harshly cursing the rat farmers who caused all this, Heimao left another harsh sentence at the end.

"And you, damned rat priests!"

There was no abuse against the Rat Lords. Others would differentiate between the Rat Priests and the Rat Lords, but these old members of the Rat War would know that these two groups of guys were the same kind of people.

Heimao was extremely angry about this contempt, but in the end he still endured it.

how to say.

All I can say is that although these rat lords are infuriating in this way or that, their wealth and power are real.

The 20,000-strong army of Heimao is made up entirely of storm rats. Yes, all of them. Not to mention the weapons, equipment, and logistics of the army in the hands of these storm rats.

But these storm rats are not cheap stuff.

If Heimao were asked to accumulate these storm rats bit by bit, he would definitely not be able to do it. Not to mention the cost of blood mushrooms, but he just didn't have the channels to get so many storm rats.

The power of blood mushrooms is real, and it is impossible to ignore and move people.

(End of this chapter)