From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 400: Greedy Beast
Across the rolling hills, the rioting slave rats became increasingly difficult to control.

The momentum was so huge that it swept in all directions.

The mines in this rugged area supported the abuses of these guys and provided enough slave rats and soldiers.

Another mine cave has fallen.

A group of big claw priests were hung high up.

A large number of slave rats were driven out of the mines by their compatriots who were not working. Most of them had looks of confusion and fear on their faces.

But they have no choice in what happens.

There were chaotic shouts, and big claw priests were killed one by one while struggling. Simple weapons were distributed to these lowly guys who were just digging ore, and then they came out in a large number.

Soon, everything calmed down.

All that was left was this chaotic tunnel and the various destroyed and abandoned equipment.

The rioting rats swept in all directions.

Of course, they're not just destroying.

In the process of sweeping all directions, some things were intentionally collected, such as blood mushrooms and soul gems.

This land, the land where the half-elf kingdom once sat, is extremely rich, with many mineral veins hidden beneath the rolling mountains.

The rat people will naturally not give up these riches.

With the unscrupulous excavation and the towering blast furnaces, the environment in this area has been deteriorating.

Today, the land is hardened, the rocks are exposed, everything is brown, and sandstorms are beginning to spread.

The rioting slave rats ran head-on into a group of rat mercenaries that had broken into the area.

The two sides began to fight in chaos.

Compared to the fight that broke out in Prairie City not long ago, this conflict was really not impressive enough.

A large number of slave rats, holding all kinds of messy things in their hands, faced a group of guys not far away who were also in a mess and holding all kinds of things in their hands.

The Ratman Mercenaries began to pull the triggers in the chaos, and the randomly shot out magic energy beams successfully stopped the slave rats' charge.

These messy guys are extremely sensitive to the death of their companions, or to use another adjective, these guys are extremely cowardly.

They fled everywhere, hiding behind piles of rocks, dead trees, and even the corpses of other slave rats.

He trembled and even began to pray to the great God.

In such a situation, even if the number of slave rats is a hundred times that of your rat mercenaries, the final situation is unlikely to change significantly.

After all, no matter how many cowardly and weak guys gather together, they can't change anything.

These rat mercenaries became bolder. After witnessing this scene, they began to put down the magic firearms in their hands and took out the ropes one by one. They seemed to be ready to launch a charge.

That's the time.

Suddenly, some unique guys walked out from among the slave rats.

The expressions of these guys were particularly dull, holding the same silver-white weapons in their hands. They seemed to have no fear and rushed towards the rat mercenaries in such chaos.

A fierce firefight broke out.

But at this moment, the situation was reversed.

The Ratman Mercenary Group was defeated in a very short period of time. Even the leader did not have time to escape as he was surrounded by this group of dazed ratmen who were not afraid of death.

A short figure walked out from behind these stunned guys.

With a look of fear on the face of the leader, he raised the blood-stained draft in his hand high up. With a crisp sound, his head seemed as fragile as a watermelon, and red and white splashed everywhere.

not end yet.

The short figure pulled a dark blue gem out of the arms of the fallen leader in front of him.

To some extent, there are some slave rats who have made a name for themselves.

After all, there are just about as many slave rats as there are who escape every year to become the first generation of free ratmen, and there are some who have made it big among them.

For example, this fallen ratman leader, he was just an escaped slave rat at first, but now he has become the leader of a ratman mercenary group, which is an extremely exaggerated leap.

The stories contained in it must be extremely exciting.

So why, why does the status of slave rats seem to always be like this, existing as the most lowly creatures?

The reasons are actually not complicated.

These guys who came out of the slave rats are no longer willing to admit that they are slave rats.

The rats always try to climb up. After all, the identity of slave rats can bring them nothing, so they naturally won't be attached to such an identity.

These guys are a very practical bunch.

Not to mention these slave rats, just the big-clawed priests, who wouldn't envy the rat priests?

How great it would be if I had received the blessing of God and become a real ratman priest before I grew big claws.

Identity labels clearly represent power and status in the Ratman Empire. If there is a slight possibility of climbing up, they will never be attached to their current identity labels.

Those who are proud of their identity are always a small group in the Ratman Empire.

After defeating those rat mercenaries again and again.

This group of slave rats gradually began to come into the sight of the big businessmen in Waste City. These guys had to admit that the cost of suppressing this group of guys was constantly rising. The rat mercenaries were also a group of very practical guys.

Although they are a group of hyenas who can do anything for the blood mushrooms, they are not stupid and will not take the initiative to target some obviously troublesome guys.

At the beginning, these ratmen merchants only needed to post a bounty and give out some blood mushrooms, and then these ratmen mercenaries would rush over like sharks smelling blood. However, after losing several ratmen mercenaries in succession, the bounty alone was no longer enough to make them rush over on their own initiative.

These ratmen businessmen must come up with something more practical.

For example, giving some deposit.

The costs had risen predictably, causing these ratmen merchants to frown.

Thus, a policy of amnesty came into being naturally.

A large cart loaded with blood mushrooms appeared in the distance.

This was a welcome gift, sent to the place where the group of slave rats gathered.

There is no doubt that these rat merchants are prudent in their work. Unless you have irreconcilable conflicts of principle with them, they will make you feel at home in every aspect. In this respect, they are professional. In fact, these rat merchants have already given face to these rebellious slave rats.

If the temple guards hadn't recently done something big, they would definitely not have gone to this extent.

The cart filled with blood mushrooms swayed to a remote corner of the rolling hills.

A big-clawed priest with a flattering smile on his face jumped off the cart.

The slave rats, with different expressions on their faces, surrounded the big-clawed priest and the cart behind him, but they did not take action immediately.

Even among this group of guys there are some who directly execute the Big Claw Priests and even eat their flesh and blood.

But after the anger slowly subsided, he couldn't get rid of that fear, as if he was born shorter than these guys.

This is an extremely complex emotion.

If I must put it in a specific way, it might be like a solid stamp engraved with all the experiences of being domesticated from birth to rage.

Just like livestock are afraid of their masters.

This description is a bit weird, but it is also the most appropriate.

Finally, after some negotiations, the cart and the big-clawed priest on it were brought into the camp to meet the slave rat leader who started the riot and continued to drag more slave rats to join the riot.

Those ratmen businessmen offered a price that was not low.

At least they felt that such a price would not be rejected by a slave rat.

But the real situation slapped them hard in the face.

They didn't understand why that stupid guy was so stupid, but he really annoyed them.

It's just a slave rat with a group of slave rats.

It's just a slave rat with a group of slave rats!

Soon after, these big businessmen in the Waste Slag City began to mobilize their own forces.

In fact, the foundation of these guys and Waste City does not seem to be that deep. It can even be said that this is a force formed by a group of losers who gathered together during the changing times.

But unfortunately, they have now become one of the three poles of the entire Ratman Empire.

And the things it relies on are not complicated, in fact, they are extremely simple and easy to understand.

Those are blood mushrooms, lots and lots of blood mushrooms.

Yes, it's that simple, they have a lot of blood mushrooms, lots and lots of blood mushrooms, and that's enough.

The large amount of blood mushrooms that were splashed finally mobilized the rat mercenaries gathered in the Waste City.

Those super-large rat mercenary groups, those equipped with magic guns, lightning cannons, steam tanks, and even rat warships, began to take action.

At one time, more than ten super-large rat mercenary groups, with a total number of more than three million rat mercenaries, gathered together. They used the steam trains provided by the rat merchants, dragging all kinds of weapons and war machines, and began to rush to the rolling hills.

This is an extremely terrifying war potential that requires no preparation and can be mobilized at any time.

It is also the best embodiment of the power of the blood mushroom.

The departure of so many rat mercenaries failed to make Waste City even less deserted.

This mega city really has a feeling of feasting and revelry, with countless ratmen shuttling around in it, and complex spider-web-like steam railways running through the city.

Dazzling objects are displayed in the shops, and the rockets are still being launched.

Of course, this city is not always so glamorous and beautiful. Behind the prosperity is the crime that is happening all the time.

Murder, theft, robbery, fraud, and competition at all costs.

Although these seem to have never been separated from the ratmen, the Waste City is somewhat different from every ratman city that has ever existed.

All the sins in it are gradually pointing to one thing.

That's the blood mushroom, that's money.

In this abnormal and budding torrent, all old things are being torn to pieces, and a new set of rules is gradually emerging.

The roar of the steam train, another group of ratmen, or a batch of goods, in short, a steady stream of things are being drawn into the city.

Such a torrent gradually made the ratmen priests unable to cope with it.

The most notable example is the senior Skaven priest who was forced to step down from his position as Skaven Councillor.

A group of young rat-men freemen destroyed his caravan and his business, causing him to lose everything and forcing him to resign from his position as rat-men councillor.

Among them, you can see a lot of conspiracies, and even the presence of his colleagues and other ratmen councilors.

But no matter what, on the surface, he was defeated by a group of ratmen free people.

This brought about extremely bad consequences, although this guy angrily tore all these presumptuous challengers to pieces at the last moment.

Many of those ratman freemen merchants were hung at the junction of the inner and outer cities of the Waste City. Another senior ratman priest replaced him as a ratman councilor, but in the end, some things were no longer the same as before.

The rat priests themselves probably had not expected that the beasts they created, this unparalleled super city, and those guys chasing the blood mushrooms, all of these had become somewhat difficult to control in such a short period of time, and there were even signs of a backlash against them.

But few of them thought of turning back or braking.

There are a few non-crazy guys among the rat people.

These rat-man priests were probably eaten by the beast the moment they created it.

Chasing gifts, chasing status, chasing power, chasing everything, chasing blood mushrooms, chasing money.

Then he was eaten by the beast.

Chased by money.

It is very interesting to see the current situation in the Skaven Empire: a newly born greedy beast, an arrogant guy who wants to control all the Skavens, and a group of worshippers who cling to their beliefs.

Among these guys, two want to compete for the future, and one wants to maintain the present, but they all exist in the same era.

I just don’t know who will win in the end and who will truly get what they want.

Of course, this is all for later.

Nowadays, everyone has their own troubles to deal with.

Just like the war of suppression that is about to take place in the hills.

(End of this chapter)