From Skaven to God-King of War

The Royal Knights entered the battlefield, Caesar took the lead, his agile Pegasus jumped high, and raised his long sword with a bright light in his hand.

It fell heavily.

The target was a simple fortress. On the fortress, the panicked faces of the big claw priests had not yet disappeared, and the slave rats were still struggling to push the heavy lightning cannon.

They did not expect Caesar's sudden intrusion, and the expression on their faces froze at this moment.

The bright light engulfed them and they died just like that.

In this chaotic and large-scale battlefield, the power of one person is very slim.

As long as the power does not exceed a limit, there is no way to change the direction of the war in a short time and influence this war.

Whether it is Rat War or Caesar, neither of them has transcended this range.

They are powerful, but they cannot win the war alone.

A single existence is not enough, but it can be transformed into a flag.

Caesar stood on the abandoned fortress that was baptized by the bright light. At this moment, his figure could be seen by everyone on the battlefield.

Let the soldiers be excited and let the enemies be afraid.

The war in the region is coming to an end quickly.

The holy war army has gained a foothold in the complex gully area dug by the rats.

Of course, the rat war is also watching what is happening here.

But as arrogant as he is, he still has that high-handed attitude.

Looking down at everything in front of him, he is so dismissive of what is happening. Indeed, it is not time to panic.

In this first collision, the human holy war army only ate a small area in the long defense line built by the rats.

As for the casualties, in every war, the rats always die in large numbers, without exception, the weak, the strong, all kinds of rats, as long as they participate in the war, they will always die.

Even those rat warlords who were already considered big shots died one after another.

They turned into a cold corpse and were randomly abandoned on the battlefield.

Even if they were already big shots.

In fact, at the end of the expedition, when attacking a small human city, the unlucky rat warlord who was pierced by a crossbow cart met such a result.

Being pierced by a thick crossbow arrow and pressed on the ground, the strong physique brought by the blood mushroom was not so easy to die. Even if he suffered such injuries, he could still wail loudly.

Of course, the rats could not save him. After all, for the rats, the concept of medical treatment did not exist.

Died in despair while wailing, a rat warlord died just like that, under the gaze of all the rats.

But what about it.

Rat War threw out the cheese again now. Soon, the name of the rat warlord will be lowered in the merit list, as if it is raised a little higher and stretched out a little more claws to really hold it.

This piece of cheese will also play its due effect.

There will definitely be a lucky one.

Useful and effective.

Rat Zhan looked down at the guy who was dazzling on the battlefield.

Such a gaze also attracted Caesar's look back.

To some extent, Rat Zhan did not think Caesar could be his opponent.

But Caesar straightened his back at this moment, and Caesar wanted to kill Rat Zhan.

This is not a kind of enemy.

Rat Zhan is too arrogant and arrogant, looking down on everything.

At the moment when the two sides looked at each other, a sneer appeared on Rat Zhan's cold face.

Turning his head, the dangerous and ugly figure of the rat man disappeared from Caesar's sight.

This battle determined the fate of Rat Zhan and the human empire in a sense.

If the Rat War wins, it means that the rear of the Human Empire will be completely corrupted and fallen. After all, if such a huge army is lost here, which side in the Human Empire can fight against the Rat War? Perhaps the noble coalition blocking the border between the two continents can still resist the Rat War, but their departure will only open up another more dangerous hole.

The Ratman's sea transportation line is not stable enough, but the Ratman gathered outside the Black Fortress has really reached a scale that is difficult to estimate.

And if the Human Crusade wins, it can only defeat the Rat War.

The mobilization efficiency of the Ratman Empire is indeed gradually reaching an unimaginable peak. In the case of setbacks in this war, under the watchful eyes of the guy who has not left yet.

The endless team ran across the territory of the Ratman Empire, crossing the corrupt forest, the vast scarlet grassland, the desert, and the underground tunnel, and was sent to the battlefield.

Industrial zones, burning blast furnaces, bloody cultivation rooms deep underground, and countless breeding houses.

The goblins that the rats kept in captivity finally ushered in the harvest time during this period and were sent to various parts of the rat kingdom. The abundance of sacrifices has greatly increased the stability of the rat empire, and also solved a big problem for the big claw priests in charge of the cave mushroom cultivation rooms.

Well, although the mass death of plants did not cause a huge blow to the production of cave mushrooms, those woods with rotten smells can still be used as the growth base of cave mushrooms, but it seems to be a little bit worse. In the process of cultivating cave mushrooms from generation to generation, the big claw priests have made many attempts.

A large amount of accumulated blood and flesh mixed with feces sawdust, cave mushroom spores, and a small amount of blood mushrooms, these things mixed together can give the most impressive yield.

Their cultivation of cave mushrooms is no longer the random pile-up of the past.

In fact, this process has become more complicated and bloody now.

In the long night, the supply of blood and flesh has become a problem. The front line is constantly pushing forward, and those unintelligent animals have died in the long night.

In order to find substitutes, these big claw priests have set their sights on many things.

Slave rats, rat freemen, and those defective rats hiding in the dark corners of the rat city.

Rarely, a series of city cleanup campaigns began, but the effect was not so good. Those defective ratmen could hide in the dark corners of the ratman city for a long time, so it was not so easy to be captured.

But another group of guys were swept away in large numbers.

Those ratman ghouls, who devoured too many corpses of their own kind and gradually became mindless beasts.

Tougher skin, ferocious claws, and almost beastly instincts could not save these ratman ghouls.

They were captured in large numbers, then chopped and mixed into sawdust to serve as the growth base of cave mushrooms.

Such sweeps were carried out for several rounds until the big claw priests found that it was not cost-effective for them to do so, and then gradually stopped.

The ratman mercenaries exchanged too many blood mushrooms in their hands with these skinny things without much meat.

This is a big problem, a big problem.

A big problem that gradually gave more and more big claw priests a headache, until the goblins in the hands of the ratman farmers began to be listed on the market on a large scale.

Three goblins can be exchanged for one blood mushroom in the sacrificial ceremony, and the price of goblins is also determined according to this situation.

In the past, the price of these goblins was a little more expensive, and it was possible to exchange one goblin for one blood mushroom.

A large number of rat priests who want to offer sacrifices to the gods and temple guards who need sacrifices to maintain the daily sacrificial rituals of the temple are willing to pay enough premium to buy these living goblins.

But recently, the price has fluctuated.

Too many goblins.

These goblins are much more adaptable than ratmen.

They spread wildly on the scarlet grassland like wild horses, and even the long night did not bother these goblins at all.

The surprising vitality may be related to the increasingly scarlet grasslands. These goblins seem to have reached a certain degree of symbiotic relationship with this scarlet grassland.

But for the ratmen, this is a good thing.

But it may not be the case for these rat farmers.

During this period, the various rat farmers ran wildly on their farms day and night, occasionally going to the neighbor's house to watch and fight with each other.

A steady stream of goblins were tied with hemp ropes and brought back from the increasingly lush scarlet grassland.

These excessive goblins were piled up in the rat city, and even once overwhelmed the number of rats in the city. The noisy and harsh creaking sound was simply dizzying.

It was exaggerated to the extreme.

The price will naturally fall. Don't think about having a premium again. Even the value it can have cannot be maintained. Three goblins can be exchanged for a blood mushroom in the sacrificial ceremony, but three goblins just caught from the scarlet grassland cannot buy the price of a blood mushroom.

After all, the temple guards will not allow these rat farmers to use these unimaginably large goblins to fill the blood pool in the temple day and night.

Taking these goblins to other cities would cause losses that these rat farmers could not afford.

Blood mushrooms are highly bound to gods, and these rat farmers are obviously not qualified to touch matters related to gods.

If it is a rat war, no matter how many goblins there are, they can be sent away on the spot in a sacrifice, and the blood pool and temple can be dug and built on the spot, but these rat farmers are obviously not qualified.

Long-term accumulation will also cause losses.

If they cannot handle it, the blood mushrooms that can be obtained will be lost.

They can only give up their own interests to the rat lords and temple guards in exchange for their purchase of these goblins.

In the end, the price of goblins stabilized at one blood mushroom for ten goblins.

For every blood mushroom a rat farmer gets, he has to offer two blood mushrooms to the rat lords and temple guards.

But this is not a bad thing. At least after giving enough, the rat lords finally moved their gradually red eyes away. This was only possible with the mediation of the temple guards.

Before the real explosion, no one thought that the benefits could be so rich.

The huge goblins flowed into various parts of the rat kingdom, greatly easing the troubles of the big claw priests who operated the cultivation room. Although those rat caravans were not honest, they collected goblins for ten goblins and one blood mushroom, but they sold them to these big claw priests at the original price of three goblins for one blood mushroom.

This was a friendly price given by most of these rat caravans because they had long-term trade relations with the cultivation room.

However, a crisis that might have led to a reduction in the production of cave mushrooms was finally eliminated with the help of the goblins.

One by one, the goblins were thrown into the executioners made by the big claw priests who tinkered with the machinery with horrified expressions. In the rotation of the huge gears, their bones were turned into a pile of fine meat paste.

The slave rats turned the lever in their hands with difficulty while being whipped.

The processing process is not over yet. In the complex mechanical structure, the meat paste is thrown into a huge drum. More things are continuously transported to this drum, including feces, sawdust, blood mushrooms, meat paste, and brown cave mushroom spores with a faint odor.

During the stirring, a pool of indescribable sticky substance appeared in the cave deep underground.

Finally, it was put into a large long iron box in an orderly manner.

Carried by slave rats into some specially excavated square caves, one after another regular stone walls stood in the square caves, like pages of books that were neatly separated by a distance.

This is an efficient way to use space.

This is the advanced planting room that has recently emerged in the Rat Empire.

Some stone walls are already covered with fat cave mushrooms. Most of these cave mushrooms that have been cultivated for generations are black all over.

Only after cutting can you see the white meat.

The slave rats are busy picking mushrooms in the caves, and the cleaned stone walls will soon be coated with culture medium and sticky substances made by the big claw priests.

In fact, the Rat Empire is still moving forward, and you can already find the existence of machinery in many places.

But how to say it, the direction of application is not so beautiful.

But it is practical enough to support the uninterrupted war of this twisted country.

Whether it is the day and night charge in front of the dark fortress, the sea confrontation of Rope Seven, or the cruel war of the Rat War.

It depends on these increasingly progressive and transformed measures.

It depends on the huge resources that the Rat Empire allocates continuously.

This allocation is also an incredible thing for the rats.

The human empire can't do such a large-scale allocation at all.

Such incredible things are happening every moment in the Rat Kingdom at this time.

The importance of white rats to the Rat Empire is almost unimaginable.

Even though he hadn't been on the battlefield for a long time, every war depended on his support.

This was what Shu Zhan had never understood.

War was no longer a simple one-on-one fight. In Bai Shu's eyes, his little actions were simply laughable.