Lords of All: The Moving Castle of the Dead

"Damn, what did you do!"

"Why did you attack it?"

"This is terrible."

The rat people who stopped the skeletal undead from leaving were all confused by this. They were stunned for a moment. Their expressions suddenly changed and they shouted at their companions who were wielding wooden sticks.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a skeleton." The rat man, holding a wooden stick in his hand, stood there at a loss and murmured.

Other Skaven don't think so.

The city-state has long made it clear that conflicts with the undead are absolutely not allowed. As long as the undead do not attack other people, they have the right to move freely.

The undead tribe and the rat tribe are not allies. The undead activities in the rat tribe's territory are all on loan to help.

Attacking the undead was not an internal incident, but a diplomatic incident.

"I just hit it. I didn't know it would be like this." The rat man holding the wooden stick looked at his companions around him and said for help.

"You killed it! We just wanted it to put down that disgusting harpy, and we didn't ask you to kill it!" The rat people just wanted to shirk responsibility at this time.

They are just a group of passionate young people from the rat tribe.

Since he couldn't defeat the harpy, he wanted to vent his anger on the harpy's corpse. He never thought about having a conflict with the undead.

The broken bones on the ground trembled, being pulled by the soul fire, gradually coming together and rejoined, and the bones and undead returned to their original state.

"Look, it's come alive!" The rat man who witnessed this scene shouted pointing at the undead skeleton that stood up again.

The other ratmen looked over and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the intact skeletal undead.

Fortunately, fortunately, the skeleton can still move.

The soul fire in the eyes of the undead skeletons that had been reassembled locked onto the rat-man youth in front of them.

He ignored the harpy corpse beside him, but took out a bone knife and swayed towards the rat man youth.

"What is this guy doing? Is it trying to kill us?"

"He's coming!"

"Give it to him again!"

"I can not……"

"hurry up!"

"You loser, give me the stick."

The rat man snatched the wooden stick from his companion's hand, stepped forward quickly, swung the stick and hit it on the undead skeleton.

The skeletal undead swayed and stabbed the rat man with a bone knife. The rat man quickly dodged and hit him with another stick.

Wow...

The skeletal undead turned into broken bones again.

The soul fire in his eyes was beating, conveying anger.

The rat people had just breathed a sigh of relief when they realized something was wrong with the surrounding situation.

They are surrounded by skeletons!

From all directions, from the ruined houses, from the corners of the streets... skeletal undead swaying one after another came out and surrounded the rat people.

They received news that their companions had been attacked.

Someone is attacking the undead, counterattack, counterattack, counterattack.

The rat men who were cleaning up the city suddenly found that the undead stopped moving, threw away the corpses they had picked up, and gathered in one direction.

They stared blankly at the backs of the skeletons and undead, wondering what was happening.

"What's going on? They don't want the body?"

"What happened over there?"

"Follow me and have a look."

"Walk."

The residents of the city-state followed the skeletal undead curiously, and as they moved forward, the crowd grew larger and larger.

The rat man youth looked at the undead skeletons getting closer and closer, completely panicked.

"do not come."

"You guys, don't come here..."

"I didn't fight the undead, I'm innocent!"

"Get out of the way, let me go!"

The rat-man youth screamed in panic, but the undead showed no intention of stopping and continued to approach forward bit by bit.

The rat man who followed the skeleton undead heard the voice coming from inside.

That was not a person's voice. There was urgency in the voice and a sharp tone. It was from the rat tribe, and it was a young man from the rat tribe!

"What happened in there?"

"Our people are surrounded!"

"Get the skeleton out of the way."

"Why do they surround our people!"

The crowd was confused at first, then angry.

They can allow the undead to move in their cities, enter and exit freely, and collect corpses, but they cannot allow the undead to surround their own compatriots and the rat people.

"I have long felt that these skeletons have bad intentions. Look what they have done. They want to take action against us!"

"The skeletons are the lackeys of those nobles. They want to kill us."

"Everything before was just a disguise. They have never been kind. Now their tail is showing."

"Kill the skeleton and rescue the people inside!"

"Yes, get them out!"

Some radicals who were wary of the undead found an opportunity and took the opportunity to chant and encourage the rat men to attack the undead.

Normally, such calls would be loud, but no one would pay attention.

After all, the undead did help a lot.

They will fight against the infected, demons, and reduce the casualties of the Ratmen.

Go back and collect the corpses, transport them away, and make the city tidy.

But the situation was different now. Their own people were besieged, and the rat people who didn't know the reason were stirred up.

Seeing that the tribesmen were mentally shaken, the radicals immediately knew that the opportunity had come, and took out their weapons to attack the undead first.

"Kill the skeleton!"

"Kill!"

"Rescue our people!"

The Skaven, led by radicals, charged towards the undead.

The skeletal undead came here just because their companions were attacked and summoned by them.

Their attention was focused on the young ratmen inside. The ratmen suddenly attacked from behind, catching them off guard.

The skeletal undead were immediately scattered into bones under the attack of the rat men.

When the rat people saw that the skeleton could be knocked down so easily, they immediately cheered up and attacked harder.

"Attack their heads. Only by crushing their skulls will they die completely!"

"Yes, attack the head!"

"Destroy them first, then attack."

The activists shouted excitedly.

Under their reminder, many skeletal undead were killed, their soul fire dissipated, and they were completely cold.

But there are still a large number of skeletal undead, reassembled, and stood up again.

The undead skeletons that were attacked changed their attack targets and launched attacks on the surrounding ratmen.

These rat men are not soldiers, they are just ordinary people. It is no problem to deal with one or two undead skeletons, but when facing five or six undead skeletons, they are directly at a disadvantage.

From time to time, ratmen were stabbed with blood by the undead skeletons and fell to the ground groaning.

The scene was chaotic.

The chaos in the city attracted the attention of the rat soldiers, who quickly mobilized their manpower.

When they arrived at the scene, they found that their compatriots were fighting the undead. The rat soldiers didn't even ask what happened and immediately opened fire on the undead.

The people cleaning up the city were all ordinary skeleton undead, not even insect-men. The weapons they were equipped with, namely ordinary bone knives, could not withstand the attack of fully equipped rat soldiers.

Pieces of undead skeletons fell down, turning into withered bones under the attack of the rat men.

Soon, the chaos ended with all the undead being wiped out.

Not only were the young ratmen who initially attacked the undead not dead, they didn't even suffer much damage.

The rat people burst into cheers, shouting excitedly, as if they had won a great victory.

Butler and the city-state, the Skaven military camp.

"Report to commander, the riot has been suppressed." The rat soldiers entered the command post, saluted, and reported back.

"Hmm." The rat-man commander who was reading the document hummed, and then, as if he suddenly realized something, he looked at the rat-man soldier and asked, "What kind of riot?"

"There has just been a riot in the city, and our residents have had disputes with the undead." said the rat soldier.

"There was a dispute with the undead? How did you suppress it?" The commander's face turned very ugly, and he had a bad feeling.

"Report to Commander, we have wiped out all the undead." The rat soldier held his head high and said proudly.

"What! The undead have been wiped out by you!" The commander stood up and said with a changed expression.

"Uh, yes." The rat soldier realized that his commander was not happy but angry. He hesitated for a moment and then replied.

"Are you crazy? Didn't I tell you not to conflict with the undead? Why are you attacking them!" the commander roared.

"They attacked us first." The rat soldier replied confidently.

"Tell me carefully." The commander calmed down and asked after hearing this.

"Yes."

The rat soldier told the commander what he had heard.

In the depiction of the rat race, there is no young rat man in front of him to intercept the undead and let the undead put down the body. Only the undead surround the young rat man and want to attack the young rat man.

The radicals who initially attacked the undead were also described by the rat soldiers as loving rats, who had no faults but merits.

After their soldiers arrived, they cooperated with the residents in the city to eliminate the undead.

The rat soldier felt that his story was very clear and there were no problems, but the commander felt that something was wrong.

He sat down and kept thinking about the rat soldier's words, trying to find out what was wrong with his feelings.

After a long time, he suddenly asked, "Where are those young people?"

The rat soldier was stunned. He really didn't pay attention to those young people. "Um, do you need to see them?"

The commander nodded, took a deep breath and said, "They caused the incident. Naturally, I have to ask about it and find them for me."

The rat soldier responded and hurried out to look for someone.

After waiting for a while, the rat soldier finally returned, followed by several young rat men with their heads lowered.

The rat-man commander was leaning back, dragging his cheek with his left hand, looking at the young rat-men indifferently.

"Commander, the people are here." the soldier said.

The commander nodded, indicating that he could go out.

The rat soldier saluted and silently retreated.

Several young rat men carefully looked at the rat soldiers who were leaving, looked down at their toes, and seemed even more cautious.

The rat-man commander was even more certain that things were definitely not as simple as the rat-man soldier said, "Raise your head."

Several young rat men raised their heads, panic in their eyes.

The commander sat up, looked at the young ratman, and asked, "What is going on? Why are the undead besieging you? As far as I know, the undead have always been peaceful. They only come to collect the corpses and rarely interact with you." We had conflicts, let alone anything that besieged us.”

Facing the commander's question, the young ratman tensed up, "They, those skeletons, have evil intentions!"

This lie was immediately seen through by the commander. The storms and waves he had experienced were unmatched by any young ratman. If the commander couldn't tell whether he was lying or not, that would be fun.

He slammed the table hard and shouted angrily, "Tell me, what exactly have you done? Do you want to become a sinner of the rat people?"

The young rat men were startled and looked at each other, with panic visible in each other's eyes.

When things got to this point, they were far away from what they originally wanted to do.

Now, if they tell the truth, the punishment that follows will definitely be difficult for them to accept.

Only deny it to the end.

Anyway, the undead are all dead, and no one can confront them. Even if they don't admit it, there is nothing anyone can do.

"We didn't know what was going on, but they suddenly surrounded us."

"Yes, the undead attacked us first!"

"It's not our fault."

The young ratmen mustered up their courage and spoke loudly to the commander.

Well done, are you still acting with me here?

The commander snorted in his heart.

If it were for other things, he could have applauded a few young people and praised them for their courage, but now, he only felt angry.

The commander said coldly, "You have to think about it. I am giving you a chance to tell the truth. If I find out that it is not consistent with what you said, it will be a serious crime."

"Commander spare your life, it's our fault, our fault."

Just when several young ratmen were about to continue to hold on, a young man suddenly knelt on the ground and howled loudly.

The faces of the young ratmen suddenly changed, and they looked angrily at the frightened ratman.

"What are you doing?!"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's obviously the undead's fault."

Before these rat men could finish speaking, the commander stood up and shouted angrily, "Shut up!"

Then he looked at the rat man kneeling on the ground and asked, "Tell me, what is going on?"

The rat man had collapsed and told everything that had happened without hiding anything.

The commander's face turned extremely ugly after hearing this.

This is trouble.

Big trouble!

He looked at the young people in front of him, and his eyes were full of opportunities.

Just because of these guys, it is very likely that the rat tribe will go to war with the undead tribe, which will make things worse!

He knew the current situation of the rat people. They were at war with the trolls, and at the same time they were attacked by the harpies, and they were beaten hard.

Now that we have to go to war with the undead, this matter will be difficult to handle.

Whether the undead will forgive...it's almost a no-brainer.

What is the relationship between the undead and the rat people? It's just an employment relationship. If you kill their employees, will they swallow your anger?

If it were him, he wouldn't be able to tolerate such a thing.

No race can tolerate it.

This matter is no longer something he can decide. He has to tell the city lord and let him solve it.

……

"Tsk, it's better to come sooner than later. This opportunity will come." Li Ziyu looked at the news coming from the soul network, and a smile appeared on his face.

"What's going on?" Zhang Peng looked over and saw Li Ziyu's happy smile and couldn't help but ask.

"What a good thing, the Rat Man gave me an excuse to send troops." Li Ziyu said with a laugh.

"The rat man is too stupid, what's going on?" Liu Xingxing also became energetic. He didn't care about the fight, he just wanted to hear the gossip.

Li Ziyu told the two of them that the undead had just besieged the young rat man, and the rat warriors attacked the undead and eliminated many undead.

"It's really an opportunity." Zhang Peng nodded after hearing this.

There are tens of thousands of undead in Butler and the city-state. If Li Ziyu uses this as an excuse to start a war, no one will be able to find fault.

This is because the Rat Man himself gave Li Ziyu the opportunity to start a war.

"The undead are gathering at the border, ready to invade the Ratman territory at any time!"

Li Ziyu did not hesitate at all and gave orders to the undead in the soul network.

The undead remaining in the undead territory immediately started to move, gathering from all directions and swarming to the border, forming a terrifying undead army.