Chapter 190, Redemption

The gathered army of wolf-orcs encountered the rat-people head-on on the grassland.

Rat War kept his word, and the Rat Caravan that offered the highest bid was qualified to follow the army. But there was a problem, the one that offered the highest bid did not necessarily have the right to be the only Rat Caravan to follow the army.

The vicious rat war has exacted an extreme price.

The big claw priests who were in charge of the ratman caravans also had red eyes.

The war had to go on. The rats made no attempt to avoid the battle, nor did they hide in the scarlet pits for defense. Perhaps the rats had not expected that the situation of the war would change so drastically in such a short period of time.

From shrinking in anger to solidifying in greed, the cooperation between the rat priests and the rat warlords can indeed greatly change some things. Once upon a time, both sides had stepped onto the battlefield together under the will of God, but now they are drifting apart.

Soon after the Rat Knights noticed the approaching huge army, the Ratmen themselves arrived in front of this equally huge grassland coalition.

In the endless black tide, pairs of scarlet eyes were cast forward, with desire, expectation, and perhaps more.

The brutal fight did not require any warm-up. No matter from what angle the attack was made, no matter how the running knights divided them, the rats were particularly tenacious this time.

Is this a war?
Maybe not.

You can't see any fear or hesitation on these guys' faces, nor can you see any pause in their movements.

Even though death is happening all the time, being trampled, beheaded, and pierced by arrows.

The wails before death were so harsh.

But more guys were still so happy, anxious, and impatient, and rushed to the battlefield regardless of everything.

The black tide is no longer so calm, the waves are surging.

The exchange ratio of the ratmen in battle has always been very tragic, and this war is no exception, ten, twenty, thirty, or perhaps more.

Fortunately, the war attracted a huge number of ratmen.

The still warm corpses were trampled wantonly. The blood and flesh of the ratmen painted the vast grassland like paint, with a hint of red, accompanied by the euphoric and crazy laughter and the sharp and twisted roar.

Not to mention that the coalition forces of the three tribes were stunned, even the wolf knights were also somewhat panicked.

No matter how elite and fanatical a warrior is, he is still a warrior. He will be afraid, shaken, and scared.

But madmen are different; madmen are different.

Three hundred blood mushrooms are enough to drive most of the ratmen crazy.

A young ratman who is qualified to be added to the ratman army, the most important and best-selling product of the Big Claw Priest to support the operation of the breeding house, only needs a blood mushroom.

Ratmen of all sizes have long been priced, and the prices are even gradually decreasing in this era of great change, in this era when the gods are spreading their gifts to all directions.

Those numerous, numerous rat people are becoming more and more mean.

Once upon a time, when the underground rat city was just beginning to be built, every newly born ratman had the opportunity to choose his own destiny. Even if he could not become a ratman priest chosen by the great gods, bravery on the battlefield was still an option.

At that time, every newborn ratman could receive a blood mushroom when he was born.

Today, more and more rat cities are being built, and more and more rat breeding rooms are appearing. At every moment of the day, a large number of rats are born in crowded and dim breeding houses and are picked like commodities.

There are more and more defective rats, coming from the endless infighting in the breeding houses.

The rats have no respect for ethics and have never respected them. They also don't care about blood ties. The increasingly dark and narrow breeding houses restrict the lives of the female rats used for breeding. Their fat bodies and endless mating.

With your own descendants, with your own descendants' descendants, and with your own descendants' descendants.

Deformed children, blood diseases, mania, dementia, this series of messy diseases were discovered by the rats one by one, and the way of dealing with them was also very unified, killing and recycling. The rat priests had discovered this problem a long time ago. The breeding house would face such problems if it operated for a long time. There was a solution, which was simple and crude.

When the underground rat farm was just getting on track, the Big Claw Priests at that time would expel the worn-out female ratmen from the breeding house and abandon them at will in any tunnel of the underground rat city.

Most of these abandoned female ratmen will disappear soon and become corpses waiting to be processed in the complex tunnel network.

A small number of them survived and became the mistresses worshipped in the deserted corners of the underground rat city. They also became the source of the rat plague that could never be eradicated in the underground rat city.

Not every female ratman can endure endless childbirth, and not every female ratman can bear the wear and tear brought about by reproduction.

These females are rare.

time flies.

As more and more breeding houses emerge, this problem that has never been truly solved still plagues every Big Claw Priest who runs a breeding house.

But now, more Big Claw Priests have chosen to let it go. They are no longer forced to provide qualified soldiers, and blood mushrooms are no longer provided to every newborn ratman.

The chaotic breeding continued endlessly, and more and more newborn ratmen were born incomplete, weak, and humble.

After a long period of development, the average physique of the rat people under Du Yuan began to deteriorate.

The blood is becoming more and more turbid and inferior, but no one cares about it.

As more and more breeding rooms were built, the rats became more and more humble.

A normal, healthy, not overly weak and emaciated young ratman only needs a blood mushroom. Even if he has already passed through that turbid and lowly bloodline, even if this normal, healthy, not overly weak and emaciated young ratman has passed through that increasingly turbid and lowly bloodline, he is a lucky one who can be picked out from a hundred ratman newborns.

It's only worth a blood mushroom.

The horrible, deformed chain had already taken shape, and the possibility of breaking free from this chain had always existed and had always been known to all the ratmen.

Become a priest, become a Skaven priest, become a Skaven priest serving the great gods.

The lucky ones have always been a minority. In this era, the great gods have become increasingly distant, and even the glory of the gods has become obscure and tied up high in the increasingly vast kingdom.

But it does not prevent these lowly rats from looking up. It does not prevent these lowly rats from looking up.

Maybe Du Yuan has already noticed it, maybe Du Yuan is not sure, maybe Du Yuan is already sure and casts a complicated gaze.

A vague priesthood had already vaguely emerged in front of Du Yuan, a word that seemed like it should never be touched by him.

A bright, hazy, and brilliant word.

redemption.

"Great God, please have mercy on me.

Great God, please protect me.

Please save me, great God."

The twisted country was built by Du Yuan's indulgence. The suffering of the rat people is inseparable from Du Yuan, and the rat people pray to Du Yuan for salvation.

Begging desperately to this evil god who created everything.

Du Yuan watched all this, Du Yuan observed all this, Du Yuan listened to the wailing and wails of countless ratmen, and chose to remain silent.

(End of this chapter)