Chapter 251: Those Humble Guys

But this honest performance will not bring them more benefits.

The temple guards offered a higher price for this group of slave rats from the main continent.

If the days of being suffocated by humans and hiding from each other all day long were extremely difficult, then floating in this sea filled with corpses was the real hell. Now, hell opened its doors for them and began to actively invite them in.

It's not that there is no consolation. The big bell made of bones still rings on time. The ethereal and clear bell sound has become the only consolation.

Faith began to spread.

………….

A piece of bad news was delivered to the Astronomical Pope. Regarding his request for help, he immediately requested assistance from the neighboring provinces, but he did not even receive an accurate piece of information. All his requests seemed to fall on deaf ears until today, when he received a response.

His request was rejected.

At such a critical moment, the major churches were leaderless, the gods of mankind disappeared, and every province in the human empire was experiencing turmoil of varying degrees. Naturally, no one responded to the Stargazing Pope's call for help.

This is bad news.

The traces of the rats appeared again outside the city, and pairs of scarlet eyes were dim.

After sending all the rat warlords out of the camp, Rat War began waving flags again, and the rats swarmed in again.

To be fair, there are no major changes between this siege and the last one. There are still the endless rush of ratmen, the whistling boulders and the wailing swollen ratmen.

Shu Zhan's figure did not even appear in the sight of the city's defenders. There was only a dense, surging black tide.

The departure of the rat warlord did not cause any significant changes to the swarming rat tide; the black tide still seemed to have no end in sight.

The more elite troops were not mobilized, and the pattern of war changed. It was no longer like on the vast grassland, where both sides sent out their most elite troops to attack each other in the most brutal and effective way.

Rat War's personal guards were not sent to the battlefield. Neither were the Rat Knights, the Brutal Knights, the Rat Supervisory Team, nor the Rat Raiders. All that was left was the endless and huge army composed of young rats and rat warriors.

The long ladder was placed on the city wall again. The piled up rat corpses outside the city wall had been cleared away, leaving only a piece of dark brown blood-stained land.

The city is indeed large enough, and it gathers all the power of mankind in this area.

Smelly and hard.

Shu Zhan suppressed his impatient temper. To deal with a city like this, what was needed was patience and waiting for the opportunity to appear.

In the darkness, on the high platform, Shu Zhan was wandering around the black flag anxiously.

Keeping patience is really a difficult thing, at least it is true for Shuzhan. This bad guy even began to miss the war on the vast grassland.

He wandered back and forth on the not-so-wide platform, his eyes moving over the towering city, peering into the darkness, a greedy guy.

The endings of the cities captured by the Rat War were all unexpectedly unified. It was not a harmonious picture. In this brewing disaster, the City of Storm did not receive any help. It was not surprising. The ancient and corrupt human empire was only one step away from disintegration.

I hope that by then, the Rat War will trample this city, hang the noble and the lowly together, burn the prosperity, and destroy civilization and knowledge without scruples.

I hope that by this time, those guys will be able to wake up and start to unite to deal with this disaster out of grief for the loss of the rabbit.

This evil guy will definitely do this in order to show his glory and demonstrate his achievements. Capturing more slaves will bring more and greater wealth. However, Shu Zhan will definitely not think about these things at that time.

He is different from the rat priests. He is also moved by the blood mushrooms, but above the blood mushrooms, he likes, likes more, to listen to the fanatical shouts.

Until then, we have to wait.

Solemn guards stood guard near the platform.

Of course, the ratmen also have to pay a price. Such a city is not so easy to capture. Every moment, young or experienced ratmen warriors are dying, falling from the city walls, being bombarded by magic, being trampled by their companions, and being killed by the guards on the city walls.

With eyes wide open, they turned into corpses on the battlefield. Blood flowed out of their bodies, and their flesh and blood rotted under the trampling and merged into the earth. They were the price, but they didn't care about the death of these guys.

Even if more lowly fellows died, they were not worthy of being remembered at all. They were not even qualified to be mentioned as numbers. The sudden abundance made ordinary ratmen even more lowly.

The heavy rain has not stopped yet and has been going on for many days.

Bright flames were lit up in the sky, illuminating the land outside the city. In the heavy rain, countless ratmen huddled together and moved forward. Amid the noisy sounds, there were all kinds of voices.

But most of them are cries to God.

These guys with red eyes are not without fear. Most of the ratmen being pushed towards the city wall are feeling uneasy and panicked.

"God bless me, the great God bless me."

From time to time, there were ratmen shouting these two sentences until they were pushed to the forefront of the war.

Holding the spear tightly in your hand, the heavy rain wets the hair on your body, everything is so blurry, the glaring red color enters your eyes, the wailing and crazy shouting become the clearest sounds in your ears, even the sound brought by the heavy rain cannot cover it up, the ratman behind you is still pushing you forward, the pungent smell of blood fills your nose and becomes increasingly impossible to ignore.

Finally, you are pushed in front of the shaking ladder. You have no choice but to hold the weapon tightly in your hand. Cowardice and fear are temporarily suppressed. You can either climb up regardless of waving the weapon in your hand, or be more rational and grit your teeth to hold on to the ladder in front of you.

But in fact, no matter what choice you make, there will only be one ending that awaits you in the end.

death.

The word "brave" has never been associated with rat people.

In the city of Waves.

As the ratmen outside the city launched an attack on the city, unrest also broke out in the city.

The guys hiding in the dark began to show up in this heavy rain.

However, the harm they pose to the city is really limited. The busy streets and magnificent courtyards are guarded by powerful guards day and night. Even if the ratmen in the dark begin to call for their companions and gather together, it probably will have no effect on the guys in these areas.

As for the ordinary residential areas, those blocks where decent urban residents live, they will also have forces left to deal with the situation. Most of the Vatican knights roam around in these blocks.

Finally, there are only a few areas that these guys can harass, and the slums are one of them. Even the residents living there have a hard time just surviving.

But the more difficult it is, the more you have to endure.

This area is indeed chaotic and dangerous, filled with criminals, thieves, robbers, evil wizards, and a region filled with villains. Just living here is like possessing original sin.

This story has been told everywhere for a long time, and in the end, even the residents in the slums began to believe it.

Is it really so?

The reason why the city of Mountain Dew has become so huge today is that it has undergone three expansions in history and occupied a large amount of land.

The nobles' reasons were justified; the expansion of the city had indeed brought them unparalleled benefits.

But those poor guys were right in front of them, and between the two options of giving them compensation and labeling them as criminals, they chose the second option without hesitation.

Most of the residents in the slums are descendants of those poor guys who lost their land during these three expansions and are unable to survive in the city.

Faced with this situation, these poor guys who had nowhere to go began to build shacks outside the towering city and do some work that city residents were unwilling to do to earn some money to support their lives.

The nobles have always ignored these guys because their ancestors mostly benefited from the expansion of the city.

The rulers of the city also mostly ignored them, because there was really not much to be gained from them. The Astronomical Pope was already kind-hearted, as at least he did not abandon these poor guys outside the city to die.

But the suffering was not over for them.

The civilization of the Ghost-Eye people has obviously gone much further than that of the rat people, but the residents in these slums are so humble that they are no less inferior than the slave rats.

Today, there was an especially strange figure wandering around in the slums.

A knight, a real knight, even though he wore tattered armor and carried a rusty pitchfork.

Wandering in the continuous shanties in the heavy rain, his opponents included ratmen, but they were not limited to ratmen.

Pagans, evil wizards, aliens, and finally the ratmen.

But his movements did not change much. Stab, tease and press, just three simple movements, as if he was fiddling with hay in the fields, but in the battle, he was suppressing every guy who showed up, fighting in the heavy rain.

The residents here cannot offer any compensation, and even if they ignore them, they don't have to worry about being condemned. These guys have long been labeled as criminals.

He had no need or reason to fight here, but he did not retreat.

His figure was not tall, and was even a little hunched, but he was exceptionally dazzling, even in the darkness.

The rats retreated once again, leaving behind countless corpses. The casualties of the city defenders were more serious than last time. The heavy rain that continued without stopping weakened the effect of the kerosene. After their fur was soaked, even if they were ignited by the flames at the first moment, the rat warriors could still climb up for a while.

During this siege, the ratmen rushed onto the city walls many times, and a melee broke out between the two sides on the wide walls.

But in the end they were all driven back because there were enough magic knights stationed on the city walls.

In the heavy rain, the defenders on the city wall began to clean up the battlefield.

With the shouts of the knights, the guards who were sitting powerlessly on the city walls were called up. Now was not the time to rest. The corpses of the ratmen piled on the city walls were thrown down together, and the weapons scattered on the ground were collected. The large and small blacksmith shops in the city of Jilang had the ability to forge and recycle weapons.

The influx of ratmen threw down a large number of spears and various strange weapons. These things would not be wasted but would be put into use again after being melted down.

Buckets of boiling hot water were carried to the city wall, with some floating herbs soaked in them to drive away the cold for the knights and soldiers who were caught in the rain.

At the same time, some mages specializing in healing also appeared in the towers on the city walls.

As the central city of this rich province, Stirling City has a wide range of facilities.

Especially in terms of medical care, the injured guards were carried into the tower, and healing spells were cast one after another, accompanied by quick and accurate treatment of the wounds.

The messy battlefield was quickly dealt with and cleaned up.

The Stargazing Pope climbed up the city wall and stopped in the tower. This time the ratmen did not retreat completely into the darkness, but chose to set up camp far away from the city walls. You can see those shadowy scarlet shadows on the city walls, so densely packed, and each point represents the existence of a ratman.

The reply letter that arrived today made Pope Stargazing in a bad mood. Stirrup City can indeed resist the attack of the ratmen, but it is obvious that the current confrontation is just the beginning.

Without support, can this city really survive for long?

Looking at the few blurry scarlet eyes outside the city, he made a decision.

Be prepared. Without reinforcements, stubborn persistence will only lead to slow death.

In the slums, as the ratmen army outside the city retreated, those sneaky guys who showed up retreated quickly as if they had seen the sun. The brutal battle was over, and the Pitchfork Knights, without caring about their image, supported their knees and gasped on the street.

There were many corpses lying around him.

This was not an easy battle, but fortunately, the pitchfork in his hand was quite handy.

It's not easy to catch your breath!

The residents of the slums were not so enthusiastic about his appearance.

There was some fear, after all, knights and nobles were always so intimidating, but there were many figures secretly watching this place through the simple curtains, watching the knight who was breathing heavily in the middle of the street.

Some guards arrived in a hurry and cast doubtful glances at the pitchfork knight in the middle of the street.

The pitchfork knights with corpses lined up around them were so vivid.

In response to the guards' gazes, the Pitchfork Knight stood up consciously, walked to the edge of the street, and sat down next to a simple shack.

The guards came back to their senses and continued their actions, starting to shout loudly and recruit people. Soon, figures emerged from the shacks one by one, and from then on, the area became lively.

(End of this chapter)