Chapter 267: Rat People’s Utilitarianism and Greed

This is not a famine.

When the ratmen gathered into a huge country and no longer flaunted their glory and achievements like in the classical era, but began to pay attention to the number of blood mushrooms in their hands, such a situation was bound to occur.

The blood mushroom anchors everything, and everything anchors the blood mushroom.

The rats were still as pious as before, but not so pious anymore. Being extremely utilitarian, they easily anchored their status on the blood mushrooms.

The amount of blood mushrooms in hand becomes a very important matter.

It is no longer like before, which is not surprising. After all, the merits offered to the gods are too vague and unrealistic to calculate, so they simply use blood mushrooms to measure everything.

All the qualified guys, the qualified guys in this vast country, are greedily grabbing the bright mushrooms into their arms.

Too many things are pinned on blood mushrooms.

Status, desire, greed, and desire for comparison.

The gods are still as great as ever. To the rat people, before offering it to the gods, there is a vague idea that there is another sentence: offering it to the blood mushrooms.

There was no further to be seen.

Most of the ratmen, even the smart ones, are just ordinary people. There are not many things that ordinary people can hold on to tightly, and there are not many things that they can see.

There is nothing wrong with this approach, but one problem has been ignored.

No matter how many things the rats anchor to the blood mushrooms and how much meaning they add to them, the blood mushrooms will not change because of them. From the beginning to the end, the blood mushrooms were born and appeared because of only one thing.

That is, a gift to the gods.

In the middle of the vast grassland, there is an iron mine that has been reclaimed, in the underground tunnel.

Another slave rat fell down. Many ratmen around were looking forward to it, their scarlet eyes fixed on the motionless body.

They ate each other in hunger, and were finally whipped.

The Big Claw Priest was cursing angrily in the tunnel. The slave rats who had just revealed ferocious eyes seemed so honest when facing the Big Claw Priest.

The long life of slavery has engraved the word "submission" into his bones.

But hunger is hard to avoid, and the Big Claw Priest has just gone away.

Pairs of scarlet eyes began to peek at each other.

The time not long ago, that moment of abundance, seemed like a beautiful dream, but unfortunately, dreams always come to an end.

Another guy was on the verge of falling, and all pairs of sneaky eyes fell on the guy who was on the verge of falling.

Wait for him to fall, or wait for some time.

In extreme hunger, cannibalism is just a common occurrence.

Generally speaking, rat people will not go to such a situation.

After all, once this precedent is set, all creatures included in the category of food may face death.

In the last second, you crouched down, tearing the dry flesh stuck to your bones, and in the next second, you might be surrounded, being watched, waiting for death, and having your flesh torn off.

The loss of slave rats began to rise at an unprecedentedly exaggerated rate, and the mines were filled with bones with a terrifying red color.

The Big Claw Priest stationed here gradually couldn't control the situation.

In panic, he kept asking for help from the big shot sitting in the distant rat city.

Just didn't get any response.

The situation faced by the city is no different. After the transaction chain is broken, the situation is indescribably serious.

Outside the temple of the gods, the temple guards began to throw offerings out of the city.

They are maintaining stability in the city.

Theft, robbery, murder, more and more fresh skeletons appear in the corners of the city.

The order in the city was not completely broken.

From the mediation of the temple guards.

But only the temple guards are mediating this crisis.

The ratman priests and ratman lords fell into silence.

These despicable guys hide in the tunnels under the city and in the towers built in the center of the city.

Waving his arms greedily, staring fanatically at everything in front of him.

If there are beneficiaries of this disaster, they must be the rat lords, rat priests, and the guys who control the caravans.

What they can provide must be more than what they desire. Taking advantage of the soaring prices, just by continuing to maintain trade, they can siphon off the blood mushrooms from all the ratmen in a vast area on a large scale.

They don't understand why, but it doesn't stop them from doing it.

A crazy carnival.

In the city, in front of the sacred temple, a large number of goblin corpses that had only been washed in blood were thrown at the door. Ratmen of all sizes gathered here, raised their heads and looked at the solemn temple guards.

Fighting for the abandoned body.

Goblins are not tasty, they taste sour and astringent, but there is no other choice now.

The temple guards tried their best, but the situation was difficult to stabilize.

Large numbers of caravans have come to a complete halt, and the exchange of materials between cities has come to a complete standstill.

The rat-men priests at the top instinctively maintained this situation.

Maybe at first it was just to save his own assets, but when those countless blood mushrooms were really taken into his arms, the situation changed.

They are all smart guys. Do they really take the current skyrocketing prices seriously?

Blood mushrooms have always been blood mushrooms, one of the most precious things, a gift from God.

The newly born free people, the lower-level rat priests, rat warriors, and a messy group, the blood mushrooms on these guys were quickly squeezed dry, but these rat priests still maintained such a high price, continuing to drive up the price.

They are waiting, waiting for those guys who stand on the same line with them, waiting for them to compromise, and then plunder.

In that surging greed.

The ratmen priests have always been so despicable and have no bottom line.

But what they didn't notice was that at this moment, in front of the solemn temple in the city, there were countless ratmen of all kinds. These guys who were waiting for the temple guards to throw away the bodies, in addition to staring at the bodies thrown in front of them, they were also frequently casting their eyes on one place, the center of the city, on the high tower.

In the winding iron ore mine, the scarlet eyes once again selected a target, a thin guy.

They fell heavily to the ground, and soon the rats were about to eat.

But at this time, an accident happened.

This weak guy had some changes, and an excited look appeared on his face. He was awakened. He seemed to have become a big claw priest. He threw a scarlet light onto a slave rat beside him who was looking at him.

With crazy laughter, it was indeed worth it, and his future was obviously going to change drastically at this moment.

until.

The crazy laughter stopped abruptly, and the sharp claws pierced his chest. There was a look of disbelief and astonishment in his eyes.

indeed so.

After all, he was already a noble Big Claw priest, he was already a noble Big Claw priest, and the one who killed him was an ordinary slave rat.

The slave rats with scarlet eyes ripped open his stomach, and the rats continued eating.

The ratmen surrounding them went through a process from being timid to being reckless, amidst the pungent smell of blood.

Soon, a fresh and clean skeleton appeared in the corner of the tunnel.

The angry voice fell again, and the big claw priest stationed in this mine appeared here. The slave rat with red eyes did not react immediately. He pulled a piece of intestine in his hand and was whipped and scolded.

The pain in his body dispelled the redness in the slave rat's eyes, and he dodged to the side in panic. Nothing seemed to have changed.

The Great Claw Priest stared at the lowly slaves before him, meeting their gazes.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a little uneasy, as if I had sensed some danger.

When these rat people looked at the Big Claw Priest, their eyes were not quite right.

Pairs of scarlet eyes fell from every corner, landing on the big-clawed priest who was holding a whip tightly.

That deep look.

Something engraved in my bones seemed to be loosening a little.

This is a horrific disaster.

The only guy in the Ratman Empire who has the ability to do something about this disaster is the White Rat.

In essence, there is no shortage of food, production capacity, or population in the Ratman Empire.

It's just that two reverse gears meshed with each other and pushed each other to run faster and faster.

Faced with this situation, the white mouse did nothing.

Even those brutal and cruel rat warlords are gradually realizing that the warriors under their command exist as a kind of property.

But this cognition is invalid for mice.

For a long time, slave rats have had no status in the eyes of white rats and are completely worthless.

As long as the Ratman Empire does not collapse and as long as the war continues, no matter how many slave rats die, the white rats will not raise their heads even for a second look.

The connection between the Rat Empire and the army returned to the most traditional model. The economic system that gradually took shape over time and everything anchored by the blood mushrooms were not very important in the eyes of the white rats.

The one he has always loved is not the rat man.

If there is anyone in the rat kingdom who is the most barbaric and rude, it is the white rat.

Even the rat wars gradually emerged around them. Those exquisite little things enjoyed being surrounded by countless ratmen, enjoying the victory and welcoming cheers.

But the white rat is different. He is very stubborn, or rather, very pious and pure.

The caravan is still operating, and the connection with the Eastern Expeditionary Force has become a simple exchange of materials.

The white rat didn't even glance at the chaos in the Ratman Empire, nor did it care about the countless wailing slave rats.

He doesn't care.

But it was still him who saved the chaos at this time.

The interaction between the Ratman Empire and the Eastern Expeditionary Force brought a sense of stability, as both sides were large enough.

The problem was not that big. At this moment in the Rat Empire, no one could disobey the orders of the White Rat. Extreme violence, absolute power, system contradictions, and collapsed economy, none of these were a problem.

The gears that were biting each other had a little more looseness.

A large amount of supplies began to flow from the huge city of Underground Rat City to the Eastern Expeditionary Force.

The shortage and scarcity that caused the unrest, the famine became a joke in the face of such a huge flow of materials.

Everything is slowly returning to its original state.

It was as if nothing had happened, and this sharp problem that surfaced had not been completely resolved.

Everything is falling slowly, the blood mushrooms are still used to anchor everything, and everything is measured with the blood mushrooms.

The price of slave rats stabilized at the price of four blood mushrooms.

Cultivation rooms of all sizes spread underground in every Skaven city.

Everything is back to the way it was.

The countless humble guys who died were not cared about. During this period, every ratman city had countless skeletons, which were piled up in secret places and buried in the earth.

The rat-man priests who were high up, the rat-man priests at the top ate their fill.

They still don't realize the problem that is being ignored.

Countless blood mushrooms piled up in the cave, the endless pile of blood, these bright mushrooms became their rights, symbolizing their status, proving their achievements, as if they had become everything to them.

Everything that happened was just a preview, and something like this will probably happen again.

Probably a rehearsal.

Of course, these greedy guys don't do this for free, they are just too utilitarian and greedy to realize it.

Their right to speak is disappearing silently. The right to speak of the rat priests comes from their identity, from the identity of priests. As priests of gods, they are naturally sacred.

But now there are some problems with this sacredness. In the eyes of countless ratmen, the sacred halo of the ratmen priests has faded a little.

No wonder these guys are so mean.

This is just a minor disturbance. It has not affected the continuation of this holy war, and it will never affect the continuation of this holy war.

The Eastern Expeditionary Force, Rat War, is still continuously receiving large amounts of resources, and the size of the army is still expanding.

During this period of time, the city of Stirling completely turned into a huge rat's nest. It was also a rare rat city built on the ground with not much underground part.

Because there are a large number of strange stone pillars engraved with patterns buried underground in the city.

A very prosperous city.

A large number of ratmen, all kinds of ratmen gathered in this city.

Not every ratman city can reap the benefits of war, but there are always ratmen who are constantly pursuing war, especially after such unrest occurred in the ratman kingdom's homeland.

After a short rest, the huge Eastern Expeditionary Force is about to set off again.

Amid the waving black flags, countless ratmen gathered into a tide and continued to advance towards the depths of this vast continent.

(End of this chapter)