Chapter 304: Borrowing Food
The frozen soil of the grassland was shattered by the brute force that Lynch had thrown at it before. The powdery snow piled up on the soft green grass. Even though Lynch stopped hitting it, the ground did not stop shaking.
It's still afraid.
The fear on the ground does not come from the lizardmen who are as stubborn as a stone.
Swarms of rodents gnawed at its foundations, shaking its stability and causing it pain far beyond what could be achieved with brute force.
The grassland seemed to have turned into a desert, with hard soil slumping down in large pieces, falling like quicksand.
It was as if the earth had opened its huge mouth, and the hundreds of meters around Lynch were swallowed into the ground. Amid the falling snow and flying grass, a roar in an ancient language, colder than winter snow, tore the prelude to the massacre.
"Blood sacrifice to Sotek!"
The falling ground suddenly erupted with a horrible shock, and the ugly creatures that were surging up instantly turned into falling corpses.
Lynch was falling, falling with the death of the rat pack.
Densely packed groups of abominable creatures died from the phantom-like attack. The air waves brought up by the scepter were like sharp blades, brushing against the fragile creatures that died from the shock and pushing their tiny bodies deeper into the ground.
To Lynch, the ratmen have no other advantages except their large numbers and extreme madness.
Unless this is a larger clan with over 100 million members, Lynch is confident that he can clear it out within a week if the ratmen dare to fight to the death.
Run! Run! The flood of corpses reminded the Skaven one by one, and the blood drops were like falling snow, filling the gaps between the corpses.
The deformed corpses, as dense as bubbles, extinguished all courage.
Where have they ever seen such a doomsday scene?
The slave rat, who was about to be squeezed up by his companions, panicked instantly and kept scratching the ratman under him, trying to escape back to the safe tunnel.
The rats on the top layer were biting their companions below like crazy, and the ratmen below were also frantically drilling deeper.
But in the face of the rat tide, the resistance of hundreds and thousands of slave rats was futile.
The rising tide of rats was like a fountain that could not be shut off, and the Skaven were the liquid that made up the water.
The chaotic commotion failed to create any waves. They made miserable cries before death in vain, but the rats deeper in the area could not hear their warnings at all.
Wet blood poured down on them and a piercing roar sounded at the end of the sea of corpses. The ratmen at the top instantly lost their lives in the roar, as if the giant horned rats had sounded the death knell for them.
It was as if the falling mountain was given a hard push by the gods, and the mountain of corpses fell at an even faster speed.
Carrying an increasingly thick blood mist, it began a wrestling match with the surging rat swarm, the outcome of which was already determined.
The shattered corpses fell on the living ratmen. The softness that usually aroused their endless appetite now only brought them the fear of being on the verge of death.
A heat wave spread towards the rat group along the falling blood. Then, another roar sounded. The mountain of corpses that blocked the ratmen's sight instantly exploded into a ball of blood. A creature covered in colorful light passed through the sea of blood and fell into the rat group.
The last sound the slave rats heard was a roar louder than a death knell. The deep pit dug by the rats was slightly enlarged by the surging power. From time to time, mud rolled down from above and fell into the abyss together with the dense fragments in the blood mist.
Group after group of slave rats were pushed to the face of death in despair, their squeaking cries drowned out by the roar of the doomsday bell.
The rat tide collapsed at the first sign of collapse.
The huge wave of rats failed to change anything. More and more rat people woke up from the thick blood and returned along the original route almost crazily.
"Bad Tooth" Reese was pushed by other clan rats to the back of the slave rat group. This was a dangerous position. Once the slave rats collapsed, the "supervisory army" closest to them would be the first to bear the attack of the large group of slave rats' defection.
The slave rats should not collapse. Their huge numbers can wipe out everything. In the best case scenario, Reese would not even have to face the enemy. He would just need to pretend to wave the bone sword and use intimidation and inducement to drive away the rats.
But the faint smell of blood wafting from above brought bad news to Reese.
It didn't see many humans, and even if all its enemies died, it couldn't create a bloody smell that could spread from the ground to deep underground.
Earthquake-like noises continued to come from above, shaking Reese's fragile heart again and again.
When it found that the groups of slave rats were like a broken dam, no longer going up the slope, but fleeing in the opposite direction with red eyes, despair instantly dominated Reese's whole body.
Those weak and incompetent guys in the past have gone crazy. They have disobeyed the orders of their superior ratmen. It is not surprising that such slave rats eat clan rats.
They will be suppressed violently, and all clans will send troops to calm the rioters down and use their blood to deter other ratmen who did not participate in the riot.
But I'm afraid Reese won't live to see that day. After his death, no matter how tragic the end of these slave rats is, it will be useless.
There was no way to retreat, as there was no space behind him, and Reese could only be pushed by the momentum to meet the enemy.
It wielded the bone sword as before, but no slave rats were afraid of it. These mad Skaven were more afraid of something, and they would rather face the superior beings whom they dared not resist in the past.
Reese screamed and swung his bone sword, killing the slave rat that turned around and rushed back in front of him, but death could not awaken the slave rat's obedience. There was only hysterical madness in its dense red eyes.
The clan rats killed all the fleeing slave rats in front of them in one encounter, but the number of slave rats was endless.
After the tiny Reese hacked to death several slave rats in succession, he was swallowed up by the swarm of rats and turned into a skeleton covered with teeth marks in the blink of an eye.
The clan rats that fought one after another and the fleeing slave rats were fighting each other deep underground. When they found that the riot was unstoppable, groups of clan rats joined the fleeing ranks. They waved their weapons at their former companions and fought for an escape route for themselves.
The rat tide was completely defeated, but the true core of the rat clan has not collapsed yet.
When the first clan rat escaped from the tunnel leading to the ground and ran into the halberd formation of storm rats, the clan leader guessed everything.
Every warlord is a ratman among ratmen, a winner among ratmen who are more cunning, despicable and strong than ordinary ratmen.
They also rose gradually from the lower level ratmen.
The warlord blew the bone whistle, and the storm rats made way in an orderly manner, allowing groups of escapees to move deeper into the tunnel.
The sticky sliding sound made every ratman's hair stand on end. The screams of the clan rats came from deep in the tunnel. Intensive chewing sounds rose up with the sliding sounds, devouring the fleeing rats.
A monster large enough to fill up half of the underground tunnel appeared before the terrified eyes of the Storm Rat.
It looks like a maggot that has been magnified countless times.
With a head composed of thousands of huge mouths full of fangs, the slimy monster swam along the tunnel, devouring all the fleeing ratmen.
(End of this chapter)
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