Chapter 303 Underground World
Reese deserves better food. As long as he brings the news to the warlord, the chief will definitely reward him and promote him from an insignificant clan rat to the leader of the claws.
By then it will have eliminated all its previous competitors.
Before killing them, Reese would bully them until he got tired of them.
As the leader of the Claws, it only needs to assign a fatal mission to cause its former competitor to die miserably.
If they hadn't blocked the warlord's sight, the warlord would have discovered Reese's excellence long ago!
"Bad Tooth" thought resentfully, completely forgetting how he lost in the competition.
It can't be wrong because it is the smartest ratman and its plan has always been the most perfect, but the other ratmen are holding it back.
Every rat man thinks so.
Reese believed that he was the only one who was not fantasizing blindly, and the other ratmen were just shamelessly plagiarizing Reese's ideas.
Perhaps it was the blessing of the Horned Rat, or perhaps it was simply luck, but Reese successfully passed through this tunnel and safely arrived at the vast underground main road.
A few lowly slave rats actually dared to block Reese's way. It trotted all the way to the corner of the main road, looking down at the three slave rats who were hugging their bodies and confronting each other in alert.
Reese's "burly" figure, which was several times stronger than the slave rats, made the slave rats understand the newcomer's status. They raised their heads obediently and tremblingly, revealing their necks to Reese.
Why did a clan rat run to a corner for no reason? Every ratman could guess the reason, and they also liked to do this, running to weaker individuals for no reason and punishing them with unfounded reasons.
No ratman would let go of the weak if given the chance.
Every ratman needs to vent. They have all endured too much torture from the upper class. All the suffering they have endured needs to be doubled for the more humble ratmen.
This is the iron law of the underground kingdom, the eternal and unchanging Law of the Rat Pack, the Trial of the Horned Rat.
Only the most shameless, powerful, and cunning ratmen will stand out.
Even though the slave rats showed signs of submission, Reese did not let them go.
It was too lazy to explain its previous reasons, but just dug out a dagger made of sharp bones from its fur, which was a long sword to the ratmen.
Reese gestured majestically in front of the slave rat, and only kicked it hard when the other party's fear reached its peak.
The slave rat that was beaten first was kicked against the rock wall by Reese. It was hanging on the rock wall like a broken rag doll. After twitching violently a few times, it stopped all struggles and stopped trembling.
Only then did Reese notice that the cursed slave rat was dead. It was not favored by the great horned rat and had crashed into a sharp protrusion of rock.
The blood flowing from the back of its head exuded a fishy and sweet smell. Reese licked the corner of his mouth, smelling the strong fear secreted by the remaining two slave rats. The terrifying pressure that Reese had been bearing on the ground suddenly disappeared.
It was a successful catharsis.
Reese used all his strength to kick the remaining two ratmen one by one. When his feet began to hurt from the excessive force, he took his anger out on the two slave rats and punched them one by one.
What bad luck! The Horned Rat didn't curse them both, and Bad Tooth couldn't kill them.
Reese then had time to walk up to the corpse and began to gnaw on it eagerly.
As it fiercely bit the food in its mouth, it recalled the storm rats, the claw leader, the stronger clan rats, and other high-ranking ratmen who had abused it.
It will retaliate one by one, and when it is promoted, it will be like the Claw Leader who snatched its promotion opportunity. No, if Reese is promoted to Claw Leader, it will make the low-level ratmen experience more cruel pain, so as to highlight Reese's uniqueness.
Every ratman is like this, but Reese has to come up with a more special torture so that he can be different from his peers. He is the favorite of the Big Horned Rat and he is the ultimate winner.
The clan rat looked viciously at the two slave rats who were swallowing their saliva while eating. Reese tried hard to eat more meat. He couldn't let these two lucky guys get away with it too easily.
But its appetite was limited, and no matter how hard it tried, it could only eat half a pound more meat.
It creaked in comfort, but the sound was drowned out by the muffled, earthquake-like thud from above.
As Mrs. Kisli watched in awe on the convoy in the distance, Lynch raised his scepter and slammed the ground again, creating a larger and deeper hole that covered the smaller one he had made before.
It was like a local earthquake, and the lizardmen had knocked a crack in the hard frozen soil.
If nothing goes wrong, the tunnel where the ratmen escaped will eventually lead to the depths of this ground. Below is the clan hall of the ratmen clan, and there are several main roads above the clan hall.
With the help of his hunting senses, Lynch carefully sensed the abnormalities underground and confirmed his guess.
He swung the scepter continuously at inhuman speed, and the grass within a mile radius fell down one after another. The whole earth trembled continuously, and the surrounding snow was all turned over.
Reese trembled along with the shaking rock wall, all of his hair stood up, and the glands under his body almost tensed up.
Bad Tooth didn't care about the two humble slave rats. It quickly ran along the main road into the clan hall, found the warlord standing on a high place and roaring loudly, exposed its neck to it, and eagerly told it what it had seen and heard on the ground.
A series of jealous eyes were fixed on Reese. Reese felt as if he had eaten a large bag of clean coarse grains, and felt so comfortable that his soul trembled.
None of them knew the source of the anomaly, but Reese knew that it had reported important information first.
The warlord slapped Reese's rat face, waking it up from its extreme comfort, but this loud slap made Reese very happy, especially when the warlord took a closer look at its appearance.
It made painful gestures, vividly acting out the torture and suffering it had endured, while casually showing the Warlord its trademark half-broken teeth from other Clanrats.
The warlord will reward it later, and now it only needs to please the warlord with its own suffering.
A rock fell from above, and then the rock wall above seemed to be unable to support it anymore, and rubble fell like rain, scaring Reese who was performing so much that he got up and ran away in panic.
All the ratmen fumbled for cover until the rat warlord ordered them to go to the ground to meet the enemy.
Reese dug out the bone sword and, under the warlord's gaze, rushed towards the main road leading to the ground. When the warlord's gaze disappeared, his speed slowed down again.
It drove the slave rats behind it, forcing them to stand in front of it, and it would not face the enemy until all the slave rats were dead.
This horrific turbulence did not seem like something that could be created by a human being. It was more like a legendary dragon digging in the soil.
Do they dare to come up and fight? Surprised, Lin Qi used his senses to lock onto the groups of ratmen that were surging up.
Perhaps the ratmen in the Old World are braver, or perhaps they don't know what kind of enemy they are facing, these courageous Skaven actually dare to meet the enemy.
Lynch warned the caravan in broken Kislevite language and ordered them to retreat several miles to avoid being affected by the ensuing battle.
The rat swarm is not a threat to him, but it is an absolute disaster to humans.
(End of this chapter)
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