Chapter127 The Rat Life Philosophy of the Flowery Rat
In the Bloodstone Tribe, the craftsmen ratmen are working overtime, manipulating the furnaces to smelt ore with red eyes around the clock, fusing the molten iron with the bloodstones, turning them into crooked bloodstone swords, serving as ratman warriors.
Provide suitable weapons.
Dozens of rats at work were killed by the serious sacrificial guards, and their skins were hung on the outer wall of the workshop. This made the rats understand that except for the furnace, nothing in the workshop should be touched, let alone
There can be no damage at all,
Only the most intelligent one-horned priest of the rat tribe can come into contact with these strange things, and only the one-horned priest can figure out what these strange things are used for.
"Squeak! (Speed up!!)"
The rat-man overseer screamed and made a noisy and harsh sound, which made the frowning squirrel a little dissatisfied. The black and white D-shaped face had a twitching mustache.
With its fur and red pupils, other rats will think that this rat has not drank the holy water at all.
‘Hurry, hurry, hurry, the supervisor with cerebral palsy knows how to push, push your mother! Don’t you know what the production limit is? Do you think that the smelting liquid is the same as your brain, and you can pull it out by eating something?’
The squirrel secretly cursed the stupid overseer of his own race, but he did not dare to relax his work. Shaking the red hair on his head, the squirrel shoveled half a shovelful of coal into the furnace to avoid being whipped.
A good rat will not stand under a dangerous wall, and the disasters that should be avoided should still be avoided.
During the consecration ceremony, as a cunning rat that drank half a basin of holy water in one go, the squirrel gained unparalleled wisdom, as if all the nutrients had grown in its brain. The squirrel's head was weaker than the weak
The body is much larger,
In addition, except for the three tufts of red hair on the top of his head, his body has not turned red and he has grown red scales. This makes him a laughing stock among the tribe, the kind who laughs to death.
Is there any mouse in this world whose head is bigger than its body?
He also wanted to laugh, but when it happened to him, he couldn't laugh anymore.
‘Grandma, I drank so much holy water, how come it’s all gone into my head? I only dyed my hair at the peak, God must be jealous of my unparalleled wisdom!’
Cursing in his heart, Huazhishu calmly accepted the cruel reality that he was top-heavy and had red hair on his head.
In order to avoid becoming bait and toys for his fellow tribesmen, the Squirrel showed his wisdom appropriately in front of the sacrifice, and was assigned to a higher-status workshop as expected, becoming the tool Squirrel who looked after the furnace.
At least when you work here, you don't have to worry about being bullied, or suddenly becoming a redundant waste population, and being arranged by the priests to join the cannon fodder generals and die for mankind.
Regarding the death tactics of the One-Horned Sacrifice, Huazhishu also understood the intention, but it was just to let humans relax their vigilance, divide their troops and launch an ambush to annihilate the intruders at once. But how can humans be so easy to deceive?
Even I can see that such a battle plan is full of flaws. As long as humans have a little experience in fighting, they will not fall into such a strategy. The best way is to fight slowly and steadily.
Although he understands all these things, Huazhi Shu would rather not understand and be a confused Shushu.
However, being too confused will lead to a humble life and a peaceful death, so you can't be too confused. Rat is a smart rat, so he can't do stupid things, nor can he be too smart.
Just live on like this honestly, surrender when humans are attacked, shovel coal when they are not attacked, don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself, just shovel two shovels into the furnace when you have nothing to do, it's easy and effortless, how good is it?
No matter what, you can't let yourself grow a big head in vain, right?
Hearing the stupid voice coming from behind, the black-and-white squirrel rolled his eyes at the furnace, then turned around with a smile on his face. The character 'D' slowly extended, lifelike and full of irony.
'You look like you are burning firewood in a hurry, I think it is better to join the firewood army and set yourself on fire...'
"Squeak, squeak, squeak... (Really? This is the first time I heard it. In fact, I also want to go, but unfortunately my body can't do it... But you can try it? I think you are very powerful.
of!)"
"Zhizhizhi~zhizhizhi! (Really? I think I can do it too~Overseer! I'm going to join the Storm Legion!)"
Seeing the overseer coming this way, Huazhishu quickly turned around without acknowledging it, shoveled half a shovelful of coal into the furnace very seriously, rubbed his chin and looked at the fire, looking thoughtful.
The supervisor withdrew his satisfied gaze from the hard-working flower-branch rat, and then looked coldly at the dazed tool rat.
"Zhizhizhi? (Say it again?)"
Looking at the short whip of ground insect tentacles in the hands of the overseer, Shushu immediately panicked and stood up in fear.
"Zhi Zhi Zhi, Zhi Zhi. (I mean, I love this place very much, and I especially like you, the supervisor...)"
"Pah! Pah!"
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
The sound of the whipping and the sharp rattle made the Squirrel feel happy in his heart.
He has never had any extra sympathy for idiots who have no self-awareness.
The only one who can communicate with him and make him respect is another wise man. When he is with an idiot, he will only talk in a way to deceive the idiot and make the idiot happy, even if the idiot will often be coaxed by himself after being happy.
If you can't find the north, you will suffer a big loss.
But I can’t help being an idiot and I’m happy with myself?
"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak! (Do your duty! Stop being so whimsical, or I will recommend you to the cannon fodder general!)"
This short episode does not affect the hundreds of craftsmen working in the workshop. Weapons with marks or defects are produced one by one, loaded with mushrooms and shipped out of the workshop.
For the rat queen, all the rats in the workshop are just one day's production. As long as the rat king is still energetic and the rat queen is not short of food, such a group of rats can give birth to a batch at any time, which can restrict the rat clan's population.
Just food and time.
At the same time, in the deepest part of the Bloodstone Altar, the Rat King was working hard on the Rat Queen, who was over five meters tall, creating a new batch of offspring.
In the mouth of the huge and beautiful rat queen, there is a slender blood stone pipe inserted. Blood food and minced meat are constantly sliding down from the pipe, and are eventually swallowed by the rat queen, becoming the nutrients for the offspring.
Above the altar, there were rat warriors who made the captured underground creatures into suitable liquid food and sent them into the food pipes, laying the foundation for the reproduction and growth of the rat tribe.
On the bloodstone altar, the bloodstone crown shines with dark red light, turning into the source of power for the bloodstone tribe, transforming huge power that does not belong to mortals.
