Without the old commander in chief, the Ratmen were even more unable to stop the Undead from advancing.
The remaining private soldiers of the nobles also wanted to resist, but their tactics were not as smooth as the old commander's.
If the same tactic is used again, the undead will see through it.
The only thing that makes Li Ziyu more difficult is the talent skill of Ambush.
But now there are only so many noble soldiers, so even using the ambush skill is useless.
The undead tribe attacked the city and territory with an unstoppable force, taking over the Ratman city-states one after another.
What makes the rat people even more frightened is that the undead tribe lost almost all low-level undead when they attacked the city, but after frequently attacking the city-state, more high-level undead were born.
It is true that the total number of undead troops is decreasing, but their quality is increasing rapidly.
Moreover, the number of undead soldiers is also increasing, and all kinds of strange soldiers are emerging one after another, which brings great trouble to the rat people.
The news that the Ratmen were unable to resist the Undead quickly spread in the central area, causing all the tribes in the battle to turn their attention here.
Even trolls are no exception.
At first, they only thought that the undead could contain the rat men, but they did not expect that the rat men were so vulnerable to the undead.
The attitudes of various tribes towards the undead have also changed.
Everyone knows who the powerful clans in the central area are and what their strength is.
The undead can be so unscrupulous in the territory of the Ratmen, and it seems that they can do the same in their territory.
What's even more disturbing is that there are many undead armies in the territories of many powerful clans.
Because of the infected and demons, they hired a lot of undead.
No matter what outsiders think, the rat people are now in a big crisis.
The hair on the Rat King's body turned white.
He didn't understand why a race that had just entered the central zone could explode with such terrifying fighting power.
This is unreasonable.
If the undead developed for decades or hundreds of years and exploded with such power, he could completely accept it.
But in fact, it didn’t take long for the undead to arrive in the central area.
Just like they suddenly appeared, they suddenly broke out.
If he had known that the undead had such terrifying fighting power, he would never have considered joining the troll battlefield.
All the recent battle reports, none of them are good news.
The battle reports we get every day are that the undead are attacking cities and territories, and their firepower has become more fierce.
The undead are like a group of freaks with abnormal evolution speed, and they surprise him almost every day.
In a short period of time, the Ratmen have lost one-third of their territory, and more than a dozen city-states have fallen.
The situation was so serious that it was completely out of his control.
Buyirada, the Rat Man Palace.
"Great Emperor, the elders are ready to hold a meeting." The waiter came to the side of the Rat Man Emperor and said softly.
The Rat Emperor, who was once full of energy, now looked exhausted.
He was sitting on the throne, holding the crown that symbolized power, and the scepter was leaning casually on the side. He put his head in one hand, closed his eyes, and was dozing.
Over the past few days, the Rat Man Emperor had suffered from severe mental exhaustion and could not fall asleep at night. Only at this time, when he was so sleepy, could he reluctantly fall asleep.
After hearing the waiter's words, the rat-man emperor opened his eyes and looked at the waiter in confusion.
"The elders are waiting for you." The waiter reminded softly again.
"Ah." The Rat Man Emperor finally woke up, like an old man who suddenly woke up from his dream in his twilight years. He grabbed the scepter and struggled to get up from the throne.
The waiter saw that he was in difficulty and quickly stepped forward to help him.
With the support of the messenger, the Rat Man Emperor finally stood firm, took a deep breath, cheered up, and walked out. He wanted to meet the elders and nobles to discuss what to do next.
Stepping into the House of Representatives of the rat-man city-state, you can hear the noisy shouts like a vegetable market.
Everyone was arguing and talking about their own thoughts. The elders were arguing with the nobles, the nobles were arguing with the nobles, the new nobles were arguing with the old nobles, and everyone was quarreling.
The Rat Man Emperor ignored the people below and walked straight to the top. There was the main seat, a position that only he could sit on.
He slowly sat down and stared coldly at the bickering rat people below.
The rat men below seemed to have not seen the rat king. They were all red-faced and rolling up their arms and sleeves as if they were about to perform a full martial arts show.
The Rat King raised his scepter and tapped it on the ground.
"Quiet!" the rat waiter standing beside the emperor shouted loudly.
The confused rat men stopped and looked at the emperor above.
At this time, there were far fewer ratmen below than usual.
The undead have captured so many city-states, and not all elders and nobles have the chance to escape.
"What are you arguing about?"
"It's always been quarreling, it's been quarreling, don't you feel ashamed?"
"Our race is on the verge of genocide, and you are still arguing here."
"The urgent matter now is that we need to think about how to resist the undead!"
There was endless anger in the voice of the Rat King.
There had never been a moment when he was so fed up with the rat people's parliamentary system.
Look at the elders and nobles of the rat race below. They are the top level of power in the rat race.
They have a lot of resources, wealth, and even their own private army.
They enjoy a life that other rat people cannot enjoy in their lifetime.
They have emphasized in front of themselves countless times that they are the cornerstone of the rat people and the fortress of the rat people.
However, now facing the threat of the rat people, what can these guys do?
Nothing can be done but wrangling in the House of Representatives.
Facing the anger of the Rat King, an elder stood up and said loudly, "I have said long ago that the undead army should not be left in our territory, and the undead should not even be allowed to exist.
They should be eliminated as soon as possible, there are always some people who are unwilling to listen to our suggestions, they are the sinners of the rat people!"
The elder said and pointed to the new nobles.
Seeing this, the new noble retorted without showing any signs of weakness, "Don't talk nonsense in front of the great emperor. If you had dealt with the army of the undead, would you have resisted those infected and demons?"
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They blame each other's mistakes and try to look like righteous partners.
Boom, boom, boom!
The scepter fell heavily to the ground, but failed to interrupt the quarrel below.
boom!
"Shut up!"
The Rat King stood up, his scepter piercing deeply into the floor, and he stared at the Rat Man below with red eyes.
The terrifying pressure rose, and light green smoke escaped from his body.
That's not illusory smoke, it's real.
That is the magical ability of the Rat King - the poisonous plague mist.
The hair on the Rat King's body stood on end, and his face was full of violence.
The sudden eruption of the Rat Emperor once again shocked the Rat people below.
"It doesn't matter who is right or wrong. At this time, we have to find a way to deal with the undead."
"While you are accusing each other, the undead are advancing, taking over our city-state, and our people are dying."
"I was too tolerant and too kind to you, so that I ended up in your current situation."
"This is not a small incident, it is a major matter concerning our life and death."
"Do you really think that after the undead have conquered everything, they will let you go?"
"They are a group of skeletons without flesh and blood. They don't care about your life or death at all. They will kill you in the name of mercy and then turn you into the same appearance as them."
"Stop blaming each other and unite, we need to work together!"
The voice of the Rat King resounded in the ears of every Ratman present.
The elders and nobles looked at each other, and at this moment they understood that the Rat King had finally returned to his original appearance.
That kind of domineering, that kind of strength, that kind of arrogance.
The older noble recalled how the rat emperor looked when he first succeeded to the throne. He was domineering, fierce and high-spirited.
It was him who pushed the Rat Man to a more powerful position.
I don't know since when, the emperor gradually delegated power, allowing nobles like them to have greater rights and a greater voice.
If it weren't for this crisis, they wouldn't even be able to remember what the emperor was like back then.
The nobleman, who was so old that his beard was gray and his eyelids were covering his eyes, stood up tremblingly, bowed and saluted, and said to the rat emperor, "Great emperor, have you made a decision?"
The Rat Man Emperor nodded and said in a deep voice, "I plan to mobilize warriors from the Troll Battlefield, as well as a group of warriors from the Harpy Battlefield."
As soon as he said these words, an elder immediately said, "This won't work, Emperor, the two battlefields are very close now. Once we mobilize the soldiers there, we will probably lose the right to control those two battlefields."
It sounds nice to say it's a stalemate.
The Ratmen were attacked by the Undead and lost many city-states.
This means a lack of resources.
The Ratmen army comes from various city-states, and their resources are also shouldered and mobilized by each city-state.
With the loss of more than a dozen city-states, the resources on the frontline have been dwarfed by comparison.
Now it's not that the ratmen are suppressing the trolls and the harpies are fighting, but that the other party is suppressing them.
If it weren't for the rat race's technology being more advanced than the two races, I'm afraid they would have been beaten back into their territory.
On both battlefields, the rat-human armies were struggling to hold on.
Living supplies are enough, but ammunition supplies are much worse.
After allocating troops from the two battlefields, the remaining warriors would most likely not be able to hold off the trolls and harpies, and the ratmen would then face a situation where all three parties would lose.
There is nothing wrong with what the elder said, and he is indeed thinking about the rat people.
But the Rat King was not satisfied.
The rat people have lost too much territory and fallen too many city-states.
If the situation continues like this, he will be completely swallowed up by the undead sooner or later.
No, there is no need to swallow it completely. If you throw away some city-states, the two battlefields of trolls and harpies will not be able to sustain it, and supplies will not be able to keep up.
At that point, there is really nothing you can do to save yourself.
"We have no choice now."
"If we don't deal with the undead, they will deal with us."
"We don't have enough soldiers to stop their attack."
"The undead refuse to negotiate, they will keep moving forward."
The Rat Man Emperor has been thinking about this problem for a long time, and he can't think of any other solution.
The Skaven do indeed have many allies.
But the problem is that now the war has swept across the entire central area, and all ethnic groups are fighting in a mess.
If he goes to ask for help at this time, it is impossible for others to pay attention to him.
The rat people are considered a large population, they are already dwarfed by them, and other races don't have too many armies.
What makes the Rat Emperor most uncomfortable is that the undead are a brand new race that has never existed in the central area before.
In other words, there is no enmity between the undead and other races in the central zone.
Even if he wants to ask his allies to take action, there is no reason.
Why do people want to help Mao fight an unrelated race?
Isn’t this thankless?
On racial issues, just like national issues, there are no real friends, only real interests.
If you want others to take action against the undead, you must not only pay horrific benefits, but you must also be well-known and cannot let other races take advantage of the loopholes.
These are things that the rat people don't have now.
In order to rent the undead army to eliminate the infected and demons in the territory, the Ratmen gave the undead resources a lot.
Coupled with the subsequent battles, the resources of the Ratmen have been exhausted.
At this time, there is no other good way but to find a way to save yourself.
To stop the undead, they need a large number of troops, millions of troops, to be able to stop them.
That's right, the Rat King didn't dare to say he could defeat the undead.
The undead are so terrifying.
Their low-level undead did indeed suffer a lot of damage during the siege, but the number of high-level undead increased like a snowball.
According to the analysis of the battle reports, the undead do have the ability to transform corpses into undead.
There is no solution to this.
In war, people will die.
On the side of the rat-men, there is one less dead rat, and on the undead side, there is one less rat-man, so they have one more.
The longer this goes on, the harder this battle will be.
If the undead continue to be consumed, let alone the rat race, adding two more races will be useless.
The mighty undead army will destroy everything.
Listening to the emperor's words, the rat people fell silent.
They never wanted to believe the Ratmen's defeat.
In their consciousness, the Ratmen are invincible, and no race can destroy the Ratmen.
Even if there are occasional defeats, it doesn't matter. The rat people will still become stronger.
But now, a bloody fact is before them.
The undead will really destroy the rat people.
Oh, no, judging from the news we got, the rat race may not be destroyed, but they nobles will definitely be destroyed.
The cities conquered by the undead did not slaughter all the rat people, they left behind the surrendered residents.
What kind of residents will surrender?
Commoners, slaves, lower-class people who are not qualified to enjoy life.
No matter what kind of person it is, it does not include the rat people in the House of Representatives.
They are the powerful class of the rat race. As long as they do not want to lose their rights and give up their current good life, they must fight to the end.
Once you have tasted the taste of power, no one will give up easily, and it is impossible to give up.
This is the most fundamental conflict.
They never thought of surrendering.
After a long silence, a new noble said, "I support the emperor and mobilize the soldiers from the other two battlefields. We cannot let the undead roam unchecked."
"Yes, we can't let the undead run wild!"
"Fight! We rat people cannot admit defeat."
"The Skaven will always be brilliant!"
Compared with the old aristocrats, the new aristocrats are more aggressive. After they have figured it out, they will hardly hesitate.
If someone takes the lead, someone will follow.
More and more new nobles are beginning to speak out.
Not only did they have to mobilize soldiers from the two battlefields, they also had to join the battle themselves.
This is a last resort.
Go to the battlefield and fight for a future for your descendants.
Otherwise, just wait for the undead to push over and kill them all.
The old nobles looked at the new nobles, and their minds, already filled with interests, seemed to be filled with enthusiasm.
No matter how the two parties slandered each other in the past, at this time, they must work together.
"I want to go!"
"I want to go too!"
"Wish to go!"
"I still have private soldiers!"
An old nobleman also stood up and shouted loudly.
Looking at the increasingly excited nobles, a smile finally appeared on the face of the Rat King.