In the dark cave, the ratmen quickly dug upward passages.
Behind them, behind the long passage, is an ancient building.
It is a small semicircular arch building with a red halo slowly rotating in the middle.
And a large group of rat men were running out of it one after another, and they joined in the work of digging the road under the orders of their own claws.
In the alternative portal, a huge rat man wearing stone armor struggled to get out of it. It was nearly 3 meters tall and held a two-handed sword in its hand. The blade was made of an emerald-like dimensional stone.
"It's really squeezing me to death, can't you find a bigger portal?"
The giant rat made a dissatisfied cry as soon as it came over.
Beside it, a gray rat man wearing an animal skin decorated with colorful feathers comforted him: "General Jagged Tooth, this is the only portal we can find."
"But please rest assured, as long as we occupy this place, we will soon be able to collect the materials for the next portal and turn this small portal into a giant portal."
"Well, Master Morgan, I believe in you, you will definitely do it well, and our lord will definitely reward you when the time comes." General Jagged nodded with satisfaction.
Then he looked around and asked in a puzzled tone: "Are you really sure this is where we retreated a thousand years ago? Why can't I see our former compatriots?"
Mouse Man Morgan touched his white chin, lowered his head and thought for a while and said: "Maybe when our lords retreated, they hid the portal too deep, so that we need to dig close to the ground before we can
See the compatriots left behind.”
"What you said makes sense, Master Morgan. You are the wisest ratman. I trust your judgment... When we see the descendants of the remaining ratmen, we will integrate them and let them all become our mountain marks."
People of the tribe.”
The Sawtooth Ratman General waved the sword in his hand and said loudly: "I will lead them to continue to conquer the world and bring our Shanhen Tribe to glory."
"Ahem..." Ratman mage Morgan coughed a few times and immediately corrected the errors in his words, "Only the lord can lead the Shanhen Tribe to glory."
"Okay, it's your lord." General Jagged Rat Man curled his lips. My lord is still in the rat nest, so I can't live with my mouth. Aren't our lords also independent from the Skaven, maybe in the future?
, I can also go out independently here and become a lord...
On the ground, dozens of ratmen are playing and playing games. Their current task is very simple, that is, to grow some food. It doesn't matter whether they can survive or not.
Even if all the food is destroyed, those humans will transport a large amount of food here to solve all their food and clothing problems.
Another task is to give birth to mice. With their current carefree life, each female mouse will give birth to 5 to 10 mice every week on average.
Due to sufficient food, most mice and humans can survive in good health, except for those with congenital defects.
As for the grown ratmen, they will be assigned to various positions by the humans here, and only the strongest ratmen will be assigned to the army.
The lesser ones will become miners, and these are the ones humans like to recruit the most.
As for the rest, of course, they just grow food and give birth to rat people, and then just wander around the mountains with nothing to do.
However, for an hour every morning, many mice people need to go to the Taoist temple here to listen to the master reciting sutras, but they only need to go once or twice. Once they can recite sutras themselves, there is no need to go.
boom……
Not far away, a mountain path lined with strange rocks suddenly collapsed, startling the rat men playing around.
"Could it be that there were ratmen digging there and then it collapsed?..." A ratman squeaked.
"It's possible, let's go and take a look. According to our Taoist teachings, we should unite and love each other and help each other..." Another rat man suggested.
"Wow, you've learned so well. You actually know so many words. I want to give birth to a mouse-man with you..." A female mouse-man next to her looked at it with bright eyes.
"Let's go take a look, we have to help them... I hope they are not injured..."
Under the leadership of an older rat-man, dozens of rat-men immediately ran over.
When they came to the edge of the collapsed cave, rat-men who were similar to them but still had some slight differences rushed out from inside.
They wear simple leather or iron armor, and hold roughly polished spears or broadswords in their hands.
After coming out of the hole, as soon as he saw the rat men in front of him, he surrounded them all with a roar, and then started talking about them unscrupulously.
"The fur of these rat men looks so beautiful, I really want to eat it..."
"I want to eat too. Look, there is a smaller one there. It must taste good..."
The black-turbaned rat-men huddled together, not knowing what was going on, but after hearing the conversation of these rat-men, they immediately knew that these rat-men were not in the same group as them.
The older rat man stood up immediately and shouted: "Who are you? We are the rat men of the Black Turban Tribe. If you dare to hurt us, our clan leader will not let you go."
The surrounding rat men were talking a lot, but made no move to answer it.
"The Black Turban Rat People, I've never heard of them, they're just another small tribe..."
"Don't worry about them. As soon as our general comes, we can annex these rat people. I will have a full meal by then..."
The older rat man said a few more words, but the rat men surrounding them ignored him at all and were still in the middle of a chaotic discussion.
The older ratmen finally gave up. Faced with the situation of being surrounded, they knew very well what fate they would face if there was no miracle.
It said to the rats behind it: "We may be eaten this time, but before we die, please remember that we are the bravest rat people of the black turban tribe... Let us fight to the death..."
"Fight to the death..." The ratmen were also unambiguous. Some picked up rocks from the ground, and some directly raised their sharp claws.
Although the equipment is even simpler, their eyes are extremely firm.
The surrounded rat men were startled, and then they chatted casually. They all chose to ignore the actions of the surrounded rat men because the harm was too low.
They are the Skaven of the Mountains who are fighting against countless races. They are the Skaven tribe that split from the greatest Skaven. How can these remote Skaven lairs be their opponents?
Seeing that the unknown rat men surrounding them didn't take them seriously and didn't make any move, the older rat men also stretched out their hands to hold down the rat men beside them. Since the unknown rat men didn't move, they didn't want to move either.
As long as the patrolling ratmen see what's going on here, maybe they can still be saved.
Just when I was thinking about the patrol, I heard shouts from a distance, "Where are you from, and you actually went wild in our black-turbaned tribe."
However, seeing unknown ratmen emerging from the caves in increasing numbers, the tall ratman guards wearing armor in the distance immediately blew the whistle on their chests.
The loud whistle spread to the distance, and a large number of vultures were immediately frightened and flew in all directions.
At this time, a huge rat man jumped out of the hole. It was covered in stone armor and holding a big knife.
Looking at the tall armored rat men in the distance, and then at the rat soldiers around him, I found that they were all a head taller than the rat soldiers around them.
His eyes immediately widened, showing his mighty aura, "I am the Jagged General of the Shanhen Tribe, and you are all the descendants of the rat people left by our tribe. Now it is time for you to return."
The Jagged Rat Man General pointed his sword at the rat guards in front of him and said: "You are qualified to be my guards. This is your great honor. You will be proud to become the most noble rat guard of the general."
"Let our rat men go, we can talk slowly." A captain of the rat men guards came out.
General Sawtooth looked at the surrounded ratmen and saw that they were not very big and the threat was very small, so he put his big knife on the ground and nodded: "Let them leave..."
Although the ratmen were reluctant, they still obeyed General Jagged Tooth's order and finally opened a passage for them to leave.
The older rat man immediately ran out with the rat man behind him. When passing by the rat man captain in black turban, he heard him say to him, "Get out of here quickly, a war may break out here."
The older rat man nodded. He knew very well that when different rat men encountered each other, wars were the most frequent. This was what often happened when the Black Turban tribe did not unify Rat Mountain.
After they left, General Jagged Tooth said loudly: "Let your clan leader come to see me. I want it to surrender to me, and I want to recruit you all under my command."
"The clan leader is fighting outside. It will take a long time for you to see him. Why don't you and your army stay here and wait for our news." The rat captain said in a very normal tone, facing the tall rat
No one is afraid at all.
Because, behind the Ratman Captain, a large number of Ratmen came with neat steps. From the mountains, from the roads, and from hidden caves, groups of Ratmen ran out.
Their number is twice that of the Shanhenrats, which only have 3,000.
The saw-toothed rat-man general's pupils shrank, and he discovered that the rat-man army on the opposite side was not only uniformly armored, but also all tall, about a head taller than ordinary rat-men.
Are we at the headquarters of the Black Turban tribe? Are these elite guards?...
"If you want war, then go ahead and fight. We Shanhenrats are not afraid of war..." General Jagged saw this posture and knew that the other party had no intention of surrendering.
So he raised his machete and shouted: "Kill them out for me, or beat them to defeat them."
For this group of Shanhen tribe rat people, they have gone through many years of war, a multi-racial war.
They are very confident about winning against the strange ratmen in front of them, because they have the most complete unit system and the powerful Sawtooth General, which will surely lead them to victory.
And these situations have been verified in many worlds. The rat tribes scattered all over the world are no match for the rat soldiers who came out of the rat nests.