Chapter 14, All the Cards

"Don't get excited, Old Zhang, I want three God Cards, which include my hush money and my loan fees.

You must know that the anchoring of the academy is very different this time. Although my family is only rat people, I participated in this anchoring, so my value is naturally higher. Your price is not enough. I want three God Cards, and I want designated God Cards!"

"Not enough, I can give you three God Cards, but three designated God Cards, this is not enough!"

"What if I change the fifty-year service contract to a hundred-year war contract."

Du Yuan said calmly to Old Zhang, but Old Zhang was a little surprised, surprised at Du Yuan's decision, but did not stop him.

"You can designate the Rat God Card."

"Okay, then let's do it!"

Soon Du Yuan completed the transaction and had three more God Cards in his hand.

Weapons at the tail, sharp claws, and the inheritance of the Rat Priest.

These three God Cards are undoubtedly very fine cards.

Each card can bring a lot of enhancement to the ratmen under Du Yuan, and these god cards can only be loaded by ratmen, otherwise it will not be Du Yuan's turn to choose.

For this, Du Yuan paid a high price. According to the investment agreement he signed, the resources he needs to repay every year will double in the next fifty years.

The agreement can be terminated at any time as long as the resources are repaid.

On the contrary, if he cannot repay within fifty years, then this investment contract will become a conscription contract.

The forces behind the Truth Pavilion have the right to conscript Du Yuan to participate in any war within a hundred years.

Whether it is to open up the world, participate in the war of gods, or simply to die, it is legal and Du Yuan has no right to resist.

At the beginning, Du Yuan felt that those apprentice gods and demigods who mortgaged themselves to the Truth Pavilion were too unwise, but he did not expect that it would come to this point now.

Shaking his head, Du Yuan did not know what kind of expression he should give.

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In the dormitory, Du Yuan sat cross-legged on the bed, descending into the clan world. What caught his eye was the slightly crowded ratman cave, and the busy and excited white rats.

In just one night, the cave was already full of ratmen, and the number of ratmen under Du Yuan suddenly jumped to more than 4,000.

If you look closely, you will find that a large part of the ratmen in the cave now actually look a little petite, and are a head shorter than the white rats and the spear rats.

They are all newly born new ratmen.

The ratman tribe of 4,000 mixed new ratmen is already the limit that this cave can accommodate. This cave can no longer accommodate more ratmen, and the output of cave mushrooms is not enough.

At this time, most of these new ratmen are staring at the altar not far away and the white rat standing on the altar.

Or to be more precise, they are staring at the cracked lizardman eggs floating in the blood-red lake, and the blood-red mushrooms emerging from the cracks of the lizardman eggs.

The young ratmen did not understand what the gods represented, but they knew that as long as they completed the sacrifice to that god, the cunning and powerful White Rat Boss would give each of them a blood mushroom.

Ever since the raid on the lizardmen camp, the White Rat had been preparing for this sacrifice.

Even several lizardmen's heads were placed on the altar. The White Rat knelt in front of the altar and shouted loudly with a sharp voice.

"Great God! Great God! We offer sacrifices to you! Great God!"

There were no standard prayer sentences, only the words that were repeated constantly because of excitement, and the body that was trembling with excitement.

The sacrifice began.

A living lizardman was pulled over. He roared in anger and fear, but unfortunately he was surrounded by too many ratmen and had no room for him to struggle. He was killed on the spot and pushed into the blood lake.

Then four lizardmen were pulled over one after another, and all were killed and pushed into the lake.

The Spear Rat stood aside and watched all this happen. During this period, his relationship with the White Rat was eased, at least it was no longer so tense.

Moreover, his faith was much more devout than before, and it was almost reaching the standard of a believer.

The motivation for such a change was obvious. The Spear Rat's greedy eyes stayed on the most conspicuous blood mushrooms with some black spots around the altar without moving.

For these blood-red mushrooms.

Soon after, the last lizardman was killed and pushed into the lake.

The White Rat waved his arms high and roared loudly.

"Praise God! Praise the great God!"

The devout ratmen around him also shouted loudly, but the group of new ratmen were a little confused. They just looked at the white rat in front of the altar, but they also followed suit and shouted.

"Great God, great God."

White Rat was not very satisfied with this situation. He looked around the huge group of ratmen in front of him with cold eyes and found a few guys who were not pious. Soon, several more ratmen corpses appeared in the blood lake, and all the ratmen shouted loudly.

"Praise the gods! Praise the great gods!"

The faith generated by the sacrifice gathered on the altar, and the bright light of faith flickered on the stone pillars.

Du Yuan, who was watching all this happen in the sky, also felt that the time was almost up. He pinched his hand forward, and half of the faith value stored in the altar was drawn out by Du Yuan.

With the blessing of a huge amount of faith value, Du Yuan completed a short descent, and a pair of indifferent and emotionless blood-red eyes appeared in the hearts of all the ratmen present. Three bright lights descended together with the oracle read out by Du Yuan's cold words.

At this moment, there was a short silence, and then the fanatical shouting, and Du Yuan suddenly had many more devout ratmen believers.

White Rat shouted out the oracle sent down by Du Yuan loudly.

"Gods fight! Gods fight!"

Just like that, the second sacrifice of the rats was over. Perhaps because the blood-colored aura produced by the blood sacrifice finally reached the level of quantitative change, Du Yuan's body had a little more blood red, and his temperament had become a little more cold.

Du Yuan did not look at the rats again, but cast his eyes on the forest in the distance.

All the lizard eggs were soaked in water, and even mushrooms grew, so there was no room for easing.

Du Yuan had played all his cards. No matter what cards the opponent had, Du Yuan had only these cards.

The next thing was war.

Of course, the war did not start all at once, or in other words, Du Yuan did not think that his rats had the ability to start a war seriously.

But it didn't matter. The victory of the war was not limited to the victory on the front battlefield, but could also be a process of one side gaining while the other side losing.