Chapter 7 Eating Goblins Alive

Phew!

"squeak!"

A rat that had discarded its mail armor fell to the ground with a sound, and the flames instantly scorched the rat's fur, making it cooked from the inside out.

The continuous aroma of meat wafted around, and the rats with a keen sense of smell quickly smelled this attractive smell.

However, they did not feel fear, but their appetite increased greatly. Unlike the clan rats who owned tribes, the slave rats who were turned into tools lived an unimaginably hard life. The best food they could eat was actually the corpses of their companions.

Therefore, Shushu, who originally wanted to escape, was attracted back by the smell of meat.

"What are you doing so stupidly! If any rat dares to back down again! I will make him become dinner for the entire army!"

After saying that, another fireball flew out of Ictor's hand, blasting several goblins gathered together to pieces.

"Chiliu."

Seeing Shushu taking the initiative to ask questions, Ictor couldn't help but look at the rat man twice. Sure enough, it was the rat who strung the goblins together.

Ictor looked at the messy goods around him and began to think.

There is still half a month before reaching the main front line, and the closer to the front line, the fewer big cities there are, which means that the convoy will pass through more ungoverned wilderness.

"No limit this time! Eat as much as you catch!"

"Sir! I am Geniel!"

Not to mention the annoying goblins, if stronger combat forces such as jackals or bandits came to kill, the convoy would most likely suffer heavy casualties.

Thanks to the capture of enough goblins in this battle, the remaining 73 rats reluctantly gave up the fight.

Smelling the goblins roasted by the fireball, the fear of the slave rats disappeared instantly.

In Skaven society, clan rats can still be treated as consumables, but slave rats are basically equivalent to food reserves that can be used for work.

The journey is still long. Judging from the speed of the convoy, it will take at least half a month to reach the frontline territory.

"I completely agree, but as long as we don't settle down for a day, I won't have enough time to restrain them properly!"

"This rat! That's right, it's you. What's your name?"

No matter how bad the clan rats are, they are still better than slave rats!

And seeing that the most tyrannical rats among them all went to the Love Clan to become clan rats, the remaining slave rats followed suit and joined the team.

As the leader of a caravan traveling around the world, he would have died on the way if he hadn't taken a moment.

Iket was very satisfied.

"what to do?"

Now it seems that with so many slave rats, it would be really hard for them to be honest if no one follows them to bully them!

"Now that you have become clan rats, you must behave yourself. Now, Genil will command all your rats, and each clan rat will manage 17 slave rats.

Join the Loving Clan! You no longer have to be that despicable slave thing! Become a clan rat! Kill the most and be full of food!"

Skaven society is full of betrayal, and under the suppression of the absolute power of the clan leader, clan rats like them can indeed be replaced at any time.

Aris, covered in red, ran from a distance, the blade in his hand still dripping with blood.

"Very well Geniel, you asked very well!"

With the quality of the rats, it’s hard to say how much supplies they would lose along the way.

After having enough wine and food, Iket found five of the rats.

If you want to lead the team through successfully, you must change your thinking.

Genil immediately responded, although he didn’t know what the loving clan was in the words of the patriarch, but the opportunity to become a clan rat was very precious!

When goblins became food, the mentality of the rat people also changed.

The so-called caring clan was actually something he made up casually, but he still hoped that the mice could be educated into caring creatures, so this name was just right.

It just so happens that we can use clans to trap these rat people and form their own management system.

"Yes! yes! Sir. No! Lord Patriarch! Please let me join the Love Clan!"

But first, he had to solve the Rats' problems.

If we find out that you are not managing well, there will be a new rat on top!"

"Rat cubs! Grab your weapons! Get ready for dinner!"

Iket already has some ideas about this.

Ictor specifically praised it, which was very helpful to Genil.

Very good! My loving clan just needs brave rats like you! Capable rats!

Seeing this, Iket quickly issued an order to summon the rat men.

A rat asked, speaking with the rat-human's unique vibrato, but his tone was more trembling than usual, making him look very excited.

But this kind of rat is exactly what Ictor needs.

This rat-man looks stronger than the other rat-rats, and he is doing relatively well among the slave rats. He must have bullied other rat-rats a lot.

After the battle, the Rats and Rats who planned to eat all the Goblins gave full play to their subjective initiative and made a decent living by "burying a pot to make rice".

He was still too naive before, hoping to train these rats properly after reaching the territory.

Some rats even skewered several goblins, then placed their spears next to the burning fire, pulled out their daggers, and continued to kill them.

Ictor directly asked the bravest rat, and the eyes of the rat that was clicked instantly lit up.

Skaven are really difficult creatures to manage. As cannon fodder, they are no more useful than old farmers.

"Master, what should we do next?"

The situation turned around instantly.

Ictor almost said these words in the language that the rat people can understand best, and the effect is obvious.

These rats were all observed by Ictor and were the ones who fought the hardest on the battlefield, including the rat who skewered goblins and roasted them.

"Rat cubs! You are blessed! Your master hates annoying goblins! And now, these stupid green dwarf things are being chewed by you!

"Master Iket, these rat men are really hard to take care of!"

"Buffet! yes! yes! Green Dwarf stuff! die! die!"

Ikot's current rat army is really strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

The Rats who had regained their fighting spirit immediately showed their fighting power. Every time they poked the spears in their hands, a goblin fell down.

Once there is a chance to climb up, these rat men will definitely seize it. This slave rat named Genil has such expectations.

"Sir, sir! What are your orders?"

As a slave rat, with the favor of the patriarch, he became a rat on top of a rat. How could he not cherish this position?

So during dinner, Iket saw that these clan rats began to bully their own kind very skillfully. With these "grassroots" forces, Iket no longer needed to spend so much energy restraining the rats.

However, the arithmetic level of these rats was approximately zero, and they were unable to calculate beyond the number of fingers. As a result, Ictor had to personally divide the teams for them.

"It's really not a good idea to continue like this."

The management team is really indispensable for cultural rats. Whether it is to better build the rat team or to develop warpstone technology in the future, increasing the proportion of cultural rats is an urgent issue.
Chapter completed!