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Chapter 258: Rat People Economics

The guild area is perhaps the most orderly area among the Skaven.

Away from the killing in the lower nest and the intrigues of the upper class, at least it can be seen that the ratmen do not belong to the Chaos camp.

As long as they have food to eat, they will choose to live a quiet life. If there is always food underground, they basically will not choose to go to the ground.

Especially the ratmen living in the guild area, basically everyone has his own job and tasks, and can get stable rewards and food.

Just like humans, if they have work to do and food to eat, they won't cause trouble.

But today, the good days of these ratmen in the guild district are over. After a while of searching, Windlow and Mousse have found the location of the guild district's granary.

A heavily fortified area.

"A storm rat holding a halberd, and guarding the food. It's not particularly powerful, but it can't be underestimated."

As a dread lord, Moose had of course fought against ratmen before. The rare storm rats among the ratmen left a deep impression on her.

Only black-haired rats who are born with strong bodies and lush hair are qualified to be selected as storm rats.

They enjoy the best treatment and the most food, and they are also the most loyal to their warlords and clan leaders.

While other ratmen fled out of cowardice, they were still able to fight steadfastly.

The storm rats holding halberds are the elite among the elites. The halberds that are taller than their bodies only need one powerful strike to cause terrible damage.

Whether it's an imperial mercenary, a dwarf ranger, an elven ranger, a witch hunter captain, or a fire mage apprentice.

When facing a storm rat holding a halberd head-on, it will be killed by a lightning whirlwind.

Although Windlow didn't know the fighting power of the Storm Rats, he could still tell the armor on those guys.

It's really scary. Stormrat's armor is even 5 points better than the Empire Captain's armor.

There were at least thirty storm rats guarding the granary, and Mousse knew it was not easy for him to go deeper.

The dark elves are well aware of the shortcomings and weaknesses of all races in the world, so when targeting the ratmen they must strike at their morale.

The storm rats guarding the granary must have reached a state of fighting to the death.

Lacking armor-piercing weapons, she couldn't kill all the Storm Rats in one surprise attack. As long as the enemy reacted and called for reinforcements, she would have no way to escape unscathed.

Once you are dragged down and trapped in the enemy's camp, it will be very disadvantageous for you.

If they wanted to just rush in and set fire and then escape, then the Storm Rats who were in charge of guarding the granary would of course also work part-time as firefighters, so this plan would not work.

"So that's how it is, I understand!"

"Have you figured out a way to get in?"

The two were now moving away from the granary. Mousse turned her head to look at Windlo on the side. Facing so many elite ratmen, she, a dread lord, couldn't do anything. What did Windlo think?

"I understand. The economic model of the Skaven is based on grain, which is completely different from the gold standard of the Empire and the Dwarves!"

"what?"

With Mousse looking at him like a fool, Wendlow slowly started talking about what he was best at.

The so-called gold standard means that all currencies are aligned with gold, and gold is also a commodity.

All wealth is represented by gold, and gold can be used for various payments without restriction.

Due to the stability of gold and its small output, the economy and currency are very stable. This is also the most basic economic system for humans and dwarves, and it develops slowly in stability.

But the ratmen are completely different. Even some big guys among the greenskins know the importance of gold, but this thing is completely meaningless to the ratmen.

Even if gold was dug up, there was no way to trade it with humans and dwarves for food. At best, all they could get was relatively soft stone.

Therefore, the economy of the rat people is completely dependent on food, and the amount of food determines their internal trade volume and GDP.

Mousse didn't want to listen to Windlow talking about these strange business terms that he had never heard of before, but he didn't want to interrupt him either. This guy obviously had good ideas most of the time, but he insisted on saying a lot of reasoning in advance.

According to her experience, there should be more than ten minutes before Windlow comes to his conclusion, so she can pay attention to whether the situation nearby is safe.

Naturally, Windlow continued to talk big.

Although food is the basic economy of the rat people, it is very different from gold.

Food will rot, and the harvest quantity is extremely unstable.

Sometimes you go out and rob a big group of people, and you can get a lot of food. Sometimes you can't beat anyone, and you won't have any food at all.

This also means that the Rat People's economy is doomed to be sometimes good and sometimes bad. Under such a terrible economic model, the Rat People's personalities are similar to those of various gamblers, and in this respect, they are no different from humans.

Human gamblers are so used to seeing the wealth in their hands fluctuate that they go completely crazy.

"Retreat, I have a way to destroy all the food of the rat people."

"withdraw?"

In the past, Windlow would explain all the reasons, but today he just said to withdraw.

Just retreat. Mousse himself has no methods or tactics anyway, although with his own strength and equipment he can easily defeat all the storm rats present.

But now we are deep behind enemy lines, and God knows how many ratmen are still in the shadows. The dark elves never fight a battle without preparation, and never fight a battle without confidence.

The two retreated along the same route and found a familiar orange hair in a ditch leaving the hive.

They hurried over and found that it was the dwarf butcher who had brought the two to the ratmen's underground nest.

He seemed not to pay attention to the road under his feet and fell all the way out of the nest, getting dizzy and knocked unconscious.

After feeling the breath, I have to say that the dwarf's physical fitness is indeed strong. He is not dead yet.

"I'll carry you on my back. I don't like dwarves."

Whether it is the High Elves, Dark Elves or Wood Elves, they all dislike the dwarves as a race.

Fortunately, the dwarves' butchers were not in the habit of wearing armor, so the overall weight was not very large, so they could carry it directly out of the ratmen's underground nest.

After returning to the Dwarf Fortress and sending the Dwarf Butcher to the hospital, Windlow had already prepared his entire plan.

The first step is to buy various foods.

The ten gold coins given by Gelt were not a small number. Only four of them were needed to buy three full carriages of food, and even fill them up.

When placed on the ground, it is 10 meters long, 5 meters wide and 3 meters high.

"So is this necessarily related to destroying the rat people's food?"

Mousse already showed a curious look.