From Skaven to God-King of War

This undoubtedly represents a big step forward for the wild boar's trainee god on the road to godhood.

only?

What's the cost?

The steady wild boar commander was pushed onto the altar.

Look carefully.

You can feel an inexplicable aura from his body, like the thick mountains.

He is already a hero.

A true hero.

It's just that as an extraordinary hero, he has not yet created his own deeds and written his own legend, but he has already been tied to this cross full of thorns.

The sharp steel pierced his tough skin, and bright red blood gurgled out.

The once calm face was now full of exhaustion.

There was a lot of abuse in the audience.

As the first commander to propose joining forces, he broke the deadlock between the priest and the commander, allowing more power to be preserved.

But he didn't get thanked.

He didn't feel angry or sad because of the insults from the wild boar civilians in the audience. They had the right to curse him.

Countless wild boar civilians were brutally killed in this forest after losing the protection of the army.

He deserves to be resented.

But, the only thing he wanted to save was.

It's about the transformation of the quilboar knight.

The calm quilboar commander begged the high priest in front of him.

"We need those knights. This lush forest is not our only battlefield. Only those knights can prevent the war from spreading to our home!"

"Don't let the war burn in our hometown, okay!"

At this time, it was almost a plea.

He begged the high priest in front of him bitterly.

It was just silence in exchange.

What appeared in his eyes was despair, and the sadness that couldn't be wiped away.

There are already wild boar priests who have begun to preach the guilt of the calm wild boar commander to the civilians in the audience.

All problems are pushed to him.

Accompanied by the increasingly noisy scene, these angry wild boar civilians began to shout loudly.

"Burn him! Burn him!"

None of this moved the calm wild boar commander. He just muttered in disappointment.

Towards the high priest in front of him.

"I once promised those children that I would go back with victory. I once silently swore that I would make that golden wheat field golden forever."

The low words made the high priest in front of him become more and more silent.

The sharp blade passed through the chest of the calm commander silently.

Accompanied by the tired face of the quilboar high priest.

If you don't say sorry, everything is irreversible.

Under the oracle of that god.

He couldn't object, and the quilboar priests couldn't object.

There was no resentment on the face of the quilboar commander, some were just sad and some were just disappointed.

Can he not understand that the transformation of the Wild Boar Knight is irreversible?

Can he not know that this topic must not be opposed now?

But he still objected.

He objected and was thrown out by all the quilboar commanders as a stepping stone for the priests.

All the blame was placed on him.

He raised his head feebly and looked at the sky from a distance.

"The wheat should be ripe."

The last words he spat out were neither resentment nor anger, such a simple sentence.

But they are the last words left by a hero before his death.

He did not die in battle, nor on the battlefield, nor was he defeated by the years and time after the legendary and vigorous first half of his life.

Die in sacrifice as a lowly sacrifice.

The quilboar hero died in despair at the quilboar.

The death of the calm commander completely detonated the atmosphere on the field, and the fanatical civilians shouted and cursed angrily.

There were many wild boar civilians with hatred on their faces who wanted to charge forward.

He was blocked by the surrounding soldiers.

These are the wild boar civilians who survived the brutal cleansing of the lush forest by the rat men not long ago.

It was a mess.

The fatigue on the high priest's face became more and more obvious.

He didn't say anything, and left in a hurry without even finishing the sacrifice.

Just stepped off the altar.

The flames soaring into the sky were ignited, accompanied by fanatical cheers.

But it made the wild boar high priest feel weak for no reason.

With a swaying pace, the world in front of him was spinning.

The powerful high priest among the wild boars fell to the ground and fainted.

Soon, other wild boar priests not far away saw this scene.

At a loss.

Even the anxious shouts were buried in the fanatical shouts.

And to make matters worse.

Sheng Qi is here.

Under the towering battle flag.

The swarming rat army once again swarmed out of the lush forest, excitedly and unobtrusively patronizing the big fat sheep they had just robbed a few days ago.

The industrial area that had just been repaired was instantly overturned to the ground by the rat men.

All kinds of things were dug out of the ruins by the rat people, cheering excitedly.

The outpost sounded the alarm as always, and the shouting wild boar civilians who gathered in front of the altar began to passively recall the painful scene some time ago amid the loud shouts of the soldiers.

That was a scene I definitely don’t want to remember.

Panic spread quickly, and they began to subconsciously look for a place to hide.

Faced with the alarm conveyed, the priests began to organize the situation, but the sudden collapse of the high priest still brought a bit of chaos to everything.

Everything is a bit of a mess.

Fortunately, those elite soldiers knew what they should do.

On the tall city wall, there were neat queues.

The city defense crossbow was activated again.

This time they still had nothing to do against the rat people roaring not far away.

Except for the incompetent firing of a few city-defending crossbows.

Nothing more could be done than take away a few poor unfortunates.

Those rat men had no intention of attacking the city at all, they just whizzed by and plundered, that's all.

Sheng Qi didn't know what happened in the city, but he didn't care about what happened in the city either.

He just came back every few days to see if the sheep had grown its hair back.

Just here to enjoy the autumn breeze, that's all.

Of course, with the frequency of Shengqi, it is estimated that it will not come many times.

The wild boars will completely give up on rebuilding the industrial areas outside the city.

The sheep are going to be bald.

The rat people roared excitedly outside this industrial city, accompanied by various sharp and noisy sounds.

Today is a pretty peaceful day anyway.

Except for the wild boar apprentice god who suddenly received a large amount of power of faith.

After all, he received a complete hero, the kind that was cremated.