From Skaven to God-King of War

"Don't be excited, Lao Zhangtou, I want three magic cards, which include my sealing fee and my loan fee.

You must know that this anchoring of the academy is very different. Although my family members are only rat people, but I participated in this anchoring, then my value will naturally become higher. Your price is not enough, I want Three divine cards, and I want the designated divine card! "

"It's not enough. I can give you three divine cards, but three designated divine cards are not enough!"

"What if I exchanged the fifty-year service contract for a one-hundred-year war contract."

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

"You can designate the rat-man god card."

"Okay, so be it!"

Du Yuan soon completed the transaction and had three more magic cards in his hand.

He holds a weapon at his tail and has sharp claws, inherited from the Ratman Priest.

These three divine cards are undoubtedly very high-quality cards.

Each one can bring a lot of strengthening to Du Yuan's Ratmen, and only Ratmen can load these divine cards, otherwise Du Yuan wouldn't be able to choose.

Du Yuan paid a heavy price for this. According to the investment agreement he signed, within fifty years, the resources he needs to repay will triple every year.

The agreement can be terminated at any time, as long as the resources are paid back.

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

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

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

At the beginning, Du Yuan felt that the trainee gods and demigods who had red-eyed mortgaged themselves to the Pavilion of Truth were really unwise, but he did not expect that they would reach such a step now.

Du Yuan shook his head, not knowing what kind of expression he was going to give.

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In the dormitory, Du Yuan sat cross-legged on the bed and came to the world of the family members. What he saw was the already slightly crowded rat man cave and the busy and excited white rat.

In just one night, the cave was filled with rat-men, and the number of rat-men under Du Yuan suddenly jumped to more than 4,000.

If you observe carefully, you will find that most of the rat men in the cave are actually a bit petite, a head shorter than the white rats and the spear rat.

They are all newly born rat-men.

The four thousand rat-men mixed with newborn rat-men are already the limit that this cave can accommodate. There is no more room for more rat-men in this cave, and the production of cave mushrooms is not enough.

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

Or to be more precise, he was staring at the lizard-man egg floating and cracking in the lake that had been dyed blood red, and the blood-red mushroom emerging from the cracks in the lizard-man egg.

The young rat men 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.

Since completing the raid on the lizardman camp, White Rat has been preparing for this sacrifice.

Several lizard-man heads were even placed on the altar. The white rat knelt down in front of the altar and shouted loudly with that sharp voice.

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

There were no standardized prayers, just the words that were repeated over and over again due to excitement, and the body that was so excited that it was trembling.

The sacrifice began.

A living lizard man was pulled over. He roared with anger and fear. Unfortunately, he was surrounded by too many rat men and there was 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 they were all killed and pushed into the lake.

The Spear Rat stood aside and watched all this happen. During this time, the relationship between him and the White Rat had eased, at least it was no longer so tense.

And even his faith is much more pious than before, and he is almost reaching the standard of a believer.

The impetus for such a change was obvious. The spear rat's greedy eyes stayed on the most conspicuously colored 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 mouse waved its arms high and roared loudly.

"Praise the gods! Praise the great gods!"

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

"Great god, great god."

The white rat was not very satisfied with this situation. He looked around the group of rat-men in front of him with cold eyes and found a few ungrateful guys. Soon after, several more rat-men corpses appeared in the blood lake. All the rat men also shouted loudly.

"Praise the gods! Praise the great gods!"

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

Du Yuan, who was watching all this happening from high in the sky, felt that the time was almost up. He squeezed his hand forward and half of the faith value stored in the altar was taken out by Du Yuan.

With the blessing of a huge amount of faith value, Du Yuan completed his brief arrival. A pair of blood-red eyes that were indifferent and emotionless appeared in the hearts of all the rat people present. Three bright lights accompanied the expression of Du Yuan's cold words. The edict came together.

At this moment, there was first a brief silence, and then the fanatical shouting. Du Yuan suddenly had many devout rat believers.

The white rat shouted loudly the oracle sent down by Du Yuan.

"God's war! God's war!"

In this way, the rat man's second sacrifice also ended. Perhaps because the bloody aura produced by the blood sacrifice finally reached the level of quantitative change, Du Yuan's body became a little more blood-red, and his temperament became more refined. A little cold.

Du Yuan stopped looking at the rat people, but turned his attention to the forest in the distance.

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

Du Yuan has played all his cards. No matter what cards the opponent has, these are the cards Du Yuan has anyway.

What follows is war.

Of course, the war did not start immediately. In other words, Du Yuan did not think that the rat people under him had the ability to seriously start a war.

But it doesn't matter. Victory in war is not limited to victory on the frontal battlefield. It can also be a process of ebb and flow.