From Skaven to God-King of War

Amid those noisy words, gradually, unspeakable annoyance appeared on Sheng Qi's face.

This is a messy and small room, a hot blast furnace, ores piled randomly in front of the blast furnace, large and small gears, and various metal fragments.

All of this made this small space become unspeakably chaotic, with the only neat corner.

It was just those pieces of unknown leather that were carefully unfolded and hung.

Dark scratches were engraved on the leather. This technique seemed to be carving the leather as if it were a stone wall.

In the traces, various rough mechanical structures were engraved.

These drawings are valuable.

It seemed that the path Longclaw had abandoned was picked up by other Skaven.

It's just that at this moment, they are not taken seriously.

In this messy and chaotic room, a rat man could no longer bear the ridiculous and ridiculous future described by the stooped and despicable guy in front of him.

Sheng Qi let out an angry roar.

He picked up a piece of rough gear from the ground, pointed at the ridiculous rickety rat in front of him and cursed.

"Do you think this will be the future of the rat people? Do you think the gods asked us to dig ore just to discover this kind of power?

damn it! Why would I want to believe a guy like you!

What a pathetic guy you are!

You are just a pathetic, lowly guy!

You have never seen the power of those despicable guys crawling in front of the great gods. You think that as long as I am willing to help you, then you can bring me great power with such ridiculous things.

Even comparable to the White Rat High Priest?

is that so! "

Sheng Qi has received too much stimulation recently, and finally recognized something clearly.

It no longer lives up to the stability it once had and has become a bit crazy.

He grabbed the hunched big-clawed priest in front of him and pulled him over violently.

This move is very dangerous, approaching the big-clawed priest with sharp claws unarmed.

If only the opponent could have a little more courage.

Sheng Qi glared fiercely at the nonsense guy in front of him.

Said word for word.

“I don’t need help with that damn, ridiculous, stupid thing of yours.

I can transfer you to the Western Expeditionary Force, and I can get you a blast furnace in that damn coal mine.

You have to become my subordinate, and you have to dedicate your loyalty, because there are not many people who are willing to give you despicable guys a chance, and I am one of them!

do you understand!

You despicable guys just need to offer your loyalty, and I will give you a chance. You will become a member of the Western Expeditionary Force. I will give you more resources. You must produce more equipment and control more weapons. , and then be loyal to me!

you this! damn it! disgusting! Dirty guy! do you understand! "

Sheng Qi almost roared loudly at the guy in front of him.

Yes, facing those senior rat priests who are united together, even if the thoughts in their hearts are constantly surging, even if they say viciously that they want to take revenge on them.

Thinking of supporting another faction and teaching those despicable guys a great lesson.

Before returning to Wasteland City, before meeting this ridiculous guy who had made arrogant remarks.

The young Sheng Qi still held on to a little hope.

In the Wasteland City, Sheng Qi once heard a joke. A Big Claw Priest, an ordinary Big Claw Priest, actually wanted to create a new group of rat priests.

and claimed that this was the will of God.

This is a joke that makes mice laugh, at least that’s what Sheng Qi thought when he first heard the joke.

Until he was abandoned and put on a collar, he became a joke.

Bet your hope on a joke.

He actually had a glimmer of hope in this guy until he heard the damn guy in front of him talking about that stupid concept in front of him.

damn it! Can I rely on the so-called spirit of minerals to gain the attention of gods?

Can I rely on that damn ore spirit to become a high priest comparable to a white rat?

Am I crazy?

This made Sheng Qi become angry and roar loudly.

But facing the angry and roaring Sheng Qi in front of him, the rickety big-clawed priest didn't show much panic.

He has faced this situation many times.

Many rat priests responded with contempt and disdain for his arrogant speech. The reason why he has not been beaten to death for so long is just because he is an excellent carver.

Sheng Qi calmed down a little.

After giving up that vain hope, he did have some things that needed these big claw priests.

He needs an army of his own.

A loyal force.

His men did not have any reliable strength, and it just so happened that he saw the power of the huge trebuchet in the war. At the same time, the operators of these war instruments in the future will almost always be these humble big-claw priests.

For this reason, even though Sheng Qi was annoyed, he still extended an olive branch to the damn guy in front of him.

Not many priests like these big-clawed priests who come from slave rats, so Shengqi's recruitment and control of them will hardly be noticed or noticed.

Sheng Qi urgently needs a force of his own.

But the premise is that this guy doesn't mention that damn ore spirit again!

Sheng Qitong looked at the calm-looking rickety rat man in front of him with red eyes.

Just facing the calm expression of the damn guy opposite, the anger in my heart could not be suppressed no matter what.

Until some trivial footsteps appeared not far away.

Suddenly, the anger on his face was instantly dispelled.

Like a frightened bird, Sheng Qi put down the calm-looking ricket rat man in his hand.

In a hurry, he plunged into the metal gears piled aside and disappeared.

Sheng Qi did not come to this waste city openly and openly. He should still be in the rolling hills now, and there must be no trace of him.

The rickety rat man who was put down adjusted his figure, and his calm expression became a little more frightening after seeing who the intruder was.

They are a group of young rat-man priests.

Amidst the chaotic and noisy sounds, malicious eyes were cast on him, and the body of the rickety rat man trembled a little more.

Even though he offended a large number of rat priests after saying those words, he was never afraid of being retaliated by these priests.

He is the best sculptor in Waste City. Under this premise, even if those guys don't like him, they will only treat him as a joke.

He is not afraid of the formal priests and senior priests, not even Sheng Qi.

These guys are bound by so many things and are used to attacking each other within those constraints.

And he is not even qualified to be restrained. It would be too shameful to attack him and nothing would be gained.

Compared to them, he was more afraid of the young rat-man priests wandering around the area doing nothing.

After entering this room, the young rat priests began to rummage skillfully.

Judging from the skillful movements, this kind of thing must have happened many times.

The rickety rat man wanted to escape, but was blocked by a young rat man priest with malicious intentions.

These despicable guys don't mind bullying the weak at all, even if they belong to the same clan.

The rickety rat man hugged his head and did not dare to resist.

The reason is also very simple, you can't beat it.

Before becoming a priest of the gods, he was a mining slave rat busy working in the mines deep in the barren mountains.

The heavy excavation had already crushed his body. If he had become a priest a few days later, he might have died in the mine.

This experience left him with an irreparable price. His frail and stooped body caused him to lose most of his ability to fight.

Hold your head tightly.

But it was also this experience that gave him an illusion.

A very hazy feeling.

Until I saw in the industrial area that the ores that had been mined all year round turned into hot molten iron and were shaped into various shapes.

He identified his feelings.

He finally confirmed his feelings.

At that moment, the frail Greatclaw priest felt guided.

Under the guidance of the gods!

But he's just a Great Claw Priest.

He felt that this was an experience given by the gods, and he felt that this was a revelation given by the gods.

This is an idea that won't get many strange looks if you shout it loudly. Too many rat priests think this way.

Although he seems to be a little different.

He was extremely certain.

The greedy and restless young rat-man priests set their sights on the hanging leather materials after rummaging around.

Then, they heard the angry roar from the guy who had been silently suffering the cowardice.

The rickety rat man who was too cowardly to resist had his eyes red and roared loudly.

He rushed towards these young guys fiercely, waving his sharp claws high.

You can see the deep black color on its large claws.

These young rat men were frightened and hid aside. This rickety rat man also got what he wanted.

A piece of leather hidden in the depths was taken into his arms, and then, there wasn't much movement after that.

The young rat priests who turned around gradually became angry.

Soon after, a beating occurred.

After a long time, the young rat priests left. These young and energetic guys did not pay attention to so many rules and interests.

A beating is a real beating.

This rickety rat man was beaten to the point of dying.

Sheng Qi emerged from the pile of gears, looked at this scene, and came to the rickety rat man.

He sighed deeply. He didn't know whether his choice was right or wrong. Maybe he shouldn't have hope for these despicable guys.

But he also had no choice.

"If you come in front of me within three months, then what I just said will still be valid."

He was disappointed with the guy in front of him.

But this rickety rat man is not only the best sculptor in Waste City, but also the only mechanic in Waste City.

Those huge catapults came from his design.

He is a valuable ratman.

So Shengqi still gave this guy a chance.

After saying that, Sheng Qi left in a hurry.

This small and messy room also returned to silence.

With a squirming body, the rickety priest with big claws did not care about his injuries, but took out the piece of leather from his arms with difficulty.

Unfold slowly.

There was a vague pattern painted on it, a pattern that he carefully carved out with his sharp claws.

On this pattern, a vague figure threw a spear high into a pile of stones, while a rat man knelt before the pile of stones, knelt before the vague figure, and raised his head feverishly. .

"The great god threw his spear at the ore and turned into the spirit of the ore.

This is the power you have given me, and I will definitely discover it.

I will definitely dig it out!

I am guided!

I am guided! "

Looking at the vague pattern in his hand, even though he was dying, the rickety rat man was trembling all over.

Whispering.

He is a humble Big Claw Priest who feels he is guided by the gods, a Big Claw Priest with a stooped body.

A madman.

Too many Greatclaw Priests are blocking all roads, too many Greatclaw Priests with little hope of climbing upward.

They either become numb, or run away like moths to a flame if any possible situation arises. This is why there is a crazy gathering of Big Claw Priests around Rat War recently.

Of course, there is also the last category, which is also the most common possibility, going crazy.

There are no rat priests who are not crazy.

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The simple fortress on the edge of the vast grassland.

Okay, maybe it's no longer appropriate to call this fortress a simple fortress.

As time goes by, and with the arrival of large numbers of rat-men, they are filled with various kinds of rat-men.

Some of them are not suitable for leading the team into the grassland, and some cowardly guys are also looking for their own way out.

Among them, the various large-claw priests are the most numerous.

Most of the slave rats were reviled for cowardly running away on the battlefield, although this proportion has declined as the underground rat city has grown and prospered.

Many breeding houses are already eliminating the surplus female ratmen and those who are naturally short and thin into slave rats.

But there is definitely no shortage of cowards among slave rats.

The same goes for the Greatclaw Priests, who are born from slave rats.

Fortunately, with the gathering of rat people and the birth of the noisy ruins, some new needs appeared in the city, giving them another choice.

Many Greatclaw priests have taken up their old profession.

He began to expand this simple fortress with slave rats.

There is no charge, you only need to pay a little bit of blood mushroom powder, and then these professional guys can quickly help you dig an open cave in the cliff.

Thanks to them, this simple fortress was rapidly expanding and becoming more complicated.

At the same time, the construction of some necessary things in the rat city was quickly completed.

These big-clawed priests who are good at digging are not the only ones who are unemployed.

The cave mushroom cultivation room and the ratman breeding room, these two caves are the most basic configuration of the ratman city, and they quickly began to spread inside the cliff.

These two buildings can support the most basic needs of the rat people, breeding and food.

But these two kinds of caves are not the only ones that appear in this simple fortress.

Something newer has appeared.

For example, weapons workshop and armor workshop.

Of course, these two workshops are not formal, and even the things they produce are quite clumsy. A small cave, a group of rat men chewing wood and pulling leather in the dark, can produce some wooden spears, which are simple and extremely crude. Ill-fitting leather armor, and some wooden shields.

This kind of thing will definitely not be looked at twice, but it is unexpectedly sought after by the low-level rat people.

Even many rat warriors in Rat Zhan's army would come to purchase some leather armor.

This simple fortress is quickly transforming into a qualified city.

Although Shu Zhan, as the leader of this fortress, neither cares nor cares about this.

He's been having a headache lately.

Inexplicably, Shu Zhan found that the weapons he purchased from the barren mountains began to increase in price significantly.