From Skaven to God-King of War

Just when there was chaos on the grassland.

A weak and chaotic team of rat men marched bleakly into the depths of the grassland.

A crude flag.

A bunch of confused slave rats.

A preparatory Skaven warlord in tattered armor.

That's all there is to this team.

There were many more slave rats in Banner's hand than when he just set out from Prairie City. In order to survive, he robbed several groups of slave rat transport teams and slave catching teams that he encountered on the grassland.

Kill the leaders and leaders of these teams, wrap up the slave rats who are kneeling and begging for mercy, assemble them into a chaotic team, and break into the depths of the grassland.

Come for an opportunity.

In the information given by the big shots in the temple, three areas were marked.

Obviously, the big man may not be sure where other intelligent races gather in this empty grassland.

Or, the big shot knew, but Qi was not qualified to know more detailed information.

In short, Qi doesn't have much capital for trial and error.

The power in his hands did not support him traveling back and forth across the vast grassland.

There was nothing to hesitate, so with a deep breath, he chose the middle one among the three areas as the target this time.

At this time, all we can do is pray to the great gods.

In fact, Flag did the same.

In that simple city where everything was hastily settled, they knelt down devoutly before a temple that already had a simple prototype.

Without entering the temple, without generous sacrifices, he is not qualified to kneel before the altar of the god.

He can only kowtow from a distance. In this case, it makes no difference to him whether he kowtows in the temple or outside the temple.

“O great god!

Please look after me!

Great God!

I hope I have good luck this time! "

This is the prayer Hata made to the great god outside the temple.

The number of troops in hand reached 40,000.

This is one of the few good news.

As for the consequences of plundering the slave-catching team and the slave-rat transport team, I did not consider it.

The flag was very clean, and it didn't matter if it wasn't clean. He was already heading deeper into the grassland.

If he could come back this time, the possible prosecution and costs would not be a big problem for him.

If you can't come back, then come find him on the grassland.

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In the rolling hills.

The war of the Western Expeditionary Force once again reached a stalemate.

The war came to a standstill.

Even if they are still pressing on the rat warriors, even if they are constantly pressing on the rat warriors.

But the war inevitably came to a standstill.

Because of a tree, a towering giant tree.

Almost all the land in the rolling hills was to be taken over by the Western Expeditionary Force. The half-elves were retreating steadily, the mountain forests were burned, the ancient trees were cut down, and the ratmen swarmed in like locusts and almost destroyed this area. Everything attached to the territory.

All that was left was desolation and blackness.

If everything goes well, the Western Expeditionary Force should be the first batch of Skaven to end the war.

Until the rat people arrived at the half-elf capital, they were firmly blocked by a huge towering oak tree.

This is indeed just a tree, just a magical tree big enough for half-elves to build a city on it.

For the first time, the flames that were invincible against the lush mountains and forests lost their effect.

The flames can only do limited damage to this huge oak tree.

The rough old bark on the surface of the giant oak tree cannot be ignited at all, at least with ordinary flames, and its hardness is also terrifying.

Even if ordinary rat warriors tried their best, they could only leave a white spot on this huge tree.

Even the stone bullets thrown by the huge trebuchet caused a bit of pain to the huge oak tree.

This oak tree is really huge.

In the Western Expeditionary Force, the only thing that could cause harm to this giant tree was the horrific pollution brought by the bloated rat-men.

But again, the problem is that this oak tree is too big.

The contamination of a single bloated Skaven is like a drop of ink on a vast lake.

This little bit of pollution cannot overwhelm the huge tree in front of us.

But this problem is also easy to solve for the Western Expeditionary Force.

It should have been easily solved.

After all, it's enough to just keep adding more weight to the Swollen Skaven.

Behind the Western Expeditionary Force are the senior rat priests.

There is no need to doubt the wealth of these senior rat priests.

The cultivation of swollen ratmen only requires blood mushrooms.

It's nothing more than pressing some blood mushrooms, and then pressing some more blood mushrooms.

But something unexpected happened recently.

The senior rat priests themselves had a little problem.

A large-scale chaos and struggle broke out among these senior rat priests, and also implicated the Western Expeditionary Force that besieged the half-elf capital.

The fruits of victory are already in front of you, all you need to do is invest a little more blood mushrooms.

But there was no follow-up. The two senior rat priests stationed in the Western Expeditionary Force left the Western Expeditionary Force in a hurry and rushed towards the ruined city at the center of the battle.

The logistics did not completely collapse, at least the cave mushrooms were still being thrown over continuously.

But there were no more.

These senior rat priests could no longer care about the war in this rolling hills, anyway, the most important coal mine had already entered the mining stage.

As for the grand sacrifice after the victory of the war, yes, it was of course very important, and there was no rat priest who did not want to show up in a grand sacrifice after a victory.

There were just too many senior priests aiming at this. In a grand sacrifice, it was impossible for all senior priests to stand in a row and kneel on the altar to accept the gaze of the gods together.

Perhaps it was best for only one rat man to bear this honor.

This was also the reason why Sheng Qi was obviously very cooperative and there was no danger, but he was attacked without hesitation.

As the leader of the Western Expeditionary Force, Sheng Qi was the most qualified to enjoy this victory.

But now he could not care about many things.

If the senior rat priests united together, they might be able to fight against the white rats, but it was obvious that they were not united, and the white rats had always been so accurate in their judgment of these guys.

As long as some sweet treats are given casually, the loose alliance will fall apart, and there will be a few more guys shaking their heads and tails in front of him.

The alliance is irreversible. Now it is time to stand on the side of the rat lords and show loyalty to the white rats who have not asked about the affairs of the kingdom for a long time.

Or stand on the side of the rat councilors who are unwilling to admit defeat and are still struggling to support the alliance.

But no matter what choice is made.

In the fight between the two sides, some guys will definitely be abandoned and become victims.

Obviously, no one wants to be that victim.

It can be predicted that for a long time, most of the senior rat priests should not be able to spare their hands.

It brought some obvious troubles.

On the chaotic battlefield, Sheng Qi was suppressed by the magic aura whizzing through the sky. Without the senior priest as the leader, the magic power of the rats was greatly reduced, and they could no longer compete with those half-elf elders.

Another round of gorgeous magic aura whizzed by.

Smashing on the ratmen clinging to the trunk of the huge oak tree like ants, a large number of ratmen warriors fell like raindrops in screams.

Sheng Qi also shouted angrily, waving the flag in his hand.

"Release! Release!"

Behind him, a large number of huge catapults were displayed. After inviting the big-mouthed big-clawed priest to join the army, these terrifying and rough war machines finally became more reliable.

Although the randomness of the death god's roll call still exists, it has finally changed from the original probability of taking the operator away every time it is launched to the current probability of taking the operator up to the sky once in ten launches.

The big-mouthed big-clawed priest himself did not dare to board these war machines designed by himself.

Amid the shouts, the harsh sound waves across the sky, and the desperate wails, one swollen ratman after another exploded on the trunk of the huge oak tree.

A little bit of bloody spots were left on the crown of this huge oak tree, but the area occupied was ultimately too small.

The war had to continue. Even though the senior rat priests were increasingly unable to help the battlefield, the official priests were not taken away.

In the ringing of the bell.

This siege was particularly difficult. The rats were now fighting with the half-elf warriors for every wrinkle of the bark at the bottom of the trunk.

This huge oak tree was really too big.

Even the wrinkles on the trunk were wide enough to serve as a platform for the army to stay.

Many rat warriors were driven up the huge trunk by the rat priests, climbing up and fighting fiercely with the half-elf warriors in a small environment.

In the continuous cruel war, the half-elves were also forced to change. All the elite warriors who had to go through various trials before they could take office had withdrawn from the stage.

Those extremely elite mountain warriors and wanderers had been disbanded and incorporated into ordinary troops.

A helpless move. In the brutal wars, death has become an eternal theme. The training of these elite warriors has long been unable to keep up with the speed of loss.

Even if they are not disbanded and reorganized, they will sooner or later withdraw from the stage in the war.

Only the magic archers were retained.

Half-elf warriors, reserve troops, and archer squads, these three types of troops officially stepped onto the stage.

Half-elf warriors are no longer like their predecessors, mountain warriors, who are naked from the waist up to show their bravery.

A sacred oak spear that is not much worse than a metal weapon, a rough but absolutely reliable oak shield, and a rough bark armor.

This is the standard configuration of a half-elf warrior.

It is held by adult male half-elves and is now the main war force of the half-elves.

The reserve army, composed of those immature half-elf youths and elderly people, stepped onto the battlefield in the all-out war that was losing step by step.

It has the same equipment configuration as the half-elf warriors.

Divided into two groups, a reserve force consisting of infants and young people was placed in the canopy of the sacred oak for training, while the reserve force consisting of elderly half-elves went to the battlefield.

In fact, these old half-elves are not easy to deal with. Over the long years, these old half-elves have been able to master one or two magic tricks, and they basically have strong martial arts.

Although he cannot fight on this cruel battlefield for a long time due to his declining physical fitness, at certain times he can cause great trouble to the incoming rat warriors.

Finally, there's the shooter squad.

Half-elves abandoned the elite archer model once represented by the rogue.

The former half-elf rogues were not so much archers, but more versatile and powerful.

Scouting, reconnaissance, harassment, and sniping are all things that half-elf rogues are very capable of.

Some versatile and dangerous troops, it's just a pity that these half-elf rogues met the Skaven army as their opponents.

The rat people never cared about the sacrifice of the rat warriors. Even if they tried their best to harass and kill batch after batch of rat men in the dark, it was just like that to the rat people.

Even these guys have never attracted Sheng Qi's attention.

And their proud ability to lurk and disguise is even more of a joke to the rat people.

When the rat warriors all over the mountains and plains followed the waving flag of the gods and began to destroy and destroy every inch of land and every area they passed.

Those who greeted these half-elf wanderers could only retreat unwillingly.

A large number of regular archer troops were formed. Accuracy and distance were not the most critical. Facing the rat people coming like a tide, they quickly threw arrows to suppress the most rat people in the shortest time. Warrior, this becomes the first need.

It was supposed to be a large phalanx of archers.

It's just that in that war, a large gathering of archers would be immediately attacked by the rat men's huge trebuchets.

The priority even exceeds those of the half-elf elders who came forward.

After one or two strikes, the half-elf archer phalanx was broken up into small-scale archer troops, which flexibly appeared on the treetops and branches of the sacred oak tree as a support force for the battlefield.

The rat people forced the half-elves to throw everything into the battlefield, whether they were the reclusive tribes that were the most disobedient and undisciplined, or the conservatives who clung to traditions and were unwilling to compromise with the unknown gods.

They all converged on this sacred oak tree in the terrifying rat tide that washed the land like a flood or a natural disaster.

Become a member of that half-elf kingdom.

After all, the rat people don't care what you believe in, what traditions you follow, or what conflicts you have with other half-elves.

In their view, killing you and putting you on the altar of the gods is your rightful belonging and glory.

The sweeping wave of rat-men has almost destroyed everything in this rolling hills.

The half-elves united like never before.

To survive, just to survive.

Brutal war continues on this huge oak tree.

That night, amidst cheers and after heaping the lives of countless Skaven warriors, the Skaven finally captured a fold on the rough tree trunk.