From Skaven to God-King of War

There is only one chance to take the flag.

He must bring something back.

The flag of the wolf orc leader is a good choice.

Kill the not-small tribe in front of him, kill the leader inside, snatch the fluttering flag, and then return triumphantly!

The most dangerous, the most difficult, the most impossible, but it is the choice of the flag without hesitation.

In the deep pit, in the dark night, the rough salt rubbed the swollen and white skin, bringing continuous pain.

There was a bit of indelible disgust in the red eyes.

Reason was not completely eliminated.

Time passed, and the night reached the deepest moment.

At this time, even these wolf orcs who were still a little wary were more sleepy.

They did not see the enemy, and the appearance of the rat army seemed to be a flash in the pan. Even if the wolf orc leader shouted and emphasized every day, the wolf orcs were still a little lazy.

It is not surprising. As the strongest who has never really had an opponent in this area, this is their pride.

It’s just that this pride encourages laziness, and laziness is accompanied by danger.

The sneaky figure climbed out of the dark pit.

The red eyes were filled with madness that could not be concealed.

In the deep darkness, with the faint sound of rustling, they ran wildly on this pale land and quickly dispersed.

The deep darkness was illuminated by the sudden flames.

The sleeping wolf orcs were awakened, and they had not yet figured out what was going on.

The flames were ignited in tents and tribes.

Chaos came with the flames.

The humble guys gathered under a rough flag and began their own run.

At this moment, the flag finally could no longer suppress the beating flame in their hearts.

Waving the flag wildly, in the surging waves.

Laughing wantonly.

This weak ratman army charged with the roaring flames as the background, charging towards the largest wolf orc tribe here.

In the chaos.

The wolf orc leader woke up.

After opening the curtain, all he saw was the burning fire, and his face changed.

He wanted to turn back, but the enemy had already arrived.

Qi abandoned most of his troops again, leaving them behind to block the wolf-beast warriors who were gathering.

At this time, there were only three or four hundred defective slave rats gathered around him.

A pair of red eyes fell on the wolf-beast leader.

In a hurry, the wolf only held a scimitar and saw clearly what the enemy in front of him looked like.

A group of short guys.

A group of short guys with red eyes.

A group of people with missing tails, missing ears, no hair, arms of different lengths, one eye, missing noses, and too thin.

A group of weak and deformed people abandoned by the rats.

Today, these guys were gathered together and stepped onto the battlefield amid the roar of the young rat waving the flag.

With red eyes, he charged at the wolf-beast leader in front of him.

Of course they are weak.

Killed easily by the wolf orc leader.

This wolf orc leader can easily kill the defective slave rats in front of him.

The wolf orc leader breathed a sigh of relief, even if the enemy in front of him is hundreds of times more than him, they are just a mob.

As long as he can kill, as long as he can kill these guys to fear, then he can survive.

The warriors in the tribe are already rushing here, not far away, the noisy fighting sound has reached his ears.

The wolf orc warriors who came are fighting with the ratmen troops who dropped the flag.

Just like the killing of those weak races on his grassland, aren't these weak guys like this?

Even if they gather a large number, as long as they kill some, they will lose the courage to fight and start to flee desperately.

Swing the scimitar.

Another defective slave rat that rushed over was cut into two sections.

Flesh flew everywhere, the pungent smell of blood filled the air, the slave rat that was cut into two sections had not died immediately, and was still crawling on the ground, with sharp wails and screams echoing in this area.

The wolf orc leader did this on purpose.

In order to scare the enemy in front of him in the most brutal way, just like what he did to the other weak races on the grassland.

The violent chopping off of the attacking ratman seriously consumed the physical strength of the wolf orc leader.

But the effect was not obvious.

These ratmen with red eyes did not seem to be afraid much.

During the battle, a wooden spear soaked in bitter salt water pierced into the body fiercely. In the severe pain, he let out a painful roar, and the defective slave rat that attacked him was grabbed by the wooden spear and pulled over.

He tore his arm with his claws.

In the splattering blood, these crazy guys in front of him finally stopped.

Without stopping his performance, he used the scimitar in his hand to cut off the handle of the wooden spear that had pierced his body. With red eyes, he stared at the ratmen who were surrounding him.

Finally, a little commotion finally appeared among the ratmen.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief.

A sharp pain came from his ankle.

Looking down, the wolf orc leader saw an incredible scene.

The weak rat man whose arms were torn apart by him, with a red and ferocious expression, unknowingly squirmed to his side and bit down hard on his thigh.

The leader of the wolf orcs was frightened by this crazy behavior.

He subconsciously took a step back.

At this time, he finally saw clearly that the rat men whose bodies he had cut off were not wailing at all.

Her red eyes never closed until she died, staring at him.

At this moment, the wolf orc leader no longer had the confidence he had just now, and a little fear that could not be suppressed naturally emerged in his heart.

Even though he held the scimitar tightly in his hand, it couldn't bring him any sense of security.

Because of the fear of death.

The crippled slave rats gathered around again, their eyes red.

Accompanied by the sharp neighing of the flag.

Humble guys, just because of a promise, they don't hesitate to put everything on themselves.

In the end, a wooden spear pierced the heart of the wolf orc leader, and even in the flash of light, he still killed the guy who pierced the wooden spear.

But not willingly.

Looking at the ordinary guy not far away carrying a flag.

After taking off his armor, Qi really didn't stand out at all.

Fall to your knees.

Lost his voice.

This wolf orc leader is indeed a powerful warrior.

There were only a dozen or twenty disabled slave rats left with blood all over Qi's side.

You can't enjoy this moment of victory like a hero.

He hurriedly cut off the head of the wolf-orc leader and cut off the high-flying giant wolf flag, which wrapped the head in his hand.

With the remaining followers, he began to escape.

The remaining guys were all abandoned in this chaotic camp.

In the burning flame, it disappeared like a dry branch.

Soon after, the wolf orc warriors who had wiped out all the ratmen came to the location of their leader and saw the kneeling headless corpse and the felled tribal flag.

Angry, he started chasing the murderer.

Qi once again used the same trick as last time and jumped into the vast bitter salt lake to avoid being chased. But this time, Qi really annoyed the group of wolf orcs.

A large number of wolf knights held torches and began to search along the lake shore.

There can be no delay.

There can be no further delay.

This group of wolf orcs will never let him go.

The flag swam all night, and the whole night gritted its teeth.

The moment he climbed ashore, Qi's whole body was swollen, swollen and white, like a foaming corpse.

All the defective slave rats following him were destroyed and turned into real bloated corpses in this big lake.

Only one tenacious guy made it to the end.

A one-eyed rat man, but his condition was very bad. The wound on his calf had completely festered, and the pale bones could be faintly seen.

Gritting his teeth, he chased the flag that staggered away.

But he couldn't catch up no matter what.

Looking at the flag that is about to go away.

After exploding his final strength, he was unwilling to give up and accept the ending of death. It was obvious that he had walked all the way.

He hugged Qi’s body.

Interrupting Qi's staggering run, both sides rolled around in this pale land in embarrassment.

I just have to leave, I have to leave this pale salt-alkali land.

Qi finally turned around, his red eyes staring at the one-eyed rat man who was pulling him.

"Let go! Let me go!"

An angry roar.

But the one-eyed rat man who was forced to a dead end was unwilling to give up no matter what.

He held on to the flag tightly.

"You promised me! You promised me!"

Regardless of his face, Qi bit the one-eyed rat man in front of him with a vicious bite. In pain, Qi broke away.

Not paying any attention to this guy's thoughts, he continued to stagger away.

The one-eyed rat man, who had no fear in the battle just now, with his red eyes tearing at the flesh and blood of the wolf-orc leader, let out a desperate cry at this moment.

"You promised me!

You promised me! "

The cry of despair no longer echoes, and the flag will probably never look back.

I noticed something, I usually don’t dare to notice and think about something strange.

After a brief moment of sluggishness, the dying guy let out crazy shouts and jeers.

He finally saw what he should have seen a long time ago. After losing the cover of the armor, the appearance of the flag was finally completely revealed.

A gray and black rat man, and a gray and black rat man with a missing tail.

Flag is also a bad guy.

"You are also a defective product, you are also a useless waste.

How could you become a rat warlord?

You've been lying to us all along!

Why do you dream of becoming a hero? "

In the midst of those crazy words, the flag that staggered away finally paused for a moment, and firmly held the giant wolf flag that wrapped the swollen head in his hand.

The expression on his face became extremely ferocious.

"Why can't I do it! Why can't I do it!"

But instead of yelling these words loudly at the guy behind him, he accelerated his pace a little.

Qi staggered away from this barren salt-alkali land, and his figure disappeared in the vast grassland.

Not long after, a group of wolf orcs came here and were attracted by the crazy one-eyed rat man.

This guy was still crying and laughing.

That crazy look made the wolf-orc knights hesitate a bit.

A rope was tied around the one-eyed rat man's neck.

One of this team of wolf orc knights will take him back first. These living guys will be soaked in the salt lake and die in painful wails.

Of course, this one-eyed rat man may not be able to endure such punishment when he is brought back to the tribe of wolf orcs. In his current state, it won't take long for him to be dragged away and his life will be taken away.

At this moment, the crazy guy felt a little more calm.

Staring at the grassland not far away.

Death is not scary to these disabled ratmen, it is something they have been facing.

Being whipped, dying in work, captured as sacrifices, conscripted, dying in battle, in the corners of the city, dying of hunger, dying in mutual fighting.

Death, death, death.

Death is no stranger to them. On the contrary, hope is so precious, and so is light.

Interesting.

A group of ratmen are longing for hope and light.

They are also Skaven, and they too desire to kneel before the glory of their gods.

But they are unwanted scraps.

He also wanted to be a leader, a hero.

But he is so humble, a pathetic person born with one eye.

Suddenly, a sharp neighing erupted, and the dying one-eyed rat man rushed towards the wolf-orc knights around him like he was reflecting back on himself.

This sudden outburst made the team of wolf orc knights even more panicked.

He bit a ferocious giant wolf hard, and the blood flowing into his mouth made the old one-eyed man even more energetic.

But such resistance doesn't mean much.

Executed by a wielding machete.

In addition to delaying the time of this team of Wolf Knights for a few minutes.

The corpse was trampled by the tyrannical wolf knight riding the giant wolf, turning into a shapeless puddle of bright red flesh.

The wolf knights rode giant wolves and began to search for traces of the rat man again nearby.

We didn't turn back again until it got dark.

After learning a lesson from being attacked at night, these wolf orcs became more cautious.

At dusk, except for the wolf knights on night patrol, all the rest of the force must turn back and return.

Running wildly through this pale land, except for the old one-eyed man, this team of wolf knights returned without success.

The flag indeed created a miracle.

The wolf-orcs on this salt-alkali lake suffered heavy losses, not because of the killed leader. The death of the leader would not plunge these wolf-orcs into complete chaos.

From the blazing fire.

The spreading flames were not completely extinguished until early morning. A large amount of resources and supplies disappeared in the flames, and the mining of salt mines also came to a standstill in the chaos.

The wolf orc priest who took over the chaotic situation chose to continue to stay with the tribe. Because of the fire and the loss of a lot of resources, this salt lake became more important and could not be abandoned.

The power that the Skaven have shown them so far has not allowed them to make the decision to cut off their own strength.

This is a tribe of wolf orcs that is not too small.

And all this chaos was caused by a guy who came here with a mob.

This is indeed a miracle, even if the flag is not calm and embarrassed.