From Skaven to God-King of War

The last centaur knight was cut open by a temple guard with a hook-like sacrificial instrument, and half of the body's bones were removed. He was still alive and howling in pain.

But such torture did not bring joy to the temple guard.

The more delicate the movements in his hands, the more frightened the expression on his face.

By mistake, when removing the ribs, the hook pierced the centaur knight's heart.

At this moment, a look of relief appeared on the face of this powerful knight running across the vast grassland, at this moment of death.

Blood spurted out, splashing on the temple knight's face. He was sluggish, frightened, and angry. With boundless anger, the hook in his hand fell and pulled out the scratched heart.

Pulling and screaming, the angry temple guard pulled hard on the heart in his hand. The connection between the heart and the corpse had not been severed.

With great force, the body was pulled up, and it fell to the ground. When he got up again, the silver armor on the temple guard was stained with blood.

He was tearing apart the corpse of the centaur warrior in front of him crazily, like an incompetent and furious madman, but suddenly, this madness suddenly changed.

The transition from madness to panic took only a moment, and he knelt down on the ground, seemingly praying for something.

Just didn't get a response.

He raised the twisted and deformed heart in his hand high.

Kneel down devoutly, kneel down on this scarlet grassland.

There was no joy in the mountains of corpses, no glory in this effortless victory.

The temple guards did not suffer huge losses. There were only 9,500 people left in the 10,000-person team, a battle loss ratio of almost 200 to one.

Soon after, the white mouse officially came to this grassland.

In such a long time, this is the first time that the white mouse has left the barren mountains.

This news was delivered to this grassland early, and both the temple guards and the rat lords were ready.

Among the guys who could decide the fate of this grassland, only Shu Zhan didn't arrive because he couldn't get away from the war.

When facing the white rat, the rat lords put aside their grudges one by one and gathered together as they did before, standing quietly in front of the white rat.

Just the distance between each other and the vague guarding still clearly demonstrated the irrepressible contradictions of these guys.

Even if it stands in front of the white mouse, this contradiction cannot be let go, even temporarily.

The white rat is the teacher of all the rat priests, but for the rat men, such feelings are really not worth mentioning.

Then there are the temple guards.

The leader of the temple guards did not take off his helmet, and stood in front of the white mouse with a group of silent subordinates who did not dare to raise their heads.

The white mouse looked past him and past the temple guards behind him.

At this moment, the leader of the temple guards truly lowered his head, looking a little more sad.

The white mouse looked at the temple outside the grassland city, the palace of the great gods. Under the care of the temple guards, every temple of the gods was so exquisite.

In silence, he stared at the palace of this great god.

After this astonishing blasphemy, he, as high priest, should have bowed before the god.

He withdrew his gaze, but he was a little more fearful. This was not what he should have been. His faith was still so pious.

Like the child who has done something wrong, or in other words, the child who wants to work hard to leave a good impression in front of his parents.

Time was running out. When the construction of the glorious yellow statue began, he had expectations, but he made the same mistake he had made before.

God’s greatness needs no such thing to demonstrate.

But why, why did he still have expectations?

He will offer war to the gods and reach all the places the Skaven can reach but cannot.

In the end, the white mouse still did not step into the temple in front of Prairie City.

In front of the ruins.

A large number of rat troops have blocked everything in this area. The tortured centaur warriors were hung up high by the rat men. Most of them were dead, but some of the skilled temple guards were also There are still some guys left alive.

Even if the bones are removed and the skin and flesh are peeled off, they are still alive. All they need is some blood mushrooms. Being hung high, this kind of torture does not last long. The blood mushrooms and pain have destroyed the minds of these guys. , can no longer be regarded as truly alive.

An instinctive yet mechanical wail.

This centaur army isn't all there is to pay.

In fact, the remaining ratmen in this city were also captured immediately, but it was not enough. All the ratmen in this area were brought here and were active during the time when the temple of the god was breached. All Skaven in this area will be sacrificed as part of the price.

Precise screening was impossible, but in order not to miss every ratman to be sacrificed, the temple guards doubled the size of the circle.

Covering one-fifth of the area of ​​the Four Seasons Ranch, all the ratmen active in this area will die. Regardless of whether the guys included in this circle are innocent or not, they will die if they do not come to rescue the temple of the great god.

But it’s not enough, and it’s still not enough.

The rat lord of the rat city closest to this city was pressed by the temple guards. In front of the white rat, this guy didn't even dare to use magic to resist. He cried and begged, but it was of no use. The white rat even Not even looking at him.

Collapsed into a ball, this rat lord will also be offered as today's sacrifice, as the final sacrifice.

This was an unabashed persecution and implication, but the temple guards did not hide their intention to do so.

Countless ratmen were driven toward the ruins in wailing sounds.

The bloody butcher knife also swung towards him.

Such a scene shocked the grassland gods who were watching all this.

A grand sacrifice.

This was a grand sacrifice, and it was impossible to count how many lives were sacrificed. One hundred thousand centaur knights served as the base, and countless rat men supplemented the sacrifice.

But it's still not over yet. The White Rat issued a killing order to the Rat War in its own name, not in the name of the Rat Council, a killing order targeting the Centaur race.

The guards of the temple are also average. They also offer a reward. Regardless of whether they are old or young, dead or alive, a centaur can exchange them for 500 blood mushrooms.

All centaurs, living or dead, will be built here. If there are many centaurs, they will be built into mountains. If there are few centaurs, they will be built into mounds.

A dazzling bloody aura appeared during this bloody sacrificial ceremony. This turbid and intense bloody aura filled the air toward Du Yuan in the sky.

The grassland gods fearfully avoided the bloody aura that filled the air. Not all of them had made up their minds to run wildly on the path of the cruel evil god, and not all of them were prepared to be entangled by the whispers of the sentient beings.

Du Yuan did not avoid it. The dazzling scarlet color could not even change the color of the blood around him. The irresistible resentment wanted to infect Du Yuan's divine body, and mottled flames rose from the cracks in his arms. He stood up and swept away all the resentment that had spilled out.

Resentment is just a kind of emotion, how can it withstand the burning of the mottled fire of desire.

During the grand sacrifice.

The old white rat knelt down in front of the ruins of the temple. Behind him, the great god never responded.

This kneeling lasted all day and night.

Du Yuan knew that Du Yuan knew where the white rat was kneeling down at this moment, but he couldn't even take a second look.

Pairs of malicious eyes stared at him vaguely from various angles. This malicious sight almost obscured everything in front of him.

The evil god is supposed to be ruthless.

There was a hint of sadness in the eyes of the white rat. This sadness was so familiar, as if he had seen it in another rat man not long ago.

What a similar feeling of sadness.

The grand sacrifice was over. This ruined rat city was no longer built, but a fortress was built around him.

A group of temple guards stayed here, seemingly wanting to protect the ruins for a long time and also to make up for their responsibilities.

This is not an easy decision, and it may last a lifetime for them.

Wandering around these ruins all my life.

But they still stayed, the temple guards were indeed pious.

The White Rat did not pause in this ruins for long, and left sadly. The Underground Rat City still needed him to be in charge, and he had to deal with many things.

He must ensure the success of this war. This is the only thing he can give to the gods.

The white mouse always feels that he has less to give to the gods. If only he could give more, it would be better. If only he could give more.

But there wasn't much he could give.

He did not stop because of the divine gift that might appear at the end of this war.

The White Rat is a truly devout believer, a fanatical and devout believer.

He doesn't desire anything from the great gods, he just really wants to give the gods more.

The war is still going on, and the temple guards have learned the lesson.

They still did not directly join the war, but gathered deep in the grassland, and a strong fortress was built by them at the rear of the war. They would stick to the rear and never let what happened today happen again.

Relying on the fortress built by the temple guards, a new logistics line was also born.

Underground tunnels have their own advantages, but the underground tunnels dug in a hurry are too narrow after all.

Even though the rat people have continued to expand, it is still too crowded for the huge support force gathered from the rear.