From Skaven to God-King of War

Dawn.

The lizardman leader tiredly welcomed the dawn of another day. The warm sunshine was shining, and there were far fewer lizardman warriors around him than two days ago.

In just three days, three hundred lizard warriors had fallen in this mountain range. Only two hundred of the originally five hundred lizard warriors were left.

Correspondingly, the rat army suffered even more serious losses.

Every night, these crazy rat-men would charge towards the lizard-men advancing deep into the mountains.

There were corpses everywhere as far as the eye could see.

Not far away, a rat man holding a wooden staff climbed up from under an extremely large rat corpse, roaring sharply in his resentful and angry eyes.

"You damn reptiles, reptiles, reptiles that anger the gods, I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"

He waved his wooden staff high and charged towards the lizard man leader without hesitation. However, the strength between the two was too great. In just one move, the rat man fell to the ground.

Staring at the blood-red eyes, he looked at the lizard man leader in front of him angrily and unwillingly, muttering to himself.

"Kill you guys!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he lost his breath, his eyes widened, and he refused to close his eyes.

During the night, the fighting lasted all night. In the past three days, the crazy rat people almost never stopped moving for a day, especially after the arrival of these madman-like priests.

The leader of the lizardmen could no longer remember how many rat priests he had killed. It might have been a number that he would never see in his lifetime. He couldn't remember clearly.

The further he advances, the crazier these rat priests will become.

He was getting closer to his destination.

Cold corpses were piled up along the path they came from, both rat-men and lizard-men, fresh and smelly ones piled on top of each other.

His faith is not pious, and he even has some doubts about the sudden arrival of the gods, but he looks at the scene in front of him and the final destination in front of him.

There was a little wavering in the trance.

He made a pious move.

Pray to your own gods.

I prayed in that tired voice.

"May the gods bless you!"

Immediately after, shouting loudly, the tired lizard warriors behind them also took steps and started marching towards the mountains in front of them.

….

In the cave, in front of the bloody lake, where Du Yuan's altar was placed, a sudden attack occurred. Ratmen of all sizes were tied up and pushed to the blood lake and Du Yuan's altar.

Among the frightened and struggling figures, there was the figure of the Spear Rat, and what he faced was the gloomy and uncertain guy in front of the altar, the White Rat.

With the continuous entry of rat priests, the war has become more and more cruel. These crazy priests are not even prepared to let go of themselves, and naturally they will not let other rat men go.

All the ratmen started a crazy charge amidst the superimposed madness techniques, even the spear rats were in this ranks.

Those who escape will no longer be relegated to slavery, but will continue to be pushed into the battlefield and continue to fight with those lizard people.

The speared rat was scared. Faced with such a situation, he was really scared. In the charge where the entire army was almost annihilated again and again, he looked at the crazy rat priest next to him, and looked at the tall and raised figure in the distance. The leader of the bludgeoning lizardmen.

Fear filled his heart until he destroyed everything, fled back to the underground cave with the remaining guards and rat warriors, and refused to fight again.

The Spear Rat completely lost his faith in Du Yuan. He felt that it would be nice to have no gods. He was scared, he was really scared, and wanted to run away along the dug tunnel. When the lizard people left, the gods After disappearing, he will still be the boss in this mountain range.

But just when he wanted to escape, he was once again attracted by the blood mushroom and couldn't move his eyes away.

Unexpectedly, the white rat did not reprimand him and broke out into a fight with him. It seemed that he had forgiven him, and it seemed that there was really no manpower available in the war. He just asked him to protect the altar when the lizard men attacked it. Good altar.

The Spear Rat has no intention of listening or doing anything. He will run away immediately after the group of lizardmen arrive. The only reason why he is still here is because the White Rat piled a bunch of bright blood mushrooms in front of him. , but it’s useless. No matter how many blood mushrooms there are, he will not fight them again. These priests are all madmen, and these guys who believe in that god are all madmen.

He's not crazy, he's a smart guy and he can't fight.

But he wants to eat blood mushrooms.

In this way, the Spear Rat did not escape the evil consequences of greed in the end. When the lizard man team was about to arrive in the underground cave, the White Rat suddenly attacked, killing the Spear Rat and the rat warriors who followed the Spear Rat. , tied up all the Spear Rat's personal guards, and pushed them together to the altar of the great god.

The speared rat struggled in fear, but what greeted him was the white rat's sudden smile after its gloomy expression.

"I won't kill you. You despicable guys are not worthy of being sacrificed to the gods."

"There are not many rat warriors left now!"

These words made Spear Rat, a guy with the potential of a hero, suddenly feel the hope of survival. He shook his body crazily, squirming on the ground like a maggot.

"Let me go. I am willing to fight for the gods. Let me go. Only I can fight with them and their leader!"

shouted in a high-pitched voice.

However, the white rat ignored his cry and instead gave him a meaningful smile.

Compared with the losses of the lizardmen, the losses of the ratmen will only be greater. The thousand ratmen warriors originally accumulated by Du Yuan have only a few dozen left, and the accumulated priests are also charging in waves. The casualties were overwhelming.

The only remaining rat men in the cave are the seven or eight rat priests, the tied rat warriors in front of them, and the hunched and silent slave rats. .

They looked at everything in front of them quietly, but did not react to most things.

Until the snow-white mouse climbed onto the altar and shouted loudly.

Those pairs of red eyes gradually gained a little sparkle, and this sparkle reached its peak when the rat priests sent blossoming blood mushrooms in front of them.

Amid the violent gasps, greed appeared in the eyes of these slave rats.

He randomly stuffed the bright red mushroom into his mouth, and unimaginable warmth surged through his body.

What followed was piety, unparalleled piety.

They fanatically followed the white rat and chanted together.

"For the gods!"

"For the gods!"

The Spear Rat looked at this scene in horror. This scene brought back his memories of the battlefield, and he shook his body uneasily.

What frightened him even more was that the white rat came towards him, carrying a blood mushroom that was completely black and without any blood.

With that smiling expression.

An unspeakable fear began to brew in his heart until the white mouse pulled the cloth from his mouth.

"You are all crazy! You are all crazy!"

Cries of terror and despair echoed in the cave.