From Skaven to God-King of War

The grand sacrifice was carried out in the temple which was filled with a faint rotten smell.

The sacrifice held in the Rat War did not follow the set of etiquette gradually established by the temple guards, and it did not even begin at that moment when dusk and darkness intersected. There were no bells, no prayers, and there was just a black and headless rat. All people have is the black dragon flag fluttering in the wind.

As they climbed onto the high platform, as the flags fell, warriors of all races were pushed onto the altar one by one by the supervising team, and were killed in brutal techniques, without any sense of beauty or standard.

It was extremely wild, but it did not prevent the onlookers from raising their heads and cheering. The fanatical cheers echoed in this grassland for a long time.

Rat Zhan waved his flag on the high platform.

The biggest beneficiary of this war was him. The dazzling light fell, and a drop of something like a red gem fell from the sky and sank into Shu Zhan's body.

This was not Du Yuan's real blessing. Du Yuan, who stood above the sky, looked down at the sacrifice being performed below him. Du Yuan took out four crystals one by one. These four crystals were the last blessings of those grassland demigods. The residue, the residue after fragmentation, is also an extremely high-quality energy source.

Of course, using these things as energy is an extremely wasteful way, but sometimes it is indeed necessary.

Powerful gods can bring about radical changes to their believers. This is a gift, and Du Yuan also has the ability to exercise this gift after condensing his divinity.

It's just that after all, this is a power that can only be exercised by true gods. Du Yuan cannot let go of this blessing by relying on his own strength.

The crystal that gathered everything of the four demigods was crushed by Du Yuan, and four distinct rays of light appeared in Du Yuan. They were incompatible, until a mottled flame rose up, and in the burning of the flame, these four The ray of light twisted in Du Yuan's hand, shattered, and was extinguished, becoming more pure and restrained.

Everything left by the four demigods was erased by Du Yuan, leaving only the pure power. As the flames jumped, this pure power was dyed with a dazzling scarlet color. The seeds prepared by Du Yuan It’s also about to take shape.

This is the power that the Killing Priest brings to Du Yuan, and it is also the power that can push the rat people to truly transcend.

Du Yuan will plant a killing mark in the blood of all rat people. From today on, killing will truly bring strength to the rat people.

This is the gift that Du Yuan has been preparing for during this period. It can be said that after this killing mark is planted by Du Yuan, the rat people under Du Yuan can be regarded as an extraordinary race.

They will gain the ability to grow stronger as they kill.

There are just one or two problems. Du Yuan has not truly ascended to the gods, and there are too many rat people.

Even though Du Yuan was only one step away from ascending to the throne of god, he was still just a demigod in essence, and he had some reluctance to use this killing mark.

And even though Du Yuan is already a powerful god, with the number of rat-men, no matter how powerful the blessing is, it will become extremely thin when shared among each rat-men.

This is a difficult problem to solve, and there are other ideas. If Du Yuan does not disperse the killing mark in his hand, the killing mark condensed by the four demigod remnants should be able to create a terrifying The god sent rat men.

If Du Yuan does this, then without a few wars, this blessed guy will be able to touch the upper limit of the power of this small world.

But Du Yuan didn't do this.

Holding the gathered killing mark, in an instant, the complete killing mark was shattered in Du Yuan's hands and turned into countless tiny fragments. These fragments will serve as seeds to bring Du Yuan's power to all the rat people.

Although most of the seeds were destined to fail to take root and germinate in the end, it was a fair gift. Du Yuan gave the opportunity to all the rat people without any bias.

After doing all this, Du Yuan's figure disappeared from the sky.

This is also a silent blessing, an unnoticed blessing.

The killing marks that were too broken were unable to manifest any strange images, but they followed the wind and came into the bodies of every rat man.

This is Du Yuan's expectation, and it is also a seed that has been buried.

This blessing was unknown, and more rat people focused their attention on the gift that fell from the sky with the dazzling light and the lucky guy who received the gift.

The rat war is stronger and more dangerous.

The surging parties became even more uneasy in response to this news. Rat Zhan received the same gift as White Rat, which was an extremely difficult matter.

A longer lifespan will make some things that are already difficult to accept become more acute.

Almost no party in the Ratman Kingdom can accept the existence of Rat Zhan as a successor, but Rat Zhan's achievements are indeed dazzling, and the power in his hands is equally huge.

Some secret plotting started because some guys were restless.

In the entire Rat Man Kingdom, perhaps there was only one guy who was unfazed by this, and the White Rat put more of its energy into Rat Zhan.

Not long after this grand sacrifice ended, the high-spirited rat war started again. It took some time to mop up the remnants of the grassland races before moving on.

This war is not over yet.

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Sheng Qi has made some progress recently. Facing the endless sea, he realized a simple truth: rat people are not good at swimming, and rat people should not swim.

So how should we conduct this war that takes place in the boundless river?

The murlocs that haunt the coast have been wiped out by ratmen. Even these stupid guys are still afraid of death. Most of the murlocs who are not afraid of death were attacked by ratmen on the white sandy beach of a bay. rise.

As for the rest, Sheng Qi fell into silence as he looked at the group of murlocs floating up and down in the river.

The Big Claw Priest gave a solution, a huge square basin, a gray-black box, a gray-black iron box that can float on the water.

On the white sandy beach of the bay.

Sheng Qi hesitated a little more, his eyes lingered on the gray-black box floating on the water in front of him, and he wanted to say something, but the big-clawed priest next to him was so enthusiastic, patting his chest and promising Sheng Qi , unknowingly, Shengqi Company and five thousand rat warriors boarded this gray iron box.

A wave hit, and the gray-black iron box swayed far away. Sheng Qi almost lost his balance and fell into this wide and invisible river. He immediately sobered up a little. Sheng Qi discovered a problem, a problem that he had ignored. Regarding the question, the Ratman Priest who was tinkering with something didn't seem to come up with him, and he felt a little bit uneasy.

He wanted to shout stop, but the big-clawed priest on the shore had already released the connecting chain. Under the influence of the waves, the iron box carrying Rope Seven and five thousand unlucky rat warriors floated towards the depths of the sea.

Silly fish-men appeared around the iron box one after another. They were a little afraid of this huge box that they had never seen before, but after seeing the rat-men on the iron box, they became more excited.

Shengqi let out a shrill roar on the sea, with fear.

The Ratman's first attempt and adventure in the sea ended in an extremely embarrassing way. The wet rope Qi grabbed a lasso and returned to the shore. The Ratman Knights who were very flexible in all aspects came to the rescue again. their commander.

Sheng Qi was still in shock. On the sea not far away, the iron box tinkered by the Big Claw Priest was overturned by the fishmen on the sea. The rat warrior on it fell into the sea in fear. Although the rat warrior in the iron box Quite a few, but in the sea, the rat people were obviously no match for the fishmen, and they were all dragged into the sea.

Sheng Qi's face turned green when he came back to his senses. The bold and confident rat-man priest was thrown into the sea by the angry Sheng Qi. Sheng Qi was really shadowed by what these big-clawed priests had tinkered with. , just turned around, and Sheng Qi, whose expression was extremely different, found out awkwardly that he really couldn't do it without them.

Soon after, a larger metal bathtub was tinkered with by the Big Claw priests again, and they tried to fool Sheng Qi, but this time Sheng Qi, who had already suffered a loss, would be fooled again, and the confident Big Claw would be fooled. The Claw Priest personally presented this bathtub that he built himself.

The confidence on the face of the Big Claw Priest solidified, and he suddenly wanted to regret. Maybe this work needs to be modified, maybe it really needs to be modified. This regret, when he saw it, emerged from the sea not far away and threw it at him. After seeing the large murlocs in sight, we reached the top.

However, Sheng Qi obviously believed in his work. The rope was cut, and the rat priest was carried towards the sea by the big bathtub he tinkered with.

Soon after, in a cry of panic and despair, the confident rat priest disappeared into the sea along with his huge bathtub.

Sheng Qi specially invited those unreliable Big Claw priests together today. His hazy eyes swept over the Big Claw priests who were standing there blankly. From today on, the Big Claw priests have become much more reliable. At least they no longer scramble to bring bathtubs of different shapes to Sheng Qi.

Sheng Qi did not give up his attempt on this big river. This was a war in another direction. He could not disobey the orders of the Rat Council. The progress of the war was more beneficial to him, even if this big river and those big claws The priests all made him uneasy.

The rat people stumbled and began to set foot in the sea. It was not particularly smooth. Some had no clue, but they were still trying.

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The noisy ruins of Prairie City have become more prosperous recently, and the sacrifices offered to the gods under the stone pillars have become more exquisite.

There were some extra shiny utensils with delicate patterns to hold the plump mice and writhing earthworms, and the fresh grass blades were replaced by plump white mushrooms.

It's a strange mix, one that would make those temple guards furious.

The lines and patterns engraved on those shiny utensils are extremely complex and delicate, far more delicate than the rough patterns full of mistakes on the stone pillars, but there is a problem.

Although the patterns on those stone pillars are full of errors and twists, they are still engraved with the lines that belong to the great gods.

Although the patterns on these shining utensils are complex and exquisite, they do not point to the great gods at all. These are the sacrificial utensils of the grassland tribes. Looking at the degree of sophistication, they are most likely those placed in the temples of heretical gods. The sacrificial vessel in.

I don't know why he ended up here, and was placed in front of the stone pillar, creating a scene that could make the temple guards furious.

All the grassland gods had already been destroyed.

Deep in the noisy ruins.

The short rat man is no longer as active as he once was. His body is extremely thin and sickly, as if he is a skeleton covered in fur. Not only that, but the occasional colorful light can also be seen on his body.

This is not a very good situation.

This is a disease, a disease that should not appear on dwarf mice. There are only two groups in the entire kingdom of mice who are qualified to be entangled with this disease.

Skaven Priests and Greatclaw Priests.

Demonic disease or magic backlash, elements are not a safe force, and all those who use magic have to face danger. Priests are already the safest among many magic professions, because of the existence of gods, but every year There are also quite a few rat priests and big-claw priests who died because of the backlash of magic power.

In the past, this disease among the rat people was limited to rat priests and bigclaw priests.

But this dwarf mouse who is not a priest is not a priest of a great god, but she is also suffering from the demonic disease, and judging from the magic power flowing on her body, she has been corroded for a long time and is terminally ill.

She is dying.

But you can still smile.

Rolling up a pile of leather that had been sewn together, he looked at the dumb rat-man standing next to him with a smile.

"Why are you showing such an expression? It's not like you are going to die."

She seemed to be very clear about her condition and knew that she was going to die, but there was no trace of fear in her words.

He carefully rolled up the leather in his hands and gave instructions to the dumb rat-man beside him.

"Let's go. You don't need to wait until I die. Go to that barren mountain range. I have always wanted to go there. I really want to see the stone pillars of the great gods with my own eyes. It's a pity that I don't have the chance.

You must help me with this and help me promote these things. You must let all the rat people know about it.

These were discovered by my hairy rat. I am a powerful guy, I am not much worse than them.

Of course, if you don't help, forget it. Haven't you always wanted to be a temple guard? You are going to the barren mountains and the underground rat city. "

Saying this, he pushed the leather scroll in his hand towards the dumb guy in front of him, ignoring the sadness in the dumb rat man's eyes, and the weak and delicate rat man talked nonchalantly.