From Skaven to God-King of War

What happened on this continental corridor spread to all parts of the Ratman Empire.

Many Skaven want Rat War dead.

On the grassland, the group of rat lords had some evil thoughts. Of course, it was not farsighted to do such a thing at such a juncture, but many things had nothing to do with foresight, they were just overwhelmed by hatred.

It's just that not all the rat men are like this. Without too much weighing and thinking, the temple guards began to surge.

They opened a smooth road and gathered a huge army. They suppressed all the changes of the rat lords.

Of course, the temple guards also don't like rat wars very much. Their positive actions have nothing to do with foresight and the overall situation. They are just the leaders of the temple guards trying their best to give an excellent answer.

Not long after the leader of the temple guards gathered a mighty team and set off.

A piece of news spread across this vast grassland. A ratman lord died mysteriously in the center of the city he commanded.

A rat lord who was planning to use some tricks died mysteriously in the middle of the city he commanded.

When the temple guards arrived at the place where the meteor fell, they encountered a problem.

This young strait has been occupied by fishmen and naga. These marine races are lurking under the water and watching more and more rat people on the shore with dangerous eyes.

The temple guards were not swayed by this terrifying pit.

Naturally, he will not be moved by these guys in the ocean.

He stepped into this sea area without wavering and fought with the entrenched Nagas and fish people.

A total of fifteen thousand temple guards arrived at this strait, and they all stepped into the strait to fight these Nagas.

The killing lasted for three days in this ocean. The temple guards were even better and forcibly broke through the blockade of the Nagas and fishmen, killing them with fear and returning the original peace and silence to this sea area.

But all this comes at a price. After this bloody battle, only 10,231 of the 15,000 temple guards were left.

In that grand and cruel battle, the temple guards only lost more than 1,500 people. But at this time, these powerful warriors, in just three days, in this small strait, the temple of death The guards far exceeded the total amount of that long battle.

In order to declare his piety, and also to show his attitude to the high priest sitting in the deserted mountains.

It is very difficult to declare one's piety in the Skaven Kingdom. Dying for the gods is something that many devout Skaven can do without hesitation.

Even if you die for your faith, you will gradually be unable to express anything and become far from enough.

If you can do more, that is true piety.

Just like the rat war.

Shu Zhan is not pious, not pious enough, but the sacrifices he gives and the sacrifices he offers are too eye-catching.

Even when the senior rat priests still had the right to speak, they couldn't label Rat War as disrespectful to the gods. It wasn't that they didn't want to, they just couldn't.

I have dedicated so much to the gods, so what qualifications do you have to talk about me?

This is of course a fallacy, but the rat people regard it as a fine wine. The most devout slave rat believer who can dedicate everything to the gods is far inferior to a person who has just understood the faith but can give the great god Rat warriors offering sacrifices.

The rat people don't think there is anything wrong with this logic. Their formalism is very serious, especially when it comes to the solemn issue of gods.

Even the temple guards are not exempt from vulgarity. They are proving their faith by fighting the enemies of the gods in this dangerous place that has just been attacked by the heretical gods, even if it is not worth it.

Without flinching, he killed the group of Nagas and fishmen so that they did not dare to approach this sea area, and boarded the opposite continent.

His whole body was wet, and his wounds were still swollen and ulcerated from being soaked in sea water for a long time. He was extremely tired from the continuous battle, but he knelt down devoutly and prayed to the great god.

Behind him, in the sea, countless corpses were floating, some of which belonged to rat-men, but most of them belonged to naga and fish-men.

Further back, racks of crossbows and huge trebuchets had been pushed over by the Big Claw priests.

This is not a suitable exchange ratio, but it is perfect for showing one's piety.

The temple guards are stationed here, not afraid of the attacks of heretical gods, and are recognized by the White Rat.

Not long after, the Nagas came back again. This time, a group of elderly ocean priests were mobilized, and huge waves were rolled up to clean up the piled corpses in the bay.

This sea area also became dangerous again. The temple guards did not go to the sea to fight. Instead, ferocious crossbows were pushed onto the coast.

A series of terrifying huge trebuchets began to operate.

Two fortresses were built on both sides of the strait. It was obvious that the rat people would not stop because of such a simple trouble.

Using a stupid method, they started to fill the big hole hit by the meteor. The effect was not that good with corpses, stones, and soil. The ocean priest of the Naga clan was constantly stirring up the waves.

last of the last.

Furnaces one after another were built by the rat people.

The Skaven began to pour molten iron into the strait.

A crazy plan, but the feasibility is very high. There is no shortage of mineral veins in this desolate grassland, but the barren grassland is really difficult to support a powerful empire that can properly utilize these mineral veins.

However, the rat people who broke in from outside the grassland gradually gained this qualification.

With the establishment of cities one after another, more resources were discovered and used by the rat people, and a large amount of land was converted into pastures for providing sacrifices. The war promoted the breeding houses to continuously supply rat people to the outside world, and caves emerged in the dark underground. Mushrooms serve as the cornerstone of the empire.

Predation brings wealth, faith and sacrifice bring prosperity, and the country formed by the rat people is moving towards becoming a truly huge empire.

And now this twisted empire, which has gradually emerged as a rough prototype, is using its own power to carry out a huge expedition, and this strait will only be an insignificant trouble in this expedition.

The hot molten iron is poured into the ocean, and the rolling white mist is brought out. The sea water is dyed black, which comes from the turbid slag extracted along with the molten iron.

This is the power of industry, an extremely wasteful method, but it has built a road in the sea, a road made of metal.

The creatures in this sea area died due to the contamination of the turbid black water. Even the fishmen and naga no longer dare to approach this area. This is a new method of terror that is different from the pollution of flesh and blood. Even the rat people themselves It is also impossible to resist, but simply, the rat people are not fish, nor fishmen, nor naga. They do not care what kind of pollution these churning black water will cause to this sea area.

They're not even human, they're rat people.

The fishmen and naga, who were given high hopes by the hostile demigods, did not act as a huge obstacle to the ratmen's advance.

Even though the ocean priests kept arousing the huge waves, they had little impact on this steel road that was forcibly cast in the ocean.

Unless the meteor falls again, this grand invasion will still continue. The Eastern Expeditionary Force that destroyed most of them did not frighten this group of crazy ratmen in the slightest.

The wiped out half of the Eastern Expeditionary Force was nothing to them.

And the flying star may not be able to fall again.

The Bone Temple next to the Scarlet Pit.

The giant bell that has taken a lot of effort from the temple guards is about to be completed. The hot blast furnace turns various ores and the mottled stones mined from the mountains into the bear orc arms, turning them into hot molten iron, which is poured into each piece. The skeleton comes out of the frame.

The molten iron cooled, revealing a bright yellow color, which looked a bit more sacred under the sunlight.

But the lines engraved on this giant bell are too ferocious, suppressing the sanctity.

Densely packed bones are inlaid on it, showing many styles and movements. Those who kneel, those who kneel in fear, those who kneel in fear, those who crawl on the ground, those who struggle, twist, and are pulled and torn. These twisted bones are together with the poured blood gold. It turned into a throne, a throne supported by countless bones, a throne with no one sitting on it.

Although no one was seated, it was clear to the temple guards who this throne was for.

Sure enough, among the rat people, the most suitable for art and culture are these temple guards with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

This is a ferocious giant bell, and it is also a giant bell that can make people feel inexplicably shocked at a glance.

This giant bell did not fall in the Skeleton Temple next to the scarlet pit. The falling meteor greatly changed the plans of the temple guards. The display of this giant bell was also changed amidst such twists and turns. The position will be taken by the temple guards to the deep pit where the flying star fell, where it will be hung high and beaten as a provocation to the heretical god and as a proof of one's piety.

A bunch of lunatics.

But there really aren't many people among the Ratmen who aren't crazy.

On the main continent, another team coveted by the heretical gods, this aristocratic coalition formed by the governor of the Youyan human race, encountered the rat people head-on.

In an environment and time that are not very conducive to the rat people.

Stepping out of the forest, on a plain, at the brightest moment of noon, the neatly organized coalition of nobles met their opponents.

A tangled bunch of ratmen.

Yes, a group of messy rat men. This group of rat men really cannot be called elite. There is a huge difference between humans and the weak mice that they expelled.

He even had the energy to smile and joke to a young knight on the side.

"Maybe you can get the title of expert mouse catcher this time."

The young knight was a little flattered by his words, a little more embarrassed, and held the lance in his hand a little tighter.

When the provincial governor saw this young knight's performance, a smile appeared on his face. This is the power of power, how intoxicating it is. Just a simple sentence can make a young knight with unlimited potential Showing such an expression to himself.

He was about to face a war, but as the commander-in-chief, he was a little distracted, thinking about other things.

With the support of His Majesty, he might be able to get a glimpse of the center of the continent in this turbulent era. Imperial Emperor is really a wonderful title.

Thinking like this, I couldn't help but get distracted.

The army he brought was indeed of good quality. The noble knights spontaneously formed their formations and prepared to charge. Many knights even opened their magic eyes slowly, as if they were preparing. What kind of spell.

Suddenly, a spear with gleaming light was thrown out by a knight.

The magic-laden spear made a violent explosion after landing.

But such a battle did not seem to cause any fear in the group of rat men in the distance.

The noisy sound came over.

The provincial governor who woke up from his dream of becoming an emperor raised his head displeasedly, and an ugly hairless rat-man carrying a flag came into his eyes.

This weird look made him want to laugh inexplicably, until the ugly hairless rat man who made people laugh made a throwing motion.

It seemed to be responding to the enchanted spear thrown by the knight.

There is still such a long distance.

The smile on his face did not fade away until the spear fell and the magic eyes on his forehead suddenly opened. Transparent magic shields appeared in front of the governor of the province. There were three in total, overlapping each other. But it was easily penetrated.

A scarlet spear easily penetrated the overlapping magic shield, and the expression on the provincial governor's face completely froze.

In the instant sting, he and the horse beneath him were nailed to the ground.

Even the most outstanding Warcraft war horse could not withstand such terrifying power. In an instant, he knelt on the ground and was pierced by the scarlet spear.

There was a look of disbelief on his face, and he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

The last second, he was obviously still dreaming of that beautiful dream, dreaming of becoming the emperor of the empire.

No one reacted. When they reacted, the governor of the province was already dead. This war was far from simple. Their ministers were far from making a fuss, and even looked down upon these rat men.

Who would have thought that this group of defeated generals who had lost their main force would not only refuse to retreat, but would also violently advance forward.

This coalition of nobles, on which the gods placed their hopes, lost their advantage the moment the battle broke out. The sudden fall of their commander was like a slap on the head.

This made the army a little more sluggish at this moment.

And the rat people obviously wouldn't give them a chance to react.

Under the black dragon flag, and under the command of the somewhat funny hairless rat man, the rat people poured over.