From Skaven to God-King of War

One by one, thin men emerged from the shacks amidst shouts, and gathered in front of the guards with a bit of fear and desire.

The shouting guard offered a good price.

Fifteen copper coins.

The guards raised the lanterns on their waists and selected the men gathered in front of them like cattle. The weak firelight reflected the faces shivering in the rain.

The Pitchfork Knight, who was leaning on the simple shack, also heard the words shouted by the guard, and was a little dazed because of the reward of fifteen copper coins. Two copper coins could be exchanged for a large glass of beer.

Swallowed.

Behind him, there was a crunching sound, and a small figure poked his head out. Perhaps because he was too immature, or perhaps because he did not understand what was happening and was not afraid of the blood-stained Pitchfork Knight, with a confused expression. , a piece of white bread was handed out.

That was something brought by the Holy See Knight who visited this area not long ago, some tasteless white bread.

The piece of dough in the little guy's hand may have been there for a while, or maybe his hands were a little too dirty. A dark fingerprint was left on the piece of dough that was no longer white after being bitten.

The guards had already been selected, but before leaving, they brought the men gathered behind them to the Pitchfork Knight.

He saluted respectfully because of the old armor on the Pitchfork Knight and because of the corpses displayed in the middle of the street.

Faced with this situation, the ignorant little guy opened his eyes curiously, and subconsciously stuffed the originally delivered noodle back into his mouth. His teeth were not all straight, and the noodle was stained with saliva. There is also a small gap.

Pitchfork Knight was a little nervous about the guards gathered in front of him. He stopped moving for a while, looking a little cold and solemn, but the guards quickly left without disturbing him too much.

The Pitchfork Knight breathed a sigh of relief, and the little guy also looked away. He took out the dirty pancake from his mouth again and handed it to the Pitchfork Knight beside him. Behind him, an urgent voice sounded.

A woman with a tired face opened the old wooden door of the shack, but her face showed a bit of fear in the pungent blood. Pitchfork Knight noticed this scene and turned over to stand. When I got up, the little guy next to me was reluctant and took over the dirty pancake with two holes in it.

This is how the hunched Pitchfork Knight left.

The pounding rain is finally stopping.

Pulling open his mask, Pitchfork Knight stuffed the dirty panel into his mouth, and his figure gradually moved away.

On the city wall, the waists of emaciated figures were tied with ropes, and they began to slowly descend toward the outside of the city wall. The piled rat corpses outside the city wall needed to be cleaned up, and the various metal weapons left behind also needed to be collected.

These jobs need people to do them, so men from these slums are naturally found.

There is a certain danger. Not all the ratmen are dead, many are simply abandoned because they are injured.

The danger comes from these ratmen who are not dead, and they are easily attacked when rummaging through the corpses.

It's just that there is nothing so-called. These thin men are not particularly different from slave rats to a certain extent.

Under the city wall, a rat corpse among the corpses suddenly rose up and attacked a thin man. Even though there was no weapon in his hand, the sharp claws still tore a big hole in the thin man's stomach. , the internal organs flowed out, and it seemed that he would not survive.

After killing the thin man in front of him, the furious rat man dragged his broken thigh tenaciously, limping and trying to escape, but soon, an arrow shot through him. His body pinned him into the pile of corpses beneath him. Even if the rat man was hit by an arrow, he still struggled for a while before finally dying.

These injured ratmen who were abandoned on the battlefield were mixed in the piles of corpses outside the city wall and became some trouble.

Although these troubles existed, the recovery of weapons on the battlefield still continued. The man who was killed received a pension equal to about three times today's salary of copper coins, forty-five copper coins, and the thin and weak ones who were recruited Men's compensation has once again been improved.

Every time they bring back a spear, they will be rewarded with an additional copper coin. Such a simple move is very effective.

After entering a state of war, prices in Mountain Dew City increased dramatically. They needed more copper coins. Even if they were not feeding their families, they needed more copper coins just to feed themselves.

Many of these thin men died under this city wall.

Some time later, after the initial cleaning of the battlefield, jars of kerosene were thrown down the city wall. As fireballs fell one by one, the scorching flames were ignited.

The accumulation of corpses will bring many problems, even if it is to prevent these rat-man corpses from being laid on a slope, not to mention the diseases that come with decay, the pollution of the land, and these are all in total.

Landfilling is a very suitable situation, but in this darkness, leaving the city for work is not a wise choice. It is simply to light a fire.

In the hot flames, the rat man's corpse was gradually melting.

This is not a very exciting scene, but the ignited flames still make people feel at ease, and the morale of the city guards has been restored to a certain extent.

They believed that they could still persevere. The Stargazing Pope was obviously not so stupid as to release the news that Mountain Dew City would not receive reinforcements in a short period of time, and even deliberately started to spread some false news. In his words, a A huge coalition of nobles has been organized and is heading towards Mountain Dew City.

With such words, at least now, everyone is full of confidence. They believe that after the arrival of the noble coalition, these rat men will be easily defeated.

In fact, without dispatching elite ratmen, even if the number of ratmen warriors gathered is so large, individually or even in a small group, it is indeed not powerful.

Stargazing Pope's language art is very exquisite. In that speech to appease the city guards, for these city guards, there was also the magic knight who was also present.

It was just a few simple words, a few vague words, but it was extremely misleading, making the guards and the magic knights convinced of this.

It is not only the Stargazing Pope who has channels to communicate with other imperial provinces. Through complex marriages, nobles of all sizes have established networks of various sizes throughout the human empire.

They are undoubtedly well informed.

It can be seen that the vague words of the pope in that speech gave too much room for imagination, just one sentence.

"A region that has lost its master needs the support of a powerful person."

It just gave the nobles in Mountain Dew City many more thoughts that they shouldn't have, and gave them a little more peace of mind.

This is not surprising. Even if the Stargazer Pope sold all this area to other great nobles, as long as they are also nobles and are not greedy for the position of leader, their status will hardly fluctuate. , nobles and nobles have their own rules of the game.

In one speech, Pope Stargazing stabilized the city guards and many small noble families among the magic knights.

As for those great nobles who really understand the truth and can really get a glimpse of a higher level, they will not expose the words of the Stargazing Pope, which is of no benefit to them.

In fact, there is no need to be so anxious. The morale in the city is far from collapsing and needs encouragement. However, the Star-Keeping Pope seems a little too eager, perhaps because of uneasiness.

After learning that no force would come to rescue the city, he just became uneasy.

He needs to keep this city, he needs to keep the Stargazing Church, the god once sent a whisper, and the god needs believers to recite his name.

The dimness of the gods still had an impact on him. He was not as calm as he appeared, and the movements of the Stargazer Pope began to become urgent.

A troop was gathered by him in the city.

The next day, almost at the same moment, outside the city, the endless rat-men began to surge again.

Just like the Star-gazing Pope, Rat Zhan is also a little more anxious. He is anxious about the slow progress of this siege battle. However, unlike the Star-gazing Pope, he is not worried about what he will seize. If he has doubts about the fact of victory, he is simply impatient and impatient.

This is reflected in many aspects.

Ratmen began to appear again in the winding and narrow tunnels under the city. The military mages in Mountain Dew City repaired the channels through which the ratmen poured out. Some creations similar to miniature versions of the huge stone pillars buried under the city were placed in these and opened. in the underground tunnel.

The decadent empire of the Youyan people has been passed down to the present. Even though there were many twists and turns during the period, in the end not many things were lost in the era of civilization. The stone pillars used to lay the foundation of the city and stabilize the ground in these pioneering times are now in Mountain Dew City. The magic workshop can still be crafted.

However, due to time constraints, as well as the city's architectural map that was lost along with three expansions and passed down from generation to generation, you asked them to find these broken stone pillars, gaps, and loopholes buried underground in a short period of time. Complete patching, which is obviously unrealistic.

But it is still possible to make some miniaturized emergency nodes to fill them.

It's just that when you find a cockroach, you often don't explore how many loopholes there are in the city.

Ratmen continued to appear in the city, and commotion began to spread. A rickety figure once again stood in the middle of the street. The knights in the city began to run wildly through the streets, but they were not the focus.

The figure of Shu Zhan appeared on the outskirts of the city for the first time. Although Shu Zhan was inconspicuous among the many rat men, he did not really join the battle, but just wandered anxiously on the edge of darkness.

The Ratmen's offensive became more intense today, and the heavy rain stopped. In the humidity, the two sides fought cruelly against the city wall.

More corpses were thrown down and piled on the towering city wall. The height of the pile reached a new height, although it still looked so inconspicuous compared to the towering city wall.

It's just more tiring.

Even the stationed magic knight was so tired that he collapsed on the city wall during this attack, and more wounded were waiting for treatment.

The guards went to the shanty towns and brought more thin men, who tied a thick hemp rope and dropped them from the high city wall.

Today's ratman attack on the city made the Stargazing Pope even more determined.

Some Skaven even emerged from the backyard of the Stargazing Church.

The knights were gathered together, the blockage in the extremely thick city gate was cleared, and a fully armed team was organized.

Not wanting to sit still and wait for death, the Stargazing Pope decided to march outside the city.

It's not that he has lost his mind. Even though he has become more and more impatient during this period, the current Mountain Dew City still has the power to confront the Rat Man due to his timely gathering of power, even if it can barely hold on.

He drew a line on the map, starting from Mountain Dew City and stopping at another human city.

Even if they hold on, they must not be in this besieged state. He must open a road. As long as they can maintain the existence of a road and the power in Mountain Dew City can be replenished, then this will not be a dead end.

The guesses of those nobles and nobles were indeed correct. Pope Stargazing did have the idea of ​​selling this province. As long as he could get support and the Church of Stargazing could be preserved, he had no intention of doing such a thing. Any pressure.

In the center of the city, in a solemn and mysterious temple inlaid with a large number of purple gems, under the soft magical light, the Stargazer Pope dropped his words on the letter paper in front of him.

He doesn't mind putting his eggs in multiple baskets, but sometimes not every basket is worth trusting.

He had already thought of where he was going to send this letter.

Hoping that the response he received this time would change, the Stargazing Pope put away the quill in his hand with a calm expression.

The thick city wall slowly opened as the gears rotated, and the battle was over. However, the accompanying mages were sending more lighting spells to the sky. The darkness in this area was completely dispelled, like daylight.

A human army also emerged from this towering city.

The sneaky figure peeping outside the city wall was frightened by this extremely dense lighting technique, and disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind a messy camp. The rat people did not make any more movements for the time being, maybe some touching. No idea what these guys are up to.

But this is only temporary.

If there is no fortress, it is not an easy task to defend against the constant influx of ratmen, so the human side is indeed building fortresses.

Thanks to the Magic Academy located in Mountain Dew City, they have this ability.

In the flickering magic aura, the prototype of a fortress soon appeared on the plains.

Regarding this situation, it was obvious that the rat people could no longer sit idly by and ignore it. Amidst the sharp shouts, gray and black figures appeared at the end of the darkness and broke into the light.

The Skaven were coming.