From Skaven to God-King of War

Distorted roars continued to sound, and the torches held high could only light up the narrow distance in front of them. The ratmen broke in from the darkness, with saliva dripping from their tough and yellow teeth.

This was a guy who was not so particular about hygiene.

His expression was ferocious, his eyes were red, bloodshot, and his body was trembling slightly.

Because of excitement, but also because of fear.

Being driven and dragged to the battlefield, in the noisy and crowded environment, they unconsciously launched a charge.

Excited, not far away, a mountain warrior was dragged down by the ratmen warriors, and the screams of terror echoed in his ears.

Fear, more ratmen died.

The smell of blood, which permeated at the beginning of the conflict, the pungent smell of rust.

The ratmen kept coming.

When the number expanded to a certain extent, these cowardly rats would indeed change to a certain extent, becoming more courageous, or even more crazy.

With red eyes, not caring about other things, they charged fearlessly, which was somewhat decent, but somewhat short-lived.

The crazy look soon began to dissipate. This huge army had no morale. The greedy rat warlord was unwilling to even sprinkle a little bread crumbs, so naturally, they could not expect these guys to be so brave.

Soon, amid the screams that kept echoing around them, fear took over again, and with panic expressions, they began to flee around the battlefield.

The formations of both sides were broken into pieces by these fleeing rats.

The rats in the back were still pressing forward, and in the darkness, countless rats were driving forward.

The chaotic formation made the cruelty of this battlefield rise by several levels.

The mountain priests were dancing frantically, and all kinds of special means were displayed, boulders, flames, thunder, and various blessings that were superimposed layer by layer.

With all kinds of blessings, the power of elements was being mobilized in such a wild and primitive manner, and in the brilliant light, it ruthlessly tore apart both sides on the battlefield.

Yes, both sides, the wild witchcraft of the mountain priests was much more powerful than those of the priests accompanying the army, but as a price, the terrible damage could only be borne by both sides on the battlefield.

The violent elemental power abused on the battlefield, and the mountain warriors with their upper bodies exposed fought fearlessly in the angry roar.

The morale of these guys was much higher than that of the rats.

In such a bad situation, there was not much fear on their faces. ‘

The wild warriors beating their shields in the flames fought against the endless rat warriors in front of them.

The quality of this army was not high, and it was even more unlikely that there would be rat priests willing to join it. It was just a mob that was gathered in a very short time by conscripting men.

Facing the various dazzling methods used by the mountain people's coalition in front of them, they can do little, or even only one thing.

Invest more strength.

Every moment, a large number of mobs flee the battlefield.

Run around in panic.

Every moment, a large number of mobs die on the spot, killed by sharp blades, wild witchcraft, poisoned arrows, and various things.

The bodies of the ratmen began to pile up.

More ratmen were pushed onto the battlefield.

The greedy guy stood on a high place, dancing crazily. The situation of the war was not clear, and the mountain people's coalition struggled to hold on.

Countless ratmen warriors were pushed onto the battlefield and turned into piles of corpses.

Morale was difficult to maintain, and the situation was not so smooth.

The greedy rat warlord raised his flag high.

He did not intend to give up. Perhaps the evaluation of the rat priests should be expanded. Not only those weird guys are crazy, but also the rat warlords are crazy, or the rats are all crazy.

He put everything on the line until he stepped onto the battlefield himself.

Those mountain priests were exhausted to the extreme. It was not without cost to call for such powerful wild witchcraft.

Many mountain priests dried up a lot in a very short time and became extremely thin, like walking skeletons.

The greedy rat warlord raised the spear in his hand high, and countless rats accompanied him. This was the last wave of attack.

As long as he could hold on.

The mountain priests who were already like skeletons began to dance more fiercely.

The weird movements and dazzling brilliance made it even weirder. The mountain warriors were not afraid of such a weird dance, and even became excited again at this time.

Shouting loudly, regardless of the cruel battle going on at this time.

This is a dance without elemental power, a sacrificial dance, a dance dedicated to the ancestors.

The loud cheers in unison became the best accompaniment of this sacrificial dance.

The mountain warriors were fighting with all their might. They had no other choice. Either they tore the ratmen in front of them apart, or they were torn apart by the ratmen in front of them.

Struggling with all their might.

The greedy rat warlord rushed in fiercely, roaring in anger, and also fought desperately.

Either he tore apart the mountain warriors in front of him, swept one side to crown himself, or he lost everything in his hands and started again.

Such greed was not without price. He could not retreat, nor could he lose. The huge army that was engulfed, and the ratmen in the army, would abandon him without hesitation after his failure.

How smoothly the army was formed, how fast it expanded, how spectacular it would be when the army fell apart.

Of course, as a rat warlord, he had different rights. Even if the army collapsed, even if the war was lost, even if he was abandoned by the ratmen under his command, he still had the opportunity to start over.

At least he would not become a pile of corpses on the ground like those unlucky people he pushed onto the battlefield.

But can he accept such a result?

On the front line of the war, the angry guy was constantly waving the spear in his hand. With the nourishment of the blood mushroom, he was indeed much stronger than the ordinary rat warrior. Whenever he waved the metal spear in his hand, he could easily repel the guy in front of him.

He was constantly tearing the defense line of the mountain warriors. As a warlord, he violently tore the enemy's defense line in the war.

This is a normal thing, but there is a problem.

This rat warlord is stronger than the average rat warrior, much stronger, and stronger than the average mountain warrior, but not strong enough.

At least not strong enough than those warriors who have really experienced hundreds of battles.

A strong man with strange and bright patterns tattooed all over his body blocked the greedy guy. There was no more fighting, just pressing down the long stick in his hand.

This greedy rat warlord felt the pressure and roared violently.

He simply threw away the spear in his hand, rolled over, and the long stick fell heavily to the ground. A small pit was smashed out with a dull sound.

The greedy rat warlord pulled out the short blades at his waist, a total of three, two of which were tightly held in his hands, and one was thrown towards the sturdy man. The short blade was knocked out and caught by a soft tail.

The tail is a weapon, this ability is something that almost every rat warlord will definitely use, and the clever tail can also handle weapons.

To be fair, the fighting ability of the rat people is not weak, but in most cases, the weak physical fitness cannot reflect this point. You can't go to wrestle with the goblins, it's not glorious even if you win.

The three short blades were extended from three tricky angles, and the greedy guy also rushed towards the sturdy man.

Very smoothly, very easily, he got in front of the sturdy man, three short blades, two stabbed into the abdomen, one stabbed into the neck, all of which were immersed in the flesh and blood. This greedy guy even smelled the smell of blood spilling out.

Too smooth, everything was too smooth, instinctively, this greedy guy noticed something was wrong.

Suddenly, a big hand suddenly took him into his arms, and in an instant, the hair on his body stood up. He wanted to struggle, and subconsciously raised his head, but saw the long stick that was hitting him hard.

Despair and madness appeared on his face.

"No!"

In this blow, the greedy guy died on the spot, and red and white splashed everywhere.

The sturdy man let go of the body in his arms, and the body fell to the ground weakly. The flag carried on his back also fell to the ground at this moment.

The battlefield was quiet for a moment at this moment.

Then there was a grand rout, running very cleanly and decisively, without any hesitation, all the ratmen warriors collapsed.

The mountain warriors did not chase, this brutal battle made the survivors, whether warriors or priests, so exhausted.

The strong man seemed to let go of something after seeing this scene and knelt on the ground.

The greedy guy was not wrong, three short blades hit the man, two were inserted into the stomach, and one cut the throat.

This is a life-for-life fighting method, but there is no other way. After being nourished by sufficient blood mushrooms, this rat warlord is indeed much stronger than ordinary people.

Kneeling on the ground, the body fell heavily, in the corner of the battlefield, blood continued to flow from the wound on the neck, and soon the area was dyed red.

I don’t know why this guy made such an extreme decision, but he did change the direction of this war.

Even though this huge rat army was on the verge of collapse, killing the greedy rat warlord was not in vain. At least it ended the war faster.

It also allowed more people to survive.

The mountain folks did not pay a price. A large number of mountain folk warriors fell on this battlefield and piled up with the bodies of the ratmen.

Fortunately, fortunately, they won this war.

Really?

Pairs of scarlet eyes appeared again in the distance and darkness. Even though they were not as large as the ratmen that just came, their appearance at this point was so desperate.

Not all the rat warlords had started and participated in this war.

Seven rat warlords broke into this province together, and one was lost in this war. So, what about the other six guys?

Now, the answer is revealed. The other six rat warlords have been watching here and watching this area.

Obviously, they are also paying attention to the result of this duel, and not only paying attention, they also brought their own troops here.

Maybe they were prepared to help their colleagues a little at that time, right? It's just that the guy was too reckless. He rushed to the front line and was killed immediately. He didn't even have a chance to save himself.

What a pity.

Their appearance brought fear to these exhausted mountain people. Obviously, their state at this time no longer supported them to continue the next war.

Even the fearless warriors would feel despair about such a situation, but their quality was indeed good. Even in despair, they still held their weapons tightly.

But unexpectedly, no more ratmen appeared in front of them. The pairs of scarlet eyes that lit up in the darkness in all directions gradually dimmed until they disappeared.

The rat warlords did not attack the exhausted mountain people, but began to chase the rat people running all over the mountains.

The arrogant guy still left something for his colleagues. These fleeing rat warriors were a huge fortune. The six rat warlords uniformly gave up attacking the group of mountain people and bit the corpses left by the arrogant guy.

Not surprising.

The greedy guy had already opened half of the can, and what the rat warlords needed to decide was just a qualification, who was qualified to eat the half-opened can.

At this time, the biggest competitor was not these mountain people, but his colleagues.

Fighting for the fleeing rat army.

Qi was also in this line. He had the least army, but his fighting posture was no weaker than those rat warlords who had a large number of troops.

The reason why he could do this.

The higher morale of the army in his hands was one thing, and a cavalry specially used to deal with colleagues was another.

He became the first rat warlord to fight against his colleagues in this competition.

Compared with the large and small camps that fell in the basin, colleagues were also equally plump, but a little bit prickly.

A rat warlord was attacked by Qi, and most of his army was defeated, and a camp with accumulated resources was found.

Implemented the idea that if the neighbor hoards grain, I hoard guns, and the neighbor is my granary.

This guy's motives have always been impure. It can only be said that being a colleague with this guy is really a blessing.

Following this momentum, the flag jumped up and began to emerge in this chaotic battlefield.