From Skaven to God-King of War

The pitch-black flag crossed the sky, with a clear target, and Shu Zhan's spear throwing skills did not regress.

It did not fall towards the human prince, but towards a more appropriate target, the old wizard who mixed in with the royal knights, the guy who was bad for Shu Zhan and good for him.

All this happened very suddenly.

The old wizard reacted, and the hazy light on his body lit up. It was a defensive spell, but it was a pity that the flag thrown by Shu Zhan was the most restraining spell.

But generally speaking, no one would be so arrogant to use the battle flag given by God on the spot.

The pitch-black flag easily melted the defensive spell on the old wizard, and at the critical moment, the human prince reacted and wanted to knock the old wizard away.

But Shu Zhan's spear throwing skills were very superb.

In the end, the pitch-black flag pierced the old wizard's arm and nailed it to the ground.

Rat Zhan's exaggerated and sharp laughter rang out in the darkness, and his scarlet eyes fell on the angry human prince.

The wounded ratman guards followed Rat Zhan's return and stepped out of the darkness.

These wounded guys had dazed expressions, were silent, a little nervous, and held their weapons tightly, but they did not retreat.

Amid Rat Zhan's frantic laughter, the battle began again.

This battle will not have more results, and Rat Zhan will eventually retreat. In the towering and dazzling city, more and more attention is being paid to this area.

So, before the enemies in front of him were so numerous that he had to retreat, he broke through all kinds of obstacles, pulled out the black flag and held it in his hand again.

The flag was stained with a touch of bright red.

Swing casually.

There is still some red left.

Scarlet's eyes fell on the human prince who was supporting an old wizard with a missing arm, with a bit of panic in his eyes. In front of him were the royal knights who kept coming to protect the prince without fear of life and death.

Putting the flag on his back again, with an exaggerated smile, from a distance, Shu Zhan raised his claws, placed them horizontally in front of his neck, and made a throat-cutting gesture.

The two had fought twice. They were both heroes, but the gap between them was so huge.

Shu Zhan felt that the next fight between the two would be the last, if this unwise and stupid guy dared to appear in front of him again.

Disappeared in the darkness, with his own guards who were already few in number.

A farce finally ended at this moment.

So many guys turned into cold corpses, some were ratmen, and some were humans.

The prince, the human hero, the prince who often had a gentle smile on his face, at this moment, revealed a trace of indelible sadness.

The old wizard, whose arm was pierced by the flag of God by Shu Zhan, has come to the end of his life.

In order to stay away from Shu Zhan, his pierced arm was cut off in a hurry. He was already old and obviously couldn't stand such torment.

Well, maybe it was also related to the fact that the black dragon flag suppressed all the surging elements around him at the moment of injury, offsetting all the magic that could be used, making him miss the best chance to save himself.

His life came to the end, with a smiling expression, looking at the prince in front of him, not admonishing anything, just smiling and saying.

"Don't be sad, our great knight."

Well, maybe for a long time the old wizard has been worried about his students' lack of magic, but more keen on swordsmanship and martial arts.

It may also be that it was too late for me to become his teacher. When he stepped into the castle, our little prince was already able to wield a standard knight's sword.

Thinking of this, it is still a bit regrettable.

Magic Knight, Magic Knight, with such resentment.

The old wizard died, died in the arms of the little prince.

This battle became the little prince's famous battle, because of various factors, although the fight was not beautiful enough, but the little prince did repel Rat War.

During this period of time, the name of Rat War was almost everywhere in the human empire.

There are many different titles.

The knights called Rat War an unimaginable terrifying opponent, the nobles called Rat War a disaster revelation, and the nobles called Rat War the messenger of the evil god.

No one would deny the power of Rat War, even as an enemy, even for themselves.

If Rat War was not powerful, terrifying, and unimaginable, then why could he fight the border of the empire to fall for a time, the great nobles were also killed by him, and countless powerful and elite knights and wizards were thrown into the battlefield but could not bring victory.

Even for himself, Rat War must be powerful and unimaginable, after all, it is a monster that is extremely dangerous.

At this time, the little prince had undoubtedly accomplished a feat, repelling a ratman that seemed like a disaster.

The most correct decision was to hold him up high.

Even if it was for their own sake, they had to do so. If they belittled this battle, the more the little prince was belittled, the more miserable they would become.

And at this time, the human empire really needed a hero, especially this hero was born in the royal family and was very close to the church.

For a while, all kinds of titles were added to the little prince's head.

Repel the Disaster, Dawn Knight, Nemesis of the Evil God.

Various exaggerated titles were widely praised.

In a very short time, the name Caesar seemed to spread all over the country.

Yes, Dawn Knight, Caesar.

This is the name of the prince, the lord of those royal knights, the young and dazzling knight.

He seemed to have become a savior, and it was not without any cost to gain such a reputation.

A responsibility was pressed on him by such a grand reputation.

Defeat Rat War, or kill Rat War.

It seems that this has no effect on him. He was originally chasing Rat War, but is it really so?

If he fails now, then these huge and vain reputations from various reasons will probably become inscriptions on his tombstone, and praise and praise will become curses and abuses. Death will not take away everything, especially when you suddenly become a hero known to everyone.

Standing in the castle, a golden crown was placed on his head, dropped by his father, the old emperor.

But at this moment, the young prince, the Dawn Knight, Caesar, could no longer see the smile on his face.

After doing all this, the old emperor looked at him with expectant eyes, encouraging him to do that thing, to continue, but the young prince seemed a little absent-minded.

Leaving the castle, one pope after another looked at him with a gentle expression, one pope after another from many churches of gods, they were willing to drop the blessings of gods on him.

Everything is not over yet, the great nobles gave him a Pegasus, a real Pegasus, which may be a magical creature that has once again revealed its traces in this world in the surging tide of magic.

Pulling the reins of the Pegasus, the white Pegasus seemed to have a little resistance to him.

The royal knights have finished their assembly and appeared in front of Caesar. They are also proud of the reputation their master has gained, even though it has only been a short time since the burial of their companions.

It seems that everything is pushing the young prince forward.

But he also knows very well that he is not the opponent of Shu Zhan. The arrogant and crazy rat has real power.

If they meet again, it is likely to end with his death.

But he does not resist all this, and is not even afraid. Even if all this, these glory, cheers, and all of this have not fallen, he will not be afraid.

He will definitely fight Shu Zhan again.

Even if he is facing death.

He is indeed very young, but he has also been a hero for a long time.

He is not a hero because of these things that have just fallen on him. He is still a hero without these.

The royal family of this decadent empire does seem to have some extraordinary resilience. Whenever it is about to collapse, one dazzling guy after another will step out.

But Caesar was a little absent-minded. When he was about to leave the city, he pulled the reins. The one who had just touched him shook his head in dissatisfaction. Caesar looked back at the castle in the center of the city.

There, in the garden behind the castle, a funeral was going on at this time.

The funeral of Caesar's teacher, the old wizard.

It was a pity that Caesar could not stay at all.

The knights ran away.

Behind them, a large number of crusades followed closely.

………….

The war temporarily left this dazzling city, but left a lot of things. At least at this time, one guy was very collapsed.

A young wizard knelt down in front of a messy field without a soul.

At this moment, it seemed that everything in the world had faded for him.

This unlucky guy who had lost his color as if everything was not worth it was Arthur, the young wizard who wanted to save his hometown without knowing his own strength.

He was a lucky guy, but the things he studied and the fields he took care of were unlucky. Perhaps it can be called luck in misfortune.

Unfortunately, his research, which had finally made some progress, was ruthlessly trampled by the running rats yesterday, and all the investment during this period was completely wasted.

Fortunately, the magic lamp he set up in this field exploded again yesterday, and he had to go back to Sun City to buy a magic lamp to save his life.

But, for him, maybe it would be better to kill him.

Sitting on the ridge of the field, staring blankly at the field in front of him, looking at the wheat seedlings that were trampled into the mud.

Somewhat helpless.

After sitting for a long time, the young mage stood up again.

He had only two choices, to continue or give up.

He chose to continue.

If he had gritted his teeth to do these things before to save his hometown, then now, he has invested too much and there is no way to retreat.

There are too many things invested in this field, money, time, energy, and he would never be willing to give up again.

He pulled up his muddy robe, stepped into the field barefoot, and raised the hoe high in his hand.

He was cursing loudly, cursing himself.

"Arthur, you stupid guy, you idiot!"

The cursing young wizard plowed the field with a grunt.

………….

After preparing for the Rat War's run, the losses of the Ghost Eye people were decreasing rapidly, at the cost of giving up control over the land.

A large number of people are converging into cities.

Even the knights who are reluctant to give up the land now have to recognize the situation. Continuing their stubbornness and persistence will only bring destruction and real loss of everything. Moreover, clinging to the land at this time will not bring anything. After the darkness falls, nothing can grow in the earth.

A large number of people began to gather in the city.

A large number of villages, towns, and manors were all abandoned.

All this happened because of the Rat War's run. This guy pressed the accelerator for all this.

Then it made his run more difficult.

If the world is still normal, then it is time for a new round of sowing.

It's just a pity that the world now does not seem to be able to carry out normal agricultural production.

The gathering of the Ghost Eye people made the Rat War's plundering not so smooth, without enough spoils and food.

Without enough spoils, those greedy rat lords would not come to him in various ways, and without enough food, the losses in the rat army would gradually become more and more exaggerated.

Rat War needs spoils and food, and these two things are not contradictory in some cases. In short, war and plunder are needed.

Rat War had to slow down the pace. The most convenient villages, towns and manors have disappeared, so they have to focus on those slightly tricky human cities.

Those small human cities have become the targets of Rat War.

During this crazy run, three small human cities have become the targets of Rat War.

Obviously, these small cities cannot resist the ravages of Rat War, but how to say it, it is always more tricky. Even if it is a low wall, as long as the rats start climbing, death will be inevitable.

In the absence of large equipment, only relying on simple long ladders and battering rams, attacking any city will not be an easy task, and time is tight, and it is not suitable for underground raids.

Without a stable passage, the Great Claw Priests and Slave Rats could not be effectively added to the army. Without these professional guys, although the underground passage could still be carried out, it could not be efficient and convenient enough.

In fact, the help that the Rat Empire could provide to the war was indeed unimaginable.

The rats were never suitable for walking alone.