From Skaven to God-King of War

In the dark ocean, not far from the main continent, there is a huge island. On this island is the only ocean province of the Dark Eye Human Empire.

Once, for a long time, or always, this island has not faced any real threats, and it has even been a threat to those coastal provinces for a long time.

The island is huge enough, just slightly smaller than the human provinces on the main continent, and towering mountains occupy most of the island's space.

Yes, towering mountains, the kind that rise like steep slopes. Obviously, this huge island is not formed by the accumulation of countless coral reefs and bird droppings, but by the movement of the crust under the sea, and was born in this world.

However, this small world does not even exist in the state of a planet, but is closer to a flat pancake. Will such a world also be divided into plates like a planet, and have a hot and boiling core that pushes the plates to move against each other?

It is unknown, but the peaks on this island are still continuing to rise.

From a long time scale, this is a young island.

It's probably only a few tens of thousands of years old.

This huge island was discovered during the great pioneering era of the Youyan people. Until now, this island has been occupied by the Youyan people.

From that day on, this island also got a new name, Hurricane, Hurricane Island.

Sheng Qi's island-hopping strategy failed when facing this Hurricane Island. This huge island is the home of the Youyan fleet active in this sea area.

Until now, Sheng Qi has not completely wiped out the Youyan fleet wandering in this sea area. The difference in flexibility makes the Western Fleet of the Ratman, yes, with the current composition of the Western Expeditionary Force, perhaps it is more appropriate to change its name to the Western Fleet.

Helplessly, the Western Fleet allowed the human fleets to attack the supply ships and logistics points that arrived continuously.

Gritting their teeth, they moved forward, passing through islands one by one towards the source of these human fleets.

Now, the Western Fleet has found it. From a distance, Sheng Qi glimpsed the huge island that appeared in the dark.

The island-hopping tactic is obviously no longer cost-effective, and now it is time to launch a strong attack.

Taking an island reef around Hurricane Island as the target, a large number of bathtub warships floating on the ocean, a black mass, began to speed up.

At the bottom of the bathtub warship, where the gears are piled up, the crackling sound of the long whip cutting through the sky is so clear even among the various chaotic sounds.

The slave rats increased their strength in fear and pulled the metal chain in their hands. At this moment, the complex structure of the bathtub warship, which was piled up by a large number of gears, began to accelerate, and the bathtub warship began to speed up.

The humans on the island reef noticed the arrival of the rats, and the brazier filled with fuel was ignited. An old sentry shouted and cursed loudly.

"Boy, hurry up, hurry up and bring that thing over!"

The residents of Hurricane Island are not so unfamiliar with the main continent. After all, the island owner still has the title of a great noble conferred by the imperial royal family.

Communication often happens, although sometimes the party being communicated is not particularly happy, because in most cases, such communication has another name, looting.

A young guy came here with a cloth bag tightly in his hand.

"I'm here, Old John, I got it!"

He waved the cloth bag in his hand, and was snatched by the limping old soldier.

The owner of Hurricane Island got a lot of good things in such looting, such as this, fairy dust.

A handful of dazzling colorful dust was thrown into the blazing flames, and the black smoke brought by the flames brought a dazzling colorful brilliance.

This is a dazzling and brilliant brilliance even in the dark.

These fairy dusts came from a cargo ship full of magic materials. It must be a precious thing, but the king of the island did not pay too much attention to it, but distributed it casually as a warning.

After all, it was something robbed, no matter how precious it was, it was still something robbed.

The defenders on Hurricane Island noticed the colorful smoke and dust here. One sailboat after another was pushed into the ocean, and they spread their sails in the darkness and were about to rush to the island reef that gave the warning.

But the rats' Western fleet was coming faster.

The waves beat against the reefs in the surge, and a distorted and harsh sound was heard. Some impatient guys ignored the impact of the hard rocks around the island reef on the warship and forced the bathtub warship to the coast.

Obviously, such a rude landing was still a little unpredictable.

The human defenders on the island had just clenched their rapiers and scimitars, and the rats had already begun to rush down from the bathtub warship.

There was not much timidity. These island residents may have a certain relationship with the living environment. After all, the sea has always been so ruthless and capricious, so these island residents who grew up in the sea will naturally not lack courage.

But courage alone is useless.

The old veteran raised the crossbow in his hand, and the arrow flew across the sky, directly hitting a ratman warrior who was climbing up the smooth cliff.

A scream was heard, accompanied by the panicked voices of many ratmen. Obviously, more than one unlucky guy was about to fall off the cliff.

This fire basin with a blaze and colorful smoke was located on the highest platform on this island.

But how high can an island be?

Old John, the old soldier with a broken leg, is the backbone here, there is no doubt about it.

Even though he is just an old man with a broken leg, the rough wooden leg replaced Old John's left leg, which made him walk with a limp.

The rough palm reached into the small cloth bag again, and another handful of colorful dust was grabbed and thrown towards the fire basin in front of him.

It seemed to have triggered some special reactions. Too much dust caused a violent explosion, and the flames rose high, colorful flames.

Such a scene is not safe. The withered white hair on Old John's head was also ignited. This old man obviously did not expect this, and slapped the flames on his head in panic.

A bit more embarrassed.

There were rustling sounds, pairs of red eyes appeared on the edge of the platform, and the hunched-backed short rats appeared in front of everyone present.

The state of these rat warriors was not very good, which was not surprising. After all, after such a disastrous voyage, it was really difficult to have a good state. They were thin, with skin and flesh tightly attached to the bones, and they had an indescribable stench on their bodies. This was a very common state.

But it made these guys more dangerous. After all, after a long period of torture, the rat warriors who were on the verge of collapse and even repeatedly touched death became more manic and dangerous.

Especially before landing on the island, in the bathtub warship, a lot of blood mushrooms were dumped on the dirty hull, piling up into a small hill.

Every rat warrior before participating in the battle can get a blood mushroom.

One blood mushroom is definitely not enough, but it can make these manic guys more excited.

The rats rushed forward.

The lame old John spat fiercely.

He raised the scimitar in his hand high.

"The spirit of the sea is watching us, cowards are not qualified to return to the sea!"

The two sides collided and fought each other.

There was no suspense about the final result. After all, the number of warships that the rats had stranded on the shore of this island reef was more than ten.

Old John had his rough wooden leg cut off by an insidious ratman and fell to the ground. The rats rushed forward. The tortured rat warriors now had a strong urge to bite flesh and blood.

Obviously, what this poor old guy is going to experience may not be good.

At the last moment.

A cloth bag was thrown high and fell into a brazier not far away.

The colorful flames exploded on the island.

Soon after, the flames stopped, and many rat warriors survived, but they were ignited and rolled wildly on the ground.

Such scenes appeared in many places in this sea area, with Sheng Qi attacking the islands and reefs outside Hurricane Island.

This triggered a stress response from the residents of Hurricane Island. After all, after these islands and reefs fell, the flames of war would be officially ignited in their homes.

A large number of sailboats floated on the dim sea, and the towering lighthouse standing on the coast of Hurricane Island burst into unimaginable light.

Those human fleets that roamed in this sea like wolves emerged from the depths of the ocean in groups.

The chaotic fight was about to begin.

The rats did not have no new things. In fact, some black kerosene was lifted onto the catapult.

When mining minerals in the rolling hills, some black viscous oil was discovered by the rats. Of course, this black oil would also be put into the war, but it was limited by the fact that the black oil excavated by the rats existed as a by-product of coal mines and could not be mined on a large scale, and the swollen rats were used.

These black oils seemed to be useless until the outbreak of the naval war, when the big claw priests dug out these unloved black oils from the corners.

After all, among the characteristics of these black oils, there is one that is extremely suitable for wars on the sea.

Burning on the water surface.

The excited big claw priests eagerly urged the slave rats to speed up. Buckets of black liquid were lifted onto the catapults. With sharp and excited shouts, buckets of black oil were thrown towards the approaching human fleets.

The next moment, the flames were ignited in the camps of both sides.

Countless fireballs attacked the Western fleet, and several unfortunate bathtub warships were penetrated by the hull, and seawater poured in and began to sink into the depths of the sea.

On the other side, black oil spread over the ocean. The rats' accuracy was not good, but fortunately, these black oil barrels did not need a strong accuracy to work.

The flames spread over the ocean.

One after another, huge sailing warships broke through the flames and rushed towards the western warships of the ratmen. The flames on the sea surface did not have much impact on these human warships, but it was not the case for the sailboats floating on the sea surface.

In order to surround their homes, these warriors voluntarily boarded the sailboats and rushed to the island reef belt where the two sides were fighting.

But the burning flames would not give in because of their courage and faith.

Sailboats became fireballs on the sea.

It turns out that these black oils are indeed suitable for use in naval wars.

Using these black oils to kill people is as simple as roasting fresh meat with flames.

Such a scene is not beautiful, but strangely, not many people really retreated. There are still a steady stream of sailboats rushing into the ocean and rushing out of the diffuse flames.

Why is there such courage? Perhaps it has something to do with the rats' undisguised display of their glorious deeds.

Well, even if Sheng Qi is not as manic as Rat War, as a rat general, he obviously will not be merciful to those heretics.

Killing, destruction, cruel and terrifying sacrifices, these are the scenes that will appear in the areas where rats pass through. These scenes are not concealed, and are directly witnessed by all intelligent creatures in the passing areas.

Such scenes can easily destroy the guys who witnessed this scene and their idea of ​​compromising with the rats.

Undoubtedly, the island residents chose to fight to the death with the rats.

It's not surprising. After all, in ancient legends, every island resident will return to the sea in the sea breeze after death. This is a tradition that is highly valued.

Death is not so frightening.

But the problem arises. The rats do not simply kill. Such a strange and terrifying evil ritual is so chilling.

Can you really return to the sea in the sea breeze after death after being cooked by the rats?

In the chill, such a tragic picture appeared. The boundless simple sailboats broke through the continuous flames and rushed towards the islands and reefs.

The war is not so orderly.

The wailing rats attracted many thick tentacles to rush out of the water, clinging to the rat warships that were sinking and grabbing the rat warriors who were running wildly in fear.

The surrounding rat warships did not lend a helping hand to their colleagues. Those poor guys were still running wildly and shouting desperately on the warships that were gradually sinking into the sea.

There are more important things to deal with. The human fleet is approaching.

Another round of salvos occurred.

Sheng Qi began to shout loudly, and in his roar, he showed no sign of evasion, and charged forward without fear.

A collision was about to occur between the Western Rat Fleet and the human fleets.