From Skaven to God-King of War

To some extent, Rat War and Long Claw are very similar.

Long Claw climbed the road to God regardless of everything, and died on the road to God that he had explored.

Rat War died in unparalleled pride, arrogance and arrogance.

This extreme paranoia and unparalleled pride, such emotions are themselves an uncommon thing for rats.

Rat people are a group of lowly guys, cowardly, greedy, repetitive, cruel, and tyrannical. These are the characteristics engraved deep in the blood of every rat.

But Rat War has surpassed the blood of rats, no longer cowardly, high above, and extremely proud, even if he is just an ugly hairless rat, even if Rat War is just an ugly hairless rat that is afraid of the cold, has no hair, and is covered with horrifying scars.

Only those who have surpassed blood and insurmountable stubborn constraints are heroes.

No matter how cruel, tyrannical, and how many killings Rat War had committed, from this point of view, he was undoubtedly a dazzling hero.

He became a hero because of his pride that he would never bow his head easily, but it was also this pride, the arrogance and arrogance that led him to death.

Rat War's death was not decent.

He knelt on the pile of corpses with wounds all over his body.

Like Long Claw, Rat War didn't care much about what happened after his death.

There was only one thing that made him happy.

There was only one guy in the Rat Empire who could take his death, and there was only one guy who could take his death.

The appearance of the Rat Assassin gave him a step.

He knew this group of sneaky guys.

At least, at least he died in the hands of the white rat, which was worth being happy about, worth being happy about.

Before he died, Rat War was thinking about this.

It can be seen from the smile on his face.

Although the smile of this ugly guy was really not very good-looking.

The things he was worried about before his death also brought an incomprehensible and inexplicable emotion.

But how to say it.

Except for the big losses he suffered from fire and white rats, Shu Zhan's life was generally smooth.

Even in this war, he did not suffer any losses from Caesar.

Arrogance and arrogance permeated his life.

In front of the pile of corpses, another fight began. The rat assassins broke into the battlefield in a gorgeous and dangerous manner. Their target was Shu Zhan's corpse and the black flag held in Shu Zhan's hand.

The black flag stood on the pile of corpses. The flag did not sway with the sea breeze as usual, but fell down and fell on Shu Zhan's body.

Shu Zhan carried this pride throughout his life.

………….

The rat assassins took away the black flag.

After leaving behind corpses.

This was a cruel war, and the human crusade army was almost defeated.

Is the war over? The war is not over.

However, the holy war army was in a state of disintegration in an instant.

With too many losses and the temporary departure of the threat, changes will naturally occur, and because the forces that make up the holy war army are too many and too diverse, and this war is too tragic.

This change will affect everything in the human empire.

This is a good opportunity, but the rats can't seize this opportunity.

Because a shock that will sweep across the entire rat empire like a tsunami will also appear.

In the barren mountains, in the underground rat city, a sacrifice has entered the preparation stage.

Planned by the old high priest.

If nothing unexpected happens, this will be the last sacrificial ceremony that this old white rat can hold.

At the end of his life, the white rat wants to end his life with a sacrifice.

During this period, many rats began to anxiously wait for a message. Those big figures among the rats, hiding in the shadows, were sneaky guys, without the previous calmness, wandering day and night.

Waiting for the dust to settle on a message.

The Western Expeditionary Force began to return.

Sheng Qi did not understand what happened on the chaotic battlefield, and he did not dare to hastily confirm the most critical news.

It was nothing to not understand. He had done what the rat lord and the temple guards had proposed. As for the subsequent development, Sheng Qi was calm.

He seemed not to care so much about this matter.

To be fair, he and Shu Zhan had long been grudged, and even reached the point of fighting to the death.

Shu Zhan wanted to kill him.

But he was not so concerned about the end of this conspiracy, and did not even wander around this sea area with his fleet for a long time.

Compared with the grudge with Shu Zhan, Sheng Qi now wanted to return to the desolate mountains to witness, to witness the sacrificial ceremony presided over by the high priest.

He had to hurry up, otherwise he might not be able to catch up.

The high priest, the great high priest, often appeared in Sheng Qi's mind, like a tall tower. Sheng Qi once did not even have the courage to raise his head and look directly at the old figure.

But now, he was going to witness his death.

He did not dare to think about it before.

The Western Fleet began to return.

In fact, it was not just the Western Fleet.

The various rat lords, rat priests who were qualified to know the news, the temple guards who did not fall behind in the garrison mission, the big claw priests, and all the rats who could know all this and set foot on this road began to rush to the Desolate Mountains.

This sacrifice was not widely publicized in the Rat Empire, and those rat freemen who were still regarded as lowly people were not qualified to know what was happening.

But this matter did not become so solemn in the end.

The pilgrimage roads leading to the Desolate Mountains have been particularly congested recently.

Teams of rats followed their leaders, masters or others to set foot on this road.

Of course, this will certainly be a reshuffle, but these guys are too naked.

Rat caravans, accompanying teams, extremely bloated, carrying a large number of weapons, and also mobilized rat mercenaries.

These rat lords were too naked and utilitarian, and perhaps mixed with uneasiness about the unfinished matter.

But the white rat had not died yet.

They understood this, of course they understood this.

All these preparations, which were not sure how effective they would be, did not appear within the range of the Desolate Mountains.

One by one, the rat priests, rat lords, and big claw priests gathered into a team with uneasiness and hesitation, a pilgrimage team, and appeared outside the Desolate Mountains.

Appeared outside this sacred city.

Grassland City.

The temple guards also began to gather.

The news of the temple guards was always better, not only because of the great temples and halls spread throughout the rat empire, not only because of the intelligence network that was quickly built because of the embrace of the rat free people, but also because of the good relationship with the rat assassins.

Once, both sides existed as blades in the hands of the white rat, one bright and one dark.

Even though the temple guards have been separated from the White Rat for a long time, their connection with the Rat Assassins has not been cut off so cleanly.

Before the real successor appeared, the temple guards had always been in contact with the intelligence network of the Rat Assassins.

Some news was also able to reach them more quickly.

In fact, some confusion always exists.

Whether it is the temple guards or the Rat Assassins, they are the forces supported by the White Rat to continue the Rat Parliament.

After the death of the arrogant and arrogant commander, there is no doubt that the White Rat can determine the successor.

But he did not do so.

He seemed to be oblivious to the upcoming turmoil.

But he left the Rat Assassins with the task of supporting the successor.

It is confusing.

But since it has not been determined, there is no doubt that he is also qualified.

"Even if it is to better take over your wish, I will hold everything in my hands."

Muttering to himself, this not so conspicuous, not many rumors and information about the temple guard commander in the rat kingdom, with a bit of mystery.

Lift the helmet on the table, put it on yourself, and cover the white hair.

Soon after, a team of temple guards ran through the grassland city towards the depths of the rat empire.

The temple guards are bolder and more fearless than those rat lords.

A large group of temple guards came from the wilderness and broke into the barren mountains.

This is a bold move. Yes, this is an extremely sensitive period. Don't anger the white rats during this period. It will be a very bad thing.

But the temple guards still came back, led by the temple guards.

Go straight to the original temple in the underground rat city.

As the leader of the temple guards, he is naturally qualified to manage the temple guards in the underground rat city.

But who can tell what the actual situation is.

On the first day back to the underground rat city, the leader of the god's guards replaced a temple guard on duty at the original temple and stood beside the altar.

This is a good position. When the sacrifice begins, he can see clearly no matter what happens.

Of course, he can also respond to the possible turmoil in the first time.

But is it really all for these?

In this sensitive period, if the white rat has any more doubts and dissatisfaction, in this underground rat city, it doesn't take much effort, and his head will be placed on the altar as a sacrifice in an instant.

Is it really all for the next struggle and turmoil?

Today, before the sacrifice, the old white rat came to this original temple, to the place that can be called the starting point of everything.

His steps were slow and each step was so difficult. He needed to rely on the plain wooden stick in his hand for support. Bai Shu was really old. Looking at him like this, it really made people sigh at the passage of time.

The old times were indeed completely gone.

In front of the altar, Bai Shu turned his head and looked at the temple guard commander standing on the side.

The two sides looked at each other at this moment, but soon, Bai Shu withdrew his gaze.

He knelt devoutly before the altar, as if he was preparing for the sacrifice in the near future, even though it was so difficult for him to do these actions.

The White Rat did not look at the commander of the temple guards again.

For the White Rat, nothing could be more important than the great God.

But the commander of the temple guards kept his eyes on the White Rat for a long time.

Was he really just preparing for the next struggle and turmoil?

The White Rat had never had any offspring. He was so pious and resolute towards the God. Now he was still a fanatic, never wavered, never took a step towards the saint, let alone any offspring.

To be precise, in this deformed country, conventional family affection has never existed.

Almost all ratmen were born in breeding houses.

The true inheritance relationship has not been determined among the ratmen. These greedy guys are always in endless desire. When they stop, it often means death. How can such a state be considered inheritance?

The death of a high-ranking ratman will trigger a whale fall, and countless slave rats will be free. The inheritance will be fought over by the ratman priests who once depended on him, so that more ratmen are qualified to climb the endless ladder of desire.

Of course, it is not always like this. This deformed state has improved among the free ratmen.

It has become more normal.

But the relationship between the commander of the temple guards and the white rat is different.

He was selected by the white rat from countless breeding houses and has the same white hair as the white rat.

The white rat is not always so cold, especially when it comes to the two little things that are so similar to him.

It’s just that if the white rat wants to be a father, he is not qualified.

For him, the most important thing is always the high god.

But even those insignificant ones are so precious in this twisted and deformed country.

Doing all this, regardless of the possible dangers, doing all this, just to react to the possible turmoil at the first time?

Retracting his sight from the old figure, the commander of the temple guards turned into a statue at this moment, standing in front of the altar, solemn and serious.

Of course, he knew, he always knew, what was most important to the white rat.

Their commander-in-chief was originally a ruthless and indifferent guy.

But no one saw that under the dazzling helmet, the corners of the temple guard commander's mouth rose slightly for a moment.

At least, at least the white rat did not kill him on the spot.

My great father.