From Skaven to God-King of War

Outside the blood-stained fortress.

Qi was giving his own speech in the trench, raising his flag high, and there were a large number of rat men with ignorant eyes in front of him.

During this period of time, Qi's situation was not good. The temple guards were not so mean as to strip Qi of his qualifications to participate in this war, but the supplies sent to him were indeed decreasing day by day.

In order to maintain the strength of his army in this cruel war, he had to do some less than honorable things.

Recruit the fleeing rat warriors, collect weapons and equipment scattered on the battlefield, and collect the corpses of dead rat warriors in exchange for blood mushrooms.

Let Qi get the title of a scavenger, but there is no other way. Doing these things is an extremely helpless choice.

Without recruiting the fleeing rat warriors, it would be difficult to maintain the size of his army. Without collecting the weapons and equipment scattered on the battlefield, he would have no new equipment to distribute.

Although the big figures in the Skaven Council were generous, they only distributed equipment once to each Skaven warrior who set out on the battlefield for the first time.

In the follow-up, it is still up to the rat warlords who lead the army to figure out their own solutions. At this time, the support of the rear forces is crucial.

But the flag now clearly lacks support from the rear.

As a last resort, he collected some useful things like a scavenger on the battlefield.

The speech is over.

The rat warrior in his hand completed another round of corpses.

There are rat caravans who will buy these corpses, but only if they collect enough of them. Qi has been doing this to exchange them for some blood mushrooms and buy some cave mushrooms.

This war did not go so smoothly, or not as expected, and there was not enough loot. Although this was just the beginning, for the rat caravans who were traveling back and forth, they could not go back empty-handed.

I take a little of whatever I can buy back home.

When there was really no other way, they even began to purchase various ores produced in this area in large quantities.

An extremely large mineral vein exists not far behind the twin fortresses.

In such a situation, the piles of corpses of rat warriors on the battlefield can naturally exist as a commodity.

It should not be used for sacrifices, but it can be used as fertilizer, processed and used as nutritious food for use in the breeding room, or you can try to peel off the skin and nitrate it. These are all possible.

After all, after the war started, various measures were put into operation, but now that there are no heretics in the accounts, these measures cannot be idle.

A dead ratman is not worth much blood mushrooms, even if it has been treated in various ways.

But if it is idle, it is still idle, so try to deal with it.

Nodding and bowing, Qi sent a pile of rat-man corpses to a big-clawed priest.

Personally speaking, as a rat warlord, Qi is superior to the big-clawed priest, but the actual situation still depends on the actual situation.

During this period, Qi accumulated a lot of dried cave mushrooms by picking up corpses.

The situation of the war is about to change.

This can be seen from the fact that more and more war equipment are being sent here.

A huge steel fortress has been assembled outside the Twin Fortresses.

Even though they are some distance away, as long as they raise their heads, they can clearly see the dark fortress that is gradually taking shape.

In order to build this fortress, an additional high tower was built first. Each large and small gear was tied to a metal cable, and was slowly pulled up by the slave rats and dropped into the metal fortress. .

The large and small gears are densely packed and interlocking with each other, making people feel vaguely dizzy just looking at them.

This was something specially prepared to capture that human fortress.

The stagnation of the war made both sides supporting this surprise war feel dissatisfied and pushed forward urgently.

However, these have nothing to do with Qi for the time being, even though he is one of the three rat warlords who presided over this war.

But he was just a pitiful guy picking up trash on the battlefield.

Hata originally thought so.

Until during a meeting, the newly succeeded private soldier leader and the war priest set their sights on him.

No one can survive alone, especially when your strength is not strong enough.

Qi and his army were pushed to the front line, and the next attack would be led by Qi. Normally, Qi would not be involved in this matter. As a leader, this is also a merit.

Those two guys had been sparing no effort in greedily grabbing any bit of achievement.

Trouble is coming, but Qi can't shirk it.

There is no escaping from this holy war. Many rat guys and big shots are watching this war at this time. The holy war must move forward, and it can only move forward.

After the death of the white rat, the rat men's holy war became more and more extreme, and they could no longer accept defeat.

Just accept the words.

When leaving the meeting tent, Qi's face showed even more sadness.

He always felt that everything he faced and encountered was so unpleasant.

He has worked very hard to keep the troops in his hands. If there is no army, what is the rat warlord?

Qi understood this very clearly, but was helpless.

Under the gaze of a pair of fanatical eyes, Qi appeared in the blood-stained trench at the front of the battlefield.

The rat warriors in his hands, those guys who gathered together, good and bad, cast their fanatical eyes on him.

Qi's face was a little ferocious.

He was the least noticeable of the three rat warlords on this battlefield at this time. Of course, the situation would not always be like this, not always like this.

Without fear, not afraid of death, on this battlefield, Qi climbed out of the trench and appeared in the eyes of everyone on the battlefield at this time.

Waving the flag.

There was a rustling sound, and countless rat warriors appeared on the battlefield with enthusiasm and excitement.

Crowded and shouting.

Qi shouted loudly at this moment.

"For God! And for myself!

For glory, for merit, and for myself!"

At this moment, countless guys who climbed out of the trenches and poured into the battlefield, those unqualified guys, those defective products, began to respond loudly.

This group of lowly guys, on the contrary, are the more qualified ratmen among the numerous ratmen warriors. They don't make many flags, and their techniques are very crude, not to mention being smart. Every day, they go up to the high platform, wave the flags, and repeatedly emphasize a few words that they have said countless times.

But it is very effective.

At least it can let these lowly guys know what they can want and what they can get, instead of dying on the battlefield in confusion under the push of the ratman priests or the supervisors.

Respond loudly.

These ratmen who climbed out of the trenches responded loudly to Qi's words.

"For the gods! And for myself!

For glory, merit, and for myself!"

The army that Qi brought out with strange methods is very interesting.

They don't need the magic of the ratman priests, nor the coercion of the supervisors, just running wildly on this battlefield.

Without the support of the vast war machines, and without those crazy and dangerous deformed ratmen, on this bloody land, these guys who were once regarded as failures just ran wildly, shouting slogans repeatedly.

Was Qi surprised by this scene? Surprised, of course he was surprised.

He remembered the white saline lake and the group of defective guys who sent him out at all costs.

He was a liar, a liar with nothing, who had to shout slogans, and could not give any actual slogans. He shouted and did all these for himself.

Those ratmen who shouted this slogan enthusiastically had already hit the wall of the tall fortress hard, and there was no difference from the past, dying, falling down continuously, and turning into corpses.

Qi's expression became more and more hideous.

He was indeed a liar, a guy who crawled out of the garbage dump, a defective ratman.

Even though Shu Zhan was not tolerant of him, he was actually quite grateful to him. If it weren't for Shu Zhan, he might still be wandering around in that unknown rat city, competing with other guys in the shadows for even a cave mushroom that suddenly grew in a humid area.

But Shu Zhan was dead.

Now that grand journey, that great development that was passed down by all rats, has stagnated with the death of Shu Zhan.

Even if the temple guards supported the rat farmers, ordinary guys like them also had a way to join the rat mercenaries.

But, but all this is different.

He really became a rat warlord in that great development!

Qi once thought that he would go further by relying on the temple guards, but it was not until Shu Zhan's death that he was pushed onto this battlefield that he finally understood.

Understand the importance of Shu Zhan to himself, and understand how important such a great commander who is willing to give opportunities is to these humble guys.

Roaring angrily on this battlefield.

Together with many other lowly guys, they attacked the tall city in front of them in this sacred war.

They were not the protagonists of this war, and they were not even the initiators. They could only be regarded as the guys who appeared before the decisive battle to raise the atmosphere.

Those unknown guys.

Qi didn't want to be like this all the time.

He roared angrily on the battlefield, and once climbed the city wall. As the first rat warlord to climb this heretic fortress, his flag fluttered wantonly on the city wall.

It was just a pity that he didn't stand firm, and fell from the city wall under the pressure of the magic knight who pressed on like a city wall.

In the pile of corpses under the city wall, Qi was really unwilling. He found that he was not a real big man as he thought.

No, it was much better than that. Those rat guys who kept falling from the city wall were the real lowly ones.

These piled corpses were not even qualified to be remembered as a number.

Qi was much better than them.