From Skaven to God-King of War

This meaningless charge lasted from morning to night, leaving behind a large number of corpses. The limping Qi led his rat warriors back to the trench behind him.

After the brutal battle, no one summoned him, and he could only curl up alone on the edge of the battlefield, licking his wounds with the lowly guys gathered around him.

In the dark night, the huge fortress that was being spliced ​​was still so clearly visible, sparks bursting in the dark, and a large number of big claw priests were busy pouring and splicing in the dark.

Not long after, a hunched ratman came to Qi.

"Great Qi, great Qi, generous Qi, the corpses on the battlefield have been collected, or are they sold to the rat caravan?"

He asked Qi this question.

But this time, Qi fell into thinking.

After a long time, Qi uttered a word in silence.

"No need!"

Not long after, an inconspicuous sacrificial ceremony appeared on the edge of the battlefield.

It is difficult to determine whether the rough pattern of the altar of the gods is correct. There are no pillars and no complicated rituals.

A simple altar, a pile of corpses, and a limping guy holding up the flag in his hand.

I don’t know what kind of mentality Qi had to do this, but he undoubtedly did the right thing.

This charge, for him and the ratmen under his command, the loss was too great, and the gains were too little.

No glory, no merit, no blood mushrooms, no promotion, nothing.

A vague unspeakable restlessness has begun to brew, and it will not erupt so quickly, but sooner or later Qi will have to face such restlessness.

He is not the arrogant commander, but just a liar, and it is inevitable to face the victims who were deceived by him.

But all this ended with this sacrifice.

The restlessness calmed down in this simple sacrifice.

These lowly guys are still closely united around Qi, and Qi can only rely on this group of lowly ratmen now.

It was dawn.

Along with the not-so-hot morning light that cut through the darkness, a discordant sound appeared on the battlefield, the sound of metals colliding and rubbing against each other, and the sound of many gears adapting to each other in the bite.

This tall fortress was finally assembled.

Like a giant taking steps.

Well, this description is not particularly appropriate, but it is true that this tall metal fortress moved.

In the harsh sound, it began to move on this battlefield.

It is really high, almost as high as the fortress that has hindered the rats for a long time.

This is an extremely shocking scene, and it is also the scene that the private army leader and the war priest are waiting for.

One by one, the rat priests and war priests began to shout to the army while running. The rat warriors did not react so quickly. They were also afraid of such a fortress moving on the battlefield.

Until a clear and crisp bell echoed on the battlefield.

The temple guards in the twin fortresses rang the huge skeleton bell hanging between the two fortresses.

Such a clear and crisp bell sound was enough to calm most of the anxiety and panic.

Whether it was the temple guards or the rat priests, they had invested too much in this holy war.

This fortress built by the heretics must not continue to exist.

The tall fortress slowly moved forward in a slow and firm state, slowly crashing into the solid fortress not far away that was already soaked with rat blood.

Such a huge movement naturally could not be unnoticed. The commander of the noble coalition, the Duke of Walton Bird, stood on the city wall.

The soldiers on the city wall were in a mess, and the knights and mages who were inevitably frightened gradually calmed down when the Grand Duke appeared on the battlefield.

To be fair, the Grand Duke was not that tall and majestic, with a thin figure and ordinary appearance. Even when he went to the battlefield, he needed the extremely gorgeous armor on his body to boost his momentum.

But it is just that he is just like this, just standing there, which can convince people and make people feel at ease.

He seemed to be dissatisfied with the chaos on the city wall, and loudly scolded an impatient magic knight.

"Don't forget the honor of your ancestors!"

The scolded magic knight lowered his head in shame.

Soon, the defense line was restored to what it should have been.

But this ordinary grand duke did not leave the city wall again, and set his sights on the huge fortress in the distance that could make a rumbling sound just by moving.

The situation is obviously not that optimistic.

But no matter what, he will not retreat.

Not only for the honor of his ancestors, but also for this country.

This is really an extremely unusual thing. Who would have thought that when those great nobles and the royal family were fighting for power, it was the grand duke from the barren land who resolutely stood in front of the rats who were about to attack again.

Various chaotic sounds appeared in the ears, and the chaotic cannons in the fortress had entered the state of full expedition.

The chaotic elemental turmoil continued to erupt in the buffer zone between the rat-man-occupied area and the human fortress, wiping out patches of rat-men from the earth.

But there was nothing they could do about the ratman mobile fortress that was slowly approaching the fortress.

The metal shell was so thick that even the elemental turbulence could not shake it.

The ratmen began to climb the city wall.

Amid the chirping sounds, the huge mobile fortress had not yet arrived, but the fierce battle had already begun.

As a prelude, as an opening.

Underground tunnels were opened inside the fortress, but what greeted them were the chaotic shells fired from inside. In the fleeting gray light, those rat trolls with thick skin and strong vitality did not even leave a roar, and disappeared just like that. With them also disappeared the other ratmen marching in the underground tunnels and the engineering teams of the Great Claw Priests who did not have time to withdraw.

Well, maybe it would be better not to travel underground when the enemy is prepared.

But it was not a big problem, just a small episode.

The tall fortress arrived, and in that slow advance, it finally arrived!

There was almost no pause in the harsh sound, the collision, the collision without hesitation!

The horrible shock sound ended, and all the survivors in this area looked particularly confused, with scarlet blood slowly flowing out of their eyes, ears and noses.

The Grand Duke standing on the city wall climbed up as soon as the shock subsided, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, but he ignored it.

He drew the long sword at his waist towards the ratman in front of him.

The real show was about to begin.