From Skaven to God-King of War

Passing through the swamp that has a faint smell of rot all year round.

The Prairie City appeared in front of us.

The current Prairie City has undergone tremendous changes compared to the past. The towering mountains have been hollowed out by the rats, and the city is no longer so simple, but complex and huge.

The big claw priests in the Prairie City were the first to discover the tiny cracks that kept appearing in the city, which came from the differences in the world rules.

As for why the big claw priests in the Prairie City were the first to discover this, perhaps it has something to do with the fact that the Prairie City was basically carved out of the hard rock of the mountain without much support structure.

In just a few days, several sections of the city tunnels have collapsed, and the collapse of one of the main roads has caused considerable trouble for the long-distance rotation of the Prairie City.

Maintaining the normal operation of a city is an extremely complicated matter.

Especially when the city is still extremely three-dimensional and complex.

As a last resort, the big claw priests began to work overtime for maintenance.

Shuttled through this prosperous city, recording the problematic areas on pieces of leather.

The restart of the war also brought them a lot of benefits. The biggest one was the abundance of leather. Well, even if the skin peeled from the rat warriors was recognized as inferior, it was cheap and there was no problem with making do with it.

The increasing expansion of underground cities has caused headaches for the designers and maintainers of these cities, and for the big claw priests.

The increasingly complex organization, an underground city, is much more complex than those exaggerated war machines, challenging the boundaries of the rat people's wisdom.

It also forced them to start making continuous progress.

For example, now, some simple things like patterns are constantly recorded on the parchment in the hands of this big claw priest who stands on tiptoe to observe the gaps on the walls of the underground tunnel.

The rat people's writing has really taken shape. What is surprising is that it is not from the interest of those big men, nor from the imitation of the writing of the ghost-eye people, but it appears silently.

It has a relationship with the great gods, just from the form that looks like some special patterns.

It may be that a very pious rat man created it in distress, imitating the god patterns engraved everywhere, or it may be created by groups of rat men in distress.

Everything is so natural, in the turning of the gears of civilization, everything that should be there will be there.

It's just a pity that no one can take the reward contained in this feat. If you ask these big claw priests who began to use this kind of pattern text to say who is the creator of these patterns, it is estimated that none of them can tell.

Creating text is certainly worthy of praise, and even Du Yuan will personally cast his eyes and give a gift.

It's just estimated that the origin of these patterns is probably not the dedicated work of a rat man, but the joint creation of countless rat men.

This big claw priest who stood on tiptoe, observed the cracks in the tunnel, and left various patterns on the parchment scroll in his hand, suddenly got into trouble when he was finishing it.

There are more than just cracks in this underground tunnel. Some water vapor seeps out of the cracks and condenses into some water droplets.

Grassland City, Lower District, Third Cave, in the middle, problematic passage, cracks, and some...?

He struggled to record the problems in this area, but at the last moment, there were some problems.

How should he record these dewdrops?

He scratched his head with his sharp claws while thinking hard. Obviously, this is a very troublesome problem.

Wandering in this underground tunnel.

After thinking for a long time, he finally thought of what to do.

He opened the small bag on his waist, dipped some black powder in it with his sharp claws, and then carved a water droplet image at the end of the leather in his hand with a few lines, and it was done.

The big-clawed priest nodded with satisfaction, put away the leather, and hurried to the next area.

He did something unusual.

These few simple strokes may be the origin of the word "water" in the rat civilization. No matter how far the rats have reached in the end, whether they are destroyed or prosperous, in the future, whenever the word "water" appears, the source will be him.

But he didn't know how extraordinary these few simple strokes were, and he would probably forget about it tonight.

And the rat's writing was improved little by little in this process.

It is now difficult to trace which rat was the first to create the writing.

It can only be said that the guy missed a great gift.

Although he also gave a great gift to all the rats.

But the two are not essentially contradictory.

Maybe he will regret it very much after knowing this, and he will beat his chest and stamp his feet, and even die.

But he probably will never know what he did.

Okay, it's a bit confusing.

In short, the abnormal civilization of the rats has taken another big step forward, and the gears of civilization are slowly turning.

Maybe one day, they can also step out of barbarism, embrace civilization, embrace rationality, and embrace themselves.

The god they worship will not stop this.

This is just an expectation.

But in the end, Du Yuan still gave his own reward.

"Do you finally have your own words?"

In the dead sun, on the throne made of bones, the god who seemed a little lonely gave his gift with some relief.

It's just a pity that no ratman realized what was contained in this matter. Even if these crooked words that looked more like pictures were spread more and more widely in the Rat Empire, no one took it seriously.

All this gift belongs to all ratmen.

Without any signs, this gift came.

Just like the last time, Du Yuan once again gave all ratmen a chance.

It must be admitted that the fate of most ratmen may have been annotated since their birth.

Especially after Du Yuan gave the corpses of human gods and turned them into two long ladders in the origin of ratmen, this point was further aggravated.

But Du Yuan was fair and generous.

Du Yuan left a possibility for those most ordinary and humble guys.

If the long-haired rat was still alive, her dream might come true.

Although this is just a possibility, it requires more effort, and it is still possible that she will not be able to go as far as those guys who are born standing on the long ladder.

Well, the word "generous" may not be so true.

After all, with Du Yuan's current ability, he can completely pull up all the ratmen and shape this group of noisy guys at will with his own strength.

The immortal species, born with wisdom, proficient in many martial arts, has a terrifying power that can be mastered by itself since adulthood.

It can forcibly raise this group of noisy guys into a legendary race similar to dragons and phoenixes.

Maybe it can't be done now, but it will be soon.

It's just a pity that Du Yuan doesn't seem to have such an idea.

As for why he didn't do this, I don't know, and I don't know what Du Yuan thinks.

After all, that mysterious and incomprehensible look is also a kind of privilege unique to gods.

………….

In Lianyan Province, the advancing rats encountered some troubles.

A group of strange human troops caught the war priests off guard.

Before encountering this group of guys, their march had always seemed to be extremely smooth.

These continuous mountains did not cause much trouble to the rats. Whether it was the rats themselves, or those deformed giant rats, rat trolls, etc., they were able to move freely in this dangerous mountain environment.

Although for mobility, a large number of war equipment were left behind.

There were not many obstacles in conquering this area. During the invasion of the Eastern Expeditionary Force, this place was almost washed by the various rat warlords of the Rat War.

There was no effective resistance in the first half of the journey.

The demonized beasts of two or three mountain tribes saw the rats running away with their tails between their legs.

A large number of settlements destroyed in the last invasion.

In order to obtain more sacrifices, the leading war priest even took the initiative to disperse the army to look for the traces of those mountain settlements.

Things began to change when the rats approached the river.

The patrol boat of the Dark Eyes found their traces.

The large-scale river crossing entered intensive preparations. At this time, a strange human army appeared in the sight of the war priests.

It was in the dark.

The war priests set the time for crossing the river at night.

Countless ratmen wandered on one side of the river. Facing this broad and turbulent river, these cruel and cowardly noisy guys showed a rather hesitant attitude.

In order to save time and better show themselves, the war priests did not spend a lot of time looking for the most suitable place.

In a simple wait and see.

A slightly flat river bend was selected.

The river that became flat at the corner was an inducement, not a good choice.

The leading rat warrior, who had just mustered up the courage, disappeared in an instant after diving into the river bend in front of him.

It stopped the other rat warriors who followed.

The leading war priest looked at the river bend in front of him, which looked particularly deep in the dark, and his expression was not so good.

The war priests were not unfamiliar with the battles on land, underground, or sieges, but they were still a little overwhelmed when facing such a big river.

However, this large-scale river crossing operation started on time, almost at the moment when night fell.

Compared with just now, the rat warriors now had a rope around their waists.

Amid the swaying flags, the rat warriors jumped into the river in front of them, and soon some unlucky guys struggled violently in the water.

The rope around their waists prevented them from being instantly taken away by the underwater rapids and dark vortices at the first time, but the situation was not much better.

Such a desperate struggle did not make the leading war priest hesitate at all, and more rat warriors began to jump into the river continuously.

Not far away, some fire appeared. It was the warships of the Youyan people. But for some reason, they did not rush over to attack the rats struggling in the river alone this time.

They just hung far away.

The leading war priest frowned. This was an abnormal situation. He did not understand and felt a little uneasy.

But he did not retreat. He drove the army in his hands to speed up the pace more violently. The undercurrents and whirlpools in the river bend were rapidly devouring the lives of the ratmen warriors.

One by one, the ratmen disappeared in the river, and soon floated up with more ratmen.

Every ratman who jumped into the river had a rope tied around his waist, but the effect of this rope was really not great.

The companions who were afraid of being dragged into the water by you would cut the safety rope connected to themselves without hesitation, and then bypass the area that swallowed your life.

It couldn't be faster.

Suddenly, a bright and dazzling light appeared on the opposite side of the river bend.

Teams of human soldiers holding strange long tubes lined up neatly on the opposite side of the river bend.

Frowning, not understanding what these guys were doing.

The first group of rat warriors who jumped into the water were almost approaching the opposite bank.

The leading war priest was sure that no matter what these guys had in their hands, the rats who rushed ashore would tear them to pieces.

With such confidence.

Until the human army in the front row knelt on one knee and lowered their bodies, the strange long tube was raised high.

The next moment, beams of bright light appeared in the eyes of the war priest.

The bursting magic beams kept falling on the rat warriors in the river bay.

There was almost no struggle, and the rat warriors sank silently into the water after being hit.

What is this?

Why can that group of strange-looking troops continuously launch..., launch divine spells?

Are they all priests?

Is this an army composed entirely of priests?

At this moment, many questions appeared in the mind of the leading war priest.

But unfortunately no one can answer this.

What dealt him a greater blow than the strange-looking priest army was the appearance of warships with trawl nets hanging from their tails.

After abandoning their war equipment, they could not effectively attack the warships on the river.

There was no chance of success in crossing the river this time.

In the river, countless ratmen warriors died in frustration under the attack of the human warships and the magic beams that kept bursting out on the opposite bank.

It was miserable.

However, their leader, the leading war priest, was indifferent to them floating in the river, but cast his eyes on the strange army on the opposite side with thought.

Some new things appeared in the sight of the ratmen, on this battlefield, and in the hands of the enemy.