From Skaven to God-King of War

This dock began to collapse.

It fell into the river bay, and the people standing on the dock could not escape and fell into the water.

The heavy elemental chaos cannon also fell into the river bay with the red-eyed mage.

The scene was in chaos.

The Empire's First Magical Machinery Unit was worthy of its elite reputation. Even if it was a remnant army, it was so difficult to deal with. In such a situation, the surviving guys climbed out of the river bay like evil spirits, holding their magic rifles, clinging to the wreckage left by the collapsed dock, and frantically attacked the incoming ratmen.

The two sides almost fought each other in this piece of water ruins.

It was not until these guys' magic rifles lost their magic energy that this war of fighting with more people against fewer people really made progress.

Qi jumped into the river bay eagerly, paddling his hands and feet hard in the lake water that had become turbid because of this chaos.

Until he climbed up to a ruin, there was a guy with a flag on his back, lying weakly with his hands on his stomach.

He was the commander of the Empire's first magic army.

Obviously, he was defeated in the siege.

Some corpses, dying ratmen warriors, and several still standing ratmen warriors stood beside the enemy commander.

Qi's eyes swept over the fallen guy, and after confirming that he was no threat to him, his eyes fell on the flag he was carrying.

He was a little more excited, after all, this was the surrender he was going to hand over to those big men.

He stretched out his claws, eager to grab the flag.

But he didn't pull it over, and the flag was tightly grasped by this dying, damned guy.

The guy with blood still flowing from his abdomen raised his head, and a contemptuous expression was cast at Qi.

This is a kind of ridicule that can be shared without understanding the language.

Qi's eyes narrowed.

A mouthful of saliva was quenched, towards Qi, and at this moment, Qi also cut off his head.

Perhaps because he was born in the dark corner of the city, Qi didn't care so much about humiliation, he cared more about something more practical.

He finally pulled the flag into his arms, under the gaze of the rats present.

He raised the enemy flag in his hand high without a teacher, and this scene was seen by the rats who were still alive.

Sporadic cheers appeared on the ruins.

This was a tragic victory. It was hard to say whether one-tenth of the 100,000-man army survived after this attack.

Or, even 10,000 people could not be gathered, and only a few rats appeared in front of Qi.

A tragic victory, but it was still a victory.

It was time to leave.

Qi promised rewards to the rats who besieged the enemy commander, and the surviving rats slowly gathered around him.

Miserable situation.

There really weren't many rats left.

Qi held the flag tightly in his hand at this moment. Obviously, the next thing was not to look at him.

This was a gamble.

Before leaving, Qi did not forget one thing. He kicked the enemy commander's head into the river bend with his foot and floated up and down in the river.

Qi left with his few remaining troops in a frenzy, leaving only a messy ruins and a large number of corpses.

………….

Twin Fortress, Qi returned here. He was the first rat warlord to return. He waited outside the temple of the gods with some uneasiness.

The flag had been sent up by him. Next, the reaction of the big man among the temple guards determined his fate. He couldn't help but be nervous and began to wander in front of the gate in small steps.

Finally, the result came out.

A big man was willing to summon him.

Qi's face clearly showed a surprised expression.

Well, he looked a little flattering now. After all, the rat warlords nowadays are generally not so tough.

He stepped into the hall.

In the central pillar of the hall, he saw a temple guard wearing gorgeous armor.

In this gamble, Qi won half of the bet. He got the investment. The temple guard is willing to provide you with funding, but there is a prerequisite.

The flag is not enough to prove his value. There is another task assigned.

Capture a fortress.

It is not for him to go in his current state. All kinds of resources, soldiers, deformed ratmen, storm rats, these are piled up behind the Twin Fortress.

Qi can take some away.

Qi left the God's Hall.

Obviously, this is not easy, but he has no other way.

The flattery on his face was put away, and he thought more.

He had no way, no other choice, either to capture the fortress, or to disappear from this battlefield.

Step forward.

Get out of the heavy door that opened a gap and come to the other side of the Twin Fortress, the other side connecting the subcontinent and the scarlet grassland.

It was very lively here, with numerous ratmen gathering here.

A large permanent gathering was set up in that open space, with rat caravans coming and going here, various rat mercenaries, and rat farmers dragging their own agricultural products.

Of course, these were not the most important.

The most important thing is the various resources, weapons, war machines, and young rats piled up in the corner.

He can almost choose any of these to fill his army and form a truly powerful army.

With a truly powerful army, he can be considered a real rat warlord.

No matter what, he will become a real rat warlord again soon. Isn't this all for this?

He is not the flag of the humble, he is the flag of the rat warlord, he is the flag of the big man.

………….

In a corner of the gathering, the flag saw a familiar figure, the colleague he met in the mountains.

A rat warlord like him.

But at this time, his colleague was not in such a good situation.

In the corner, he was hung high up, looking weak, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle.

And a big claw priest stood in front of the guy who was hung high up.

He introduced it endlessly, as if he wanted to attract people to offer a good price, and the commodity was the guy who was hung high up.

It's just a pity that no one is interested.

From time to time, some ratmen stopped, but no one was willing to ask the price.

The appearance of this guy hung high is really not very good. He is dark all over, not tall enough, and looks weak.

It really doesn't look good.

If no ratmen are willing to bid, the end of this guy hung high will not be good. The big claw priests are not particularly gentle to useless goods.

At this time.

The black ratman hung up saw the flag.