From Skaven to God-King of War

The ratmen rushed in from the east of the main continent, holding high their flags, boundless and black, crossing the solid defense line that had hindered them for a long time, and ran wildly in the fanatical shouting.

But this was not a good thing for the Dark Eyes.

Caesar finally signed his name on the joint letter.

Those young figures began to step onto the battlefield in excitement. Obviously, these too young figures did not understand what they were facing.

In general, they did not know what war represented better than those who experienced it personally.

A slightly older girl ran wildly on the crowded street, passing through winding alleys, and finally stopped in front of a simple shack.

Pushing open the door of the shack, a silent guy appeared in front of him.

It can be seen that this guy is not very old, but for some reason, he looks lifeless.

The girl shouted loudly at the silent guy.

"Xius, the outside recruitment starts today. I'm going to sign up. I won't be able to take care of you every day. You can't get drunk every day anymore!"

But there was no response for a while.

What came into view was still that dull and lifeless expression.

The girl couldn't help but bite her lip.

This guy is rotting. He has been like this all these years. It was obviously not like this before.

This made the girl shout at him even louder.

"Xius, I will definitely go back. To avenge Grandpa Pitchfork and to avenge you, those rats are back!"

Perhaps it was because of hearing the word rat that this dull guy finally regained some expression.

But soon, these few expressions dimmed again.

The girl did not become more depressed. She has been like this for the past three years.

After the fearless and brave knight ran into obstacles with the lords one by one, was driven away by the churches one by one, became more and more silent, and finally settled in the marginal city on the eastern coast of the empire, he changed.

He drank all day and sold his armor and warhorse.

He became a hopeless bastard.

He was drunk and dazed.

After leaving the house, the woman next to him greeted the girl enthusiastically.

The girl responded happily.

"Good afternoon, Aunt Larry!"

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, his face became a little more panicked.

"I can't chat with you, Aunt Larry, I have things to do!"

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

In the house.

The lifeless guy did not continue to be sluggish.

He muttered the word "rat man" and stood up slowly. Under the bed in the corner of the room, the man pulled out a long box. He opened the box and found a long sword covered with dust lying quietly in the box. He carefully wiped the dust off the long sword with his hand, and dots of purple stars appeared on the sword.

A dazzling light appeared in front of him. When the man picked up the long sword, it was the sunlight outside the room that shone through the sword and onto the man's face.

The impatient and careless girl forgot to close the door.

A strange face appeared in front of him, with messy long hair, long, knotted and greasy beard, pale face, thin figure, and lifeless eyes.

For the first time in these years, the man's mood began to be violently agitated.

The long sword in his hand fell off his hand, and he staggered back a few steps, with fear in his eyes and face.

This is not him, he will not be like this, he will not be like this.

He just sat down on the ground, his face full of fear and ferocity like a wounded beast.

In the midst of this movement, a woman pushed open the door that was not closed tightly.

"What happened! This is Old Peter's territory! You thieves should be careful!"

But what came into view was not the shameful thief, but a man sitting on the ground with a ferocious face and a terrible momentum.

"Get out! Get out!"

The woman fled in panic.

More sunlight shone in, and the room was bright. It was too dazzling. This sunlight was too dazzling!

The man subconsciously waved his arms, trying to grab something from the ground to block such sunlight. He grabbed a wine bottle, and the glass bottle with a faint green glow was raised in front of him.

On the curved surface, the man's face appeared again, and this time he finally saw it clearly.

The wine bottle fell and shattered, and the man's face became a little calmer.

Muttering in a low voice.

"Why did I become like this?"

As night fell, the girl finally finished her busy work. She was all black, but she had two more silver coins in her hand.

She happily held the two silver coins.

Today she went to help Mrs. Lange on the long street to clean the chimney. Although Mrs. Lange did not invite her to eat at home, she received a full reward.

Two silver coins!

As long as Lance does not drink and buys more potatoes and long fish, these two silver coins are enough for the two of them to eat for half a month.

The girl was very happy about this.

But thinking of what happened today and the notice she saw on the long street at noon, her black face with a smile became a little more depressed.

She wanted to go, but what would she do if she went to Lance? She would send money back every month after she joined the army, but Lance was in such a state that no one cared about him and he would starve to death at home.

Her face was a little more depressed.

In fact, he had also thought about whether to abandon Lance, after all, he was too unpresentable.

It was just that when she first came to this city, she was once spotted by an ugly gangster, who asked Lance to buy her. At that time, although Lance was drunk, he did not hesitate to draw his sword.

On that day, he roared loudly at the gangsters again.

She also made up her mind that day that she would not abandon Lance.

In front of the simple shack, Aunt Larry seemed to have been wandering for a long time, and the girl greeted her sweetly.

She also responded with a smile.

It was just that when the girl was about to push open the door of the shack, the woman's face was a little more hesitant.

She told the girl.

"Be careful, your crazy brother seems to be a little bit wrong, if there is any problem, you must shout it out loud!"

The girl responded obediently, but she pushed the door open without any hesitation.

The woman was helpless about this. She wanted to say something else, but she saw the man in the room through the crack of the door, and her face was a little more scared.

For some reason, the usually crazy drunkard showed that look today, which made her inexplicably scared.

The house today was in a completely different state from usual. There was no rolling wine bottle on the ground, no pungent smell of wine, no longer dark, and no longer the guy sitting in a chair.

The candle was lit, the house was cleaned, and the cooked potatoes and the long fish with the head cut off were placed on the table.

The former knight, the brave knight shaved off the beard on his face, cut his hair short, his face was still pale, but his eyes were no longer so empty.

Witnessing this scene, the girl stood at the door for a long time without moving.

Until a deep voice sounded.

"It's time to eat, Anna!"

Anna felt that the boiled potatoes today were particularly salty.

The next day, Anne happily waved her arms to the man in the house. She was about to leave. At this time, Lance called her, and a long sword was taken out by Lance and handed to Anne.

Lance didn't say anything more.

Anne waved her arms and said goodbye.

Watching Anne's figure disappear at the end of the long street.

Lance returned to the house.

In this simple shack, he sat for a long time.

He didn't stop Anne from leaving, even if she went to the battlefield, no matter which one, it was better than rotting silently with him in the corner of this city.

He should have died a long time ago.

Maybe dying in the city of waves is not a bad thing.

But it doesn't matter.

After a long time, the worried woman opened the door again, but this time, what came into her eyes was a figure hanging high.

A scream resounded throughout the area, alarming many people.

Nothing big happened, but a knight who had not walked out of his past finally chose to die.

In the city square, a girl named Anne was rejected by the recruiting officer. Not long after, a boy from the slums named Anri returned here again.

The tall recruiting officer didn't want to pay attention to this boy, but after seeing the stubborn expression, he sighed helplessly.

In this way, this stubborn boy from the slums was assigned to the logistics department.

………….

Desolate Mountains, Underground Rat City.

Today, a new thing was tinkered with.

A bulky steam locomotive whirred forward in the straight underground tunnel.

But is it really valuable?

The Rat Council sent several Rat Priests to evaluate this.

During this period, the loyal Rat Priests in the Rat Council have been looking for a way to connect every city in the Rat Empire more efficiently.

They may not have a good heart in doing this.

It may be to better suppress the rebellion there, but the rats do need such a thing.

However, the loyal rat priests do need a more efficient means of transportation, but whether this whirring heavy equipment is qualified is a question that needs to be considered.

The big claw priest who invented this steam machine was eager to explain something, but he spoke too fast and had too much to say, so he didn't say anything and jumped up and down like a monkey.

However, no matter how much he danced, this was not a funny dance performance or a stupid guy evaluation site, and the rat priests responsible for the evaluation would not give any higher evaluation.

In the end, the flatbed trailer with wheels connected to the back of the steam locomotive became the only highlight of this design. Several rat priests who evaluated it shook their heads and left in disappointment, leaving the rat guy kneeling on the ground with a look of daze and despair.

Damn, he likes this steam locomotive so much!

For this steam locomotive, he even changed his name to wheel!

If I had known earlier, I would have changed it to Long Live the Great God. Perhaps in this way, those guys would have given me a better evaluation.

After all, before they evaluate their own works, they must shout, Long Live the Great God!

The lost Great Claw priest who knelt on the ground as if he had lost his color thought so regretfully.

…………, but I am afraid he will be disappointed. Maybe even if he changes it to Long Live the Great God, changing it to such a name may not make his colleagues more optimistic about him.

Although flattering the Great God is absolutely politically correct among the rat people, how to say it, maybe it is not possible………….

But there is no need to despair so quickly. After all, although his performance is really not very good, he can't stand his colleagues' worse performance.

A bigger giant rat, a bigger giant rat made of steel gears and steam engines. He is bigger than ordinary giant rats, more expensive than ordinary giant rats, and walks slower than ordinary giant rats.

A bigger giant rat………….

By the way, there is even a familiar face among the contestants, Gear Mouse, who is still trying his best to promote his terrifying giant ship. His terrifying giant ship has reached a very mature stage. It can be driven by one person and can move at a very high speed. The wheels are equipped with sharp gears that rotate at high speed.

But how to say it, it is obvious that those loyal rat priests want a better means of transportation, and since the advent of steam tanks, Gear Mouse's terrifying giant ship has really no future.

In the mix of monsters and demons, these loyal rat priests had to return to the original option.

At the very least, in the plan given by the wheel mouse, the carrying capacity of the steam locomotive is indeed far beyond that of ordinary giant rats.

Of course, there are other reasons for such a simple finalization.

It is inseparable from the ocean transportation route that Sheng Qi is promoting.

In short, the final plan was finalized, in the ecstatic expression of the wheel mouse.

The initial version of the steam locomotive was quickly improved several times and became usable.

The potential of the steam engine is indeed very good, especially when the rats' steam engine is not an ordinary steam engine, but a hybrid power source of magic energy and steam energy.

Although there are many problems with controllability, this problem was successfully solved after laying restricted metal tracks in the underground tunnel.

The rats began to lay metal tracks on a large scale.

The era of steam magic energy belonging to the rats officially began with this as the introduction.