From Skaven to God-King of War

At the end of the day.

The gray Rat Sansi left the simple platform. Today's harvest was good. He had a bag of dried cave mushrooms in his hand. This was his reward for carrying goods for the day, and it was also the reason why the big claw priests were willing to hire them as free ratmen as labor.

The situation of the free ratmen was getting worse and worse during this period. The decline of various small workshops made them idle, but their population was expanding like a balloon in these years.

All kinds of resources were monopolized by the ratmen priests. This was not the worst. The worst thing was that while all kinds of resources were monopolized by the ratmen bigwigs, they did not need these free ratmen to participate in the mining of resources.

But even so, their situation was better than those wild ratmen who were generally regarded as beasts by the ratmen empire.

At least these guys were more gentle and generally accepted to be driven, and some big claw priests were willing to hire them.

Especially when these rat freemen repeatedly lowered their attitude and asked for lower and lower rewards.

The most intuitive thing is the rat train, which asked the train priests to arrange a group of slave rats to follow the train to carry goods up and down. Let alone the occupation of train space, the loss caused by the highly toxic black smoke alone may not be acceptable to these train priests.

No matter how many slave rats there are, they can't afford such consumption. You must know that the slave rats are their own assets, and the death of each slave rat is a loss.

At this time, is there anything more affordable than hiring a group of extremely cheap rat freemen?

After all, even blood mushrooms don't need to be given, as long as some extremely cheap cave mushrooms are given, that's enough, which is really too affordable.

What makes Rat Sansi happy is not only the bag of cave mushrooms in his hand, but also the birth of his offspring.

As a normal intelligent creature, ratmen certainly have normal breeding ability.

However, this breeding method has always been suppressed by the overdeveloped rat breeding rooms, until in this transformation, rat breeding rooms of all sizes went extinct in the flood.

Therefore, natural breeding, which does not rely on the breeding behavior of the highly specialized rat mother, has also begun to rise slowly.

Especially in this group of rat free people who are not valued and not completely at the bottom, they will also form families, but after experiencing the distortion of the breeding house, the families of rat people are quite different from those of conventional intelligent races.

Of course, there will be warmth, which comes from the residual image engraved in the genes, and there will also be expectations, dedication, and encouragement.

However, there will also be cruel selection. In a rat family, for a long time, until the end of infertility, the offspring that can be born are limited, often only two.

These rat free people born from the breeding house, they inherited the indifferent selection mechanism, just like those big claw priests looked at themselves.

Only children who are good enough and loved enough by them can become their true heirs.

Some of the paranoid guys will even raise several rounds of ratmen cubs, and finally choose the most favorite or the most powerful child as the heir, and those who are not chosen will be expelled without hesitation. These too young guys often become new city wanderers, or die in obscurity in the cold underground tunnels.

And this is already an attitude that can be regarded as over-valuing their own children.

Often, a more common practice is to choose one as an heir to raise after a new nest of ratmen is born, or all unqualified, and all these newly born cubs are abandoned.

The ratmen freemen, this group of so-called free guys, are influenced by various guys in all aspects.

For example, the concept of inheritance, their concept of inheritance is greatly influenced by the ratmen priests, and they care a lot about the inheritance of one thing.

That is the name.

When the child of Mouse Two is young, he will be called Mouse Two. When Mouse Two dies, he will formally inherit this name.

This is a kind of inheritance. Most of the free ratmen cannot leave any legacy. Being able to leave this name is already the limit. It may also be that they are deeply influenced by the ratmen priests and the overall short life span.

Like mayflies, the ratmen feel that if their names can be preserved, they are as if they are still alive.

This is a very simple sustenance. Even the whole ratman empire has such a common understanding. The ratman’s family concept and inheritance system have been greatly impacted by the ratman breeding house for too long.

Overall, it has become crooked.

Mouse Three Four passed by the lively and noisy ruins. The smell of inferior and pungent alcohol coming from it made him swallow his saliva.

The situation of all the ratmen free people was not very good, but the overabundance of various cheap resources did not bring any benefits. While the ratmen priests were indulging in all kinds of new things, the inferior mushroom wine appeared in every noisy ruin.

Even the rats are addicted to these cheap alcohols. They only need to grab a handful of mushrooms and take out a handful of cave mushrooms from their pockets to drink a glass of low-quality mushroom wine mixed with water.

This is one of the few pastimes for these low-level rats.

It’s nothing, after all, he has worked for a day, and he doesn’t have to worry about not having enough money. Today he got another good thing.

Rat Sansi stood at the door of the noisy ruins for a long time, but in the end, he still suppressed the surging desire. No! Someone is waiting for him!

He shook his head and left quickly, as if he was escaping.

Today, Rat Sansi was lucky. Standing in front of a dark abandoned tunnel, Rat Sansi slowly opened his claws, and a bright golden light appeared in his palm.

This is what he picked up from the ground when he was moving those expensive and gorgeous blood-gold creations. It was a golden fragment. I don’t know what it rolled from, and it’s hard to say whether it was left behind by this train. It lay quietly in a corner deeper in the dark tunnel.

This is also one of the reasons why he was so gray today.

She will definitely like this golden fragment.

Thinking of this, Shu Sansi even quickened his pace.

In the corner of this abandoned tunnel, he entered an inconspicuous hole, and the gray Shu Sansi saw the one he wanted to see.

He put the bag of cave mushrooms in his hand on the table, showed the golden fragment in his hand like a treasure, and jumped up and down in this narrow cave happily like a monkey.

This golden fragment was enough for Shu Sansi to drink mushroom wine for many days, but he brought it back without hesitation.

Soon, the tall rat man was hung with a golden fragment.

In the eyes of Shu Sansi, it was simply beautiful.

But today, not everything is so happy.

There are not many qualified ones in this new litter of cubs, all of them are too thin and small.

At night, Rat Sansi hurriedly left home, carrying a bag of still squirming things, and came to a smelly ditch.

Here, he threw the things in his hand without hesitation.

After he left, a faint howling sound appeared in this dirty ditch.

Several figures with foul odors appeared from the darkness, and hurriedly fished them out of the ditch. Soon after, several wet little guys were carefully embraced by these dirty rats.

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On the battlefield of the main continent.

Three years have passed since the start of this holy war, and the rats have been fighting this holy war for six years.

The progress is gratifying.

Almost half of the main continent has been swallowed by the rats.

Although countless rats died during this period, it was not a serious problem.

The most annoying issue for the ratmen who led the war was the increasingly severe consumption of soul stones, the battlefield that was gradually heading towards a stalemate, and the tentative exploration of the sky by humans.

The consumption of soul stones was not difficult to understand.

Whether it was magic guns, various lightning cannons, or even steam tanks, they were all rapidly consuming those precious blue gems.

The gifts falling from the sky were no longer enough.

The ratmen returned to the path of mining in the flesh and blood, but such mining was not endless.

It was not that there was no good news. In the center of the scarlet grassland, next to the skeleton temple, another piece of living flesh and blood was discovered, which greatly relieved the pressure of the ratmen.

But it also made them wonder.

What exactly was the origin of this wriggling flesh and blood? This question seemed easy to determine, because the place where the second piece of wriggling flesh and blood was discovered had something in common with the dark abyss of the underground rat city.

A large amount of flesh and blood that had been piled up and sacrificed.

Here in the Skeleton Temple, a grand sacrifice was successfully held, the victory sacrifice of the final battle of the grassland.

Suddenly, things became clear.

Some things were vaguely confirmed.

Some more active rat priests even wanted to try it on the spot, trying to create a piece of living flesh and blood again.

But this attempt was stopped by the temple guards.

But even the temple guards knew clearly that the attempt must be carried out. When the light falling from the sky was becoming less and less, the living flesh and blood and the green stone produced by the living flesh and blood were too important to the rats.

A proposal for a grand sacrificial ceremony was put forward.

The bigwigs in the rat council reached a consensus on this proposal, and now, what was lacking was enough sacrifices.

A war plan was proposed, which would be carried out by the four rat armies in the northern battlefield for a grand sacrificial ceremony.

If successful, the urgent need for energy of the rat people should be greatly alleviated.

However, the energy gap and pressure are not the only headache for the rat people.

During the long war, the human empire became more and more aggressive, and with more and more golems and various unmanned war weapons being put into the battlefield, the rats' advance had to slow down.

These damn humans are as tenacious as those bugs in the mud, which is really annoying!

But this alone is not enough, far from enough, and this is just the last struggle of these abominable heretics.

It has to be admitted that even if more fancy weapons are pushed onto the battlefield, they can't completely overwhelm the rats in a short time.

And if they can't completely overwhelm the rats, then no matter how many times they win in the regional war, there will still be a steady stream of rats appearing on the battlefield again in the dark night of the next day, making loud and piercing howls in the dark night.

It is simply unable to change the overall situation, and it is a powerless struggle.

But how to say it, such a struggle is really annoying.

And not only are they annoying, those humans have also begun to explore the starry sky. According to the information given by the rat assassin, in the capital of the Dark Eyes, several strange things have been launched into the sky, and it was when the Eye of God passed through the sky.

The motives of these guys can be simply understood without guessing, but just because it can be simply understood, it makes the rats more angry.

Damn it, damn it, that is the gift and revelation given to us, the rats!

Damn heretics! Kill you! Kill you! Send you all to the great gods! Blasphemer! Damn blasphemer!

In a rat meeting held in an underground rat city, the rat councillors shouted angrily.

It's just a pity that the rats can't do anything about it even if they shout loudly.

The rats are not qualified to explore the sky yet. It's not that they don't want to, but they just haven't figured out how to explore the sky. After all, no matter how the steam wheels turn, no matter how the magic furnace spews black smoke, they can't go to the sky.

The war resolution that gathered all the troops on the Western Front, the dangerous war plan, was proposed at this meeting, amid the anger of the rat councilors.

The attempt of the Dark Eyes to touch the sky and the dark blue comet that streaked across the sky made these high-ranking guys a little anxious.