From Skaven to God-King of War

Heimao received his mission. Compared with a qualified commander, he is actually better at being a sharp enough weapon.

He will serve as a vanguard to clean up the various sentry towers around the giant city of the Youyan people and prepare for the brewing battle.

Without much hesitation, after receiving this mission, Heimao led his storm rats to march forward.

This area is full of ruins and charred.

It's not surprising, after all, it was once one of the main prosperous areas of the Youyan people.

It's just a pity that in the last battle, the main force of the Youyan people stationed here was repelled, and this originally prosperous area naturally turned into a ruin in the spread of flames.

And only one year has passed since the last super-large-scale battle, and the rats are preparing to launch a hunt again.

The target is the huge city that is the only one standing in this ruin.

Flame City

As its name suggests, this city is always burning with flames. Before the ratmen won the battle and burned the other three industrial cities in this area with flames, this was an important industrial area of ​​the human empire and an incredibly strong fortress group.

It once blocked the ratmen's progress for two whole years and was an iconic defense line that inspired many humans. It was not until the end of the rat assassin that most of this fortress group was really eaten up.

Now it's time to finish. The only remaining super fortress in Flame City is like the last layer of cover outside the sweet cheese. You just need to open it and you can taste it.

There are a large number of civilians, various industries, and workshops of all sizes gathered in this area.

Although in the intelligence given by the rat assassin, most of the most critical workshops and industries were transferred in a very short time, it is harmless. For the ratmen, the large population is the most important wealth.

The rats are preparing for a grand sacrifice, and such a populous city is the best place for sacrifice.

It's not easy to open the lid, the shell of these super fortresses is indeed hard enough.

Although the hard shell can't stop the rats from peeping and coveting.

Heimao will be the vanguard, leading the advance, and removing the watchtowers that serve as eyes outside the city. After these watchtowers are destroyed, the remaining three guys will gather together.

Start this cruel battle.

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In the rustling sound, it is the sound of rats running across the border.

They are not ordinary rats. The rat army that appears here even has a flag that is erected high.

It shouldn't be, a rat warlord shouldn't appear here.

This is just an ordinary sentinel set up in a giant city around it.

There is also a low magic tower as an early warning, a few circles of trenches, and dozens of ordinary militia stationed here.

In any case, this place should not involve a real rat warlord's visit.

But no matter how wrong it is, this low probability thing still happened today.

The people in the outpost panicked almost immediately.

Except for a slightly immature figure, the little nurse who was always teased by the old soldiers.

Little Annie who didn't like wearing skirts.

She put down the medical box in her hand almost immediately, climbed out of the trench, and rushed to the low magic tower in the center of the outpost.

No matter what they encountered, the first priority of the soldiers in the outpost was to light up the magic tower and pass on what happened here to the command center further behind.

This was repeatedly emphasized in the war manual.

However, the war manual was obviously prepared for those soldiers running on the battlefield, but I don't know why a little nurse would be so familiar with it.

Time is running out.

The magic traps that should have been activated, the self-triggered magic outposts, these were not successfully activated, and they didn't even hinder the steps of the rats rushing to the station for a moment. They were destroyed accurately and efficiently before being activated.

Here she is, she has finally arrived at the low magic tower in the center of the position, but the metal door leading to the magic tower is firmly locked by a heavy lock, and for a moment, it cannot be opened at all.

In panic, the face of the little nurse was brewing a bit of despair.

Until an arm fell on her shoulder.

"Let me do it, little Annie, since those sneaky sewer rats showed up, these reconnaissance towers have an extra step of verification. Of course, we don't expect those complicated upgrades here, so I added a lock to it.

The war manual you often read is still a bit too old."

The speaker is a scarred old soldier, who is also the chief of the garrison troops at this outpost.

He has an extremely rough metal leg. Perhaps because of this reason, the people in this outpost call him very simply, old lame.

Although he is not actually old, he is indeed lame.

The old lame man pulled Annie away and pulled out a thick key from the partition of his metal leg. The big lock fell to the ground as the key was turned. Soon after, faint blue lines began to climb up the magic tower.

In a grand battle a year ago, the rat assassins appeared in the sight of humans for the first time. These guys running in the dark spread the plague wantonly, carried out assassinations, and frequently used these magic towers that were originally used for early warning to transmit various false news to the front battlefield.

The battle eventually led to Waterloo. After that battle, the human empire lost a lot of land again, and the front line retreated again and again, giving up one-third of the empire's land.

Since then, humans have been more cautious against those rat assassins, even though these sneaky guys have never appeared on the battlefield since that battle.

The voice of the old lame leg sounded from the magic tower.

"The power supply of this magic tower is still a bit too tight. It will take some time to start. Little Annie, go to the logistics warehouse over there and drive out the magic energy reconnaissance vehicle. After I activate the iron golem in the magic tower, we will evacuate."

In the rear, the honorary dukes of the military command did not require the soldiers stationed in the sentry tower to fight to the death. They even emphasized in the military manual that if they encountered a situation that was absolutely difficult to deal with, they only needed to start the reconnaissance tower. After doing this, surviving was the top priority.

This was a helpless move. Even if the human empire was militaristic, its troops were slowly running out.

Those generals who had originally jointly asked Caesar for more troops and wanted to carry out more radical war strategies, they also became conservative in such consumption.

In fact, it was not difficult to do this. In the various magic traps and obstacles of the magic energy sentry tower, they should have been able to complete the retreat smoothly. It was just a pity that the ratmen who arrived at this battlefield this time were not ordinary.

Those running guys are approaching at an unimaginable speed.

When Annie drove the magic off-road vehicle out of the warehouse converted from the simple barn.

The vanguard of the ratmen has appeared in front of everyone in this sentry tower.

These ratmen are taller than ordinary guys, and their equipment is more complete and complicated, and more dangerous.

Of course, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is the flag that was brought over.

The moment she saw the flag, the stubborn little girl fell into a trance.

She must come to this front line, to this dangerous battlefield front line, and she also wanted to find this flag.

There was a little more ferocity on her face, which was the echo of hatred.

But the shrill shouting made him come back to his senses quickly.

That was the voice of the old lame man.

"Run away, little guy!"

The old lame man now wears a set of heavy armor, which is the second type of wearable iron golem launched by the Mage Association. After a well-trained soldier wears this set of iron golem, he can even fight with the rat trolls in close combat. In this battlefield, besides waving the long sword in her hand, Annie's favorite is the various wearable golems.

But now, the expression on her face is not only ferocious, but also a little trance.

That was her enemy, the dark rat. She still remembered him. In that dark night, in that terrifying night, in the shadowy eyes, Grandpa Grassfork fought with him.

But now, he has become stronger.

The old lame man wearing the iron golem was easily stepped on by him.

At this time, he was struggling in pain.

The black-haired rat noticed the not-so-calm sight.

This mission was not a difficult task for him. It was much easier to destroy these scattered watchtowers than to charge at the fortress with various magic cannons.

He was a little bored.

The guy he stepped on was interesting, but unfortunately, he seemed to be lame.

He raised his eyes and fell on the girl not far away. The struggling movement under his feet became more intense.

It made him more interesting.

With a leap, the storm rats around him skillfully made way for an open space.

And he cast all kinds of wanton eyes on the old lame without any scruples.

A huge sword was thrown to the old lame, and gestured to the guy in the distance, and then gestured to the old lame.

His meaning became very clear.

Heimao still likes to fight alone.

Amid the roar of the magic furnace, the old lame man slowly climbed up from the ground. The injury on his leg affected his control of the iron golem, and he limped.

But he picked up the sword without hesitation.

He strode towards Heimao, but was easily dodged by the agile figure. After a few dodges, a big sword easily pierced through the gap of the iron golem and penetrated it. The old lame man knelt down.

Obviously, Heimao was just looking for fun and did not treat him as an opponent.

The surrounding storm rats burst into laughter, and the sharp sound echoed in the area.

Several corpses were dragged out of the trenches, and the storm rats were pulling open the helmets of the dead militiamen, looking for the possible blue eyes.

The old lame man turned his head and saw the little nurse driving the magic reconnaissance vehicle far away, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He still likes this little girl very much. At least this little girl is willing to apply for more medical alcohol for him when applying for medical supplies every month, so that this old drunkard can satisfy his cravings.

He fell to the ground.

He was silent just like that.

It can only be said that facing a rat warlord who is really good at running and charging, such a small sentry tower really has no room for resistance.

In just one day, the early warning network composed of sentry towers around the Flame City was mostly dim.

A feeling of impending storm appeared.

Everyone knew that the rats would definitely target the Flame City, but the process was still a little faster.

Obviously, in the last battle, the number of rats who died was countless, but in just one year, these guys who walked in the gutter recovered again.

Damn it!

And the problem they have to face is not only the re-invasion of the rats, but also the sneaky guys hiding in the dark.

Various clues all indicate a problem. The group of dangerous rat assassins seems to have found their collaborators within the Rat Empire.

But since that battle, they have not been able to find the traces of those rat assassins in large numbers, but they know that rats gather in cities.

This seems to be a very contradictory statement, but it is particularly helpless.

Maybe it was before the invasion of this group of damned rats, or maybe it was during the first rat war. In short, I don’t know when it started.

In every city and every place, there are traces of rats.

These damn guys lurk in the dark corners of the city and hide in the wilderness. It is difficult to eliminate and eradicate.

The human empire suspects that the group of rat assassins are hiding among these rats.

But whether it is the mages or mercenaries, they can’t completely eradicate these scattered rats from cities and from the vast wilderness.

It's not that they don't want to do it, but that they can't do it. No matter how much gold coins they invest, no matter how much manpower they mobilize, after a period of calm, there will always be some ratmen crawling out of the city's sewers and dark corners, and there will always be some ratmen hiding in the cracks of rocks in the wilderness and lingering.

There is no doubt about the difficulty of this matter. In fact, the ratmen themselves cannot completely wipe out the wild ratmen in their own city.

Originally, this was not a big problem. After all, even if these scattered ratmen would run wildly in the city, it would be difficult for them to do more than running wildly. It was difficult to wipe them out just because these guys hid in dark corners and didn't show up. If they were put in the light, any mercenary team would be able to kill these ratmen.

These guys can't affect anything.

Until the ratman assassins showed up, these guys were exposed to the sun in the last battle, and then quickly disappeared again and mixed in with these guys.

Things suddenly became tricky.