From Skaven to God-King of War

Times are like this, and they become strange all of a sudden.

Ratman Empire, a planet, a crooked steel city.

Old Miner He is in a bad mood recently. He is unemployed. Well, well, he never thought that he would be unemployed one day.

This planet was brought under the control of the Ratman Empire three hundred years ago. It is a small planet, and it doesn’t even have a name, only a string of messy numbers.

Planet 2133, a mining planet, there is no way, not all planets are suitable for living, even if they are suitable for living, some are more suitable and less suitable for such a statement.

Dark sky, cold climate all year round, the world in sight is gray and white.

This is a frost planet, life is not prosperous, even for the rats, it can only be said that it can be barely colonized. The only value of this planet is its minerals. There are several lead veins with huge reserves on this planet, so the rats visited this planet and left behind several small and crooked steel cities.

Every year, a caravan would come to this planet on time to receive the mined ore.

To be honest, mining this planet is a business that barely pays back, and this is because the coal reserves on this cold planet are still relatively abundant.

Perhaps many, many years ago, this was also a prosperous planet.

In the crooked city, large and small gears rotate on the city's framework, accompanied by the hot steam that the huge steam furnace spews out from time to time.

The rails are built directly along the roads in this city. These equipment are important routes for transporting underground lead mines to the ground after they are mined, and they are also the main means of transportation for miners in the city to go to the mines to work.

In this crooked steel city, 80% of the guys do the same job, that is, miners.

But now, the industry is declining, and the scene of dense rats crowding onto a rail car heading underground is no longer seen.

The old miner looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but start to curse angrily, to the rat nobles who dominated this planet, to those greedy rat merchants, and to those damned automatic machines.

His ancestors, almost on the day when this planet was just established, three hundred years ago, began to work in this city and in that huge lead mine, one shovel, one shovel, one ore, one ore, one ore, this lead mine seemed to never be exhausted, and the ratmen of their lineage have been waving their tools until now.

He felt that he lived up to his name, he lived up to the lord of this planet, every day he tried hard to wave the ore in his hand, but what greeted him was such a result.

Such cursing continued until he came to the door of a tavern with a huge gear hanging at the door. When he opened the door, a wave of hot air came to his face. This heat came from the crowded people in the tavern, of course, more from the thick central heating pipe in the center of the tavern.

He walked through the dense crowd of ratmen and came to the bar. He took out five blood gold coins from his pocket. After hesitating for a moment, he did not hand over all the money in his hand, but kept two coins and shouted loudly to the bartender in front of him.

"Give me a glass of yellow mushroom wine."

The hunchbacked one-eyed ratman pushed him a dark and greasy cup, in which a cup of turbid liquid was still bubbling.

The old mine draft shouted at the guy in front of him dissatisfiedly.

"Why is the yellow mushroom wine here getting worse and worse!"

But in return, he just smiled indifferently. The bartender spread his hands indifferently to the old mine draft.

"Life is getting harder and harder. In a few days, we may even have to cancel the heating!"

This sentence made the old mine draft speechless. He sat on the stool and sulked. He didn't say anything, but just pulled his yellow mushroom wine over and kept scooping up pieces of black stuff from an iron can on the long table in front of him.

The turbid yellow liquor also took on a bit of black after being stained with these black blocks. Lao Kuanggao suddenly poured a mouthful of this thing into his mouth.

This black box is lead ore. The wine with this will become sweeter and stronger. This sweet wine can make people forget their troubles. Usually, Lao Kuanggao can sit here for a long time after drinking this cup. It is considered one of the few pastimes.

But today, he was a little uneasy. He drank all the wine in the cup one mouthful after another. Soon, he drank all the wine in the cup into his stomach. Such a process should be an afternoon or a whole day in the past, but now, I don’t know if it’s half an hour, or just ten minutes, he just swallowed all the yellow mushroom wine in the cup into his stomach.

After finishing the wine, he naturally shouldn’t stay here. Lao Kuanggao grabbed the coat beside him. He was going home. At this time, the one-eyed bartender called Lao Kuanggao.

"The bar is short of some lead ore recently. We need purer lead ore from the deepest part of the mine, in the haunted area!"

This sentence was remembered by Lao Kuanggao. Not long after, he passed through the crowded rat-man pile again and appeared on the cold street outside. Unconsciously, snow began to fall. Snowflakes fell one by one. He put on the dirty coat in his hand, and with the glass of mushroom wine he just drank, the cold was temporarily away.

The snow accumulated on the street in a thick layer. He walked on the street with one foot deep and one foot shallow. He had to buy some more candy, hoping that the candy store on the next street was still open.

In a crooked house, Lao Kuanggao covered the things in his arms and walked forward. He was about to return home. Fortunately, the candy store was still open.

But damn, that damn profiteer raised the price!

Finally, he gritted his teeth and bought some.

Home!

Pushing open the door, the once warm house is now cold, a little firelight is swaying in the bedroom deep in the house, striding forward, the old mine draft began to sort out his expression, no longer a bitter face, but squeezed out a smile.

Pushing open the bedroom door, a gentle rat woman was lying on the bed in the bedroom, beside her, a small stove was burning red coal.

"How is it, is it going well?"

A gentle voice sounded, and the old mine draft squeezed out a smile on his face, took off his dirty coat and hung it aside, and came to the rat woman with a smile and sat on the bed.

"It's going well, you know, how can those machines really replace us old guys, I just went to the city hall with my co-workers, that is, those old mine drills, rail cars, and the guys inside promised us that we will be able to resume work soon!"

She said this with a smile, but the sadness on the woman's face did not completely disappear, she said to the old mine draft worriedly

"But I heard that the situation is very bad."

"Hey, the situation is very bad for other people, you know, how can they compare with us!"

"Oh, oh, let's not talk about this for now! Look, look at what I brought you!"

As he said, the old miner took out some candies like offering treasures, and at this moment, the woman's eyes lit up for a moment.

To be honest, this picture is actually quite impactful. The rat woman in the bedroom is not the daughter of the old miner, or anything else, but his wife.

Well, it is indeed difficult to imagine for a while, but it is true, even though the old miner looks like an old guy with a hunched back.

It can only be said that in the long years, miners are a group of people who are very easy to age, and this is particularly obvious in rats.

The woman's voice sounded.

"Don't you want to eat a little?"

"No, no, I ate on the way back!"

"The baby in my belly kicked me today!"

The gentle woman gently embraced Lao Tiekuang in her arms and pulled him closer to her belly, which was now slightly bulging.

If nothing unexpected happens, Xiao Kuanggao will be born soon, if the name can still be passed down at that time.

In the corner of the room, a rustling sound came from a radio.

The rats have fully entered the interstellar era, and most of the rat planets have actually entered a new state. Of course, most of the rat planets, and some of the rat planets, are still extremely poor, and the rats living there can't see the living standards that a powerful interstellar empire should have.

However, even if the gap between the upper and lower limits is so large, a little trace can still be seen, such as the radio that keeps playing a rustling sound in the bedroom. This radio was once the pride of Lao Kuanggao, and its existence allowed him to get the most beautiful rat girl in the entire outer city.

In the rustling sound, some fragments of sentences were played.

"Great evolution, gift, get rid of the shackles of the body, immortal potion!"

These fragmented and completely incomprehensible words were constantly played from the radio. Fortunately, these chaotic sentences did not interrupt the embrace of the two ratmen in the room at this time.

Next to this precious radio, there was a clean photo frame. It can be seen that only this radio and the photo frame on this table were specially taken care of. Compared with other things, they were much cleaner, as if they were often wiped.

The radio seemed to be stuck, or it might be that the snow outside the house made its signal fuzzy and unstable.

A word was played repeatedly, and it brought a bit of weird and sharp feeling.

"Great, great, great, great, great, great, great!"

Next to the radio, there was a photo frame with a photo on it. On it, the figures of two ratmen were imprinted. One was very clear and obvious, undoubtedly the gentle woman. It was very easy to recognize.

As for the other one, it was a little hard to tell who he was. He was a young ratman with his arms raised high and the corners of his mouth wide open.

………….

That night, a figure carrying a mining manuscript appeared at a steam train transfer station on the edge of the outer city. Taking advantage of the dim sky, he nimbly climbed onto an empty freight train.

For many things, the old mining manuscript now needs money, a lot of money.

The snow has not stopped yet, and it has even become heavier. Snowflakes keep falling. Even though the old miner is wearing a heavy coat, he can't resist the cold. He can only curl up in the corner of the empty train compartment.

His goal is a special area deep in the mine, a haunted mine.

He has never been active in that mine, but he has heard about what happened there. He heard that the rat miners who have been there have gone crazy in the end, shouting that they saw another world, a monster, and a god.

This situation is a bit confusing, but there are more and more crazy guys. Gradually, no rat miners are willing to approach this haunted mine, and this place has been officially abandoned.

His goal today is there. Are you afraid? A little afraid. After all, his father, the old miner of the previous generation, told him a lot of bizarre things and taboos that happened in the mine. At first, he sneered at these, until he became the old miner and began to take over his father's work in the mine.

Some things are definitely not groundless.

But even if it is so, what does it matter? He must go this time. No matter how horrible it is, he will go crazy. He must go.

He needs money, a lot of money, a lot of money.

In this way, the old mine draft curled up in the corner of the carriage. Snowflakes kept falling, and soon the carriage would be buried. He was also buried in the white snow.

Today, for some reason, the transport train has not started, but the old mine draft cannot move. He is now a little fortunate, fortunately, it snowed so heavily today.

A beam of light fell on the train, and a cold metal figure appeared here. He was inspecting the freight train. The inspection was very careful. Fortunately, it snowed so heavily today, otherwise the old mine draft would be caught on the spot.

After a long time, the metal figure of the inspection disappeared. The coat of the old mine draft buried in the snow was wet, and he was shivering with cold.

Even so, he did not get out of the thick snow, but shivered and hugged his arms.

He needed money, right now.