From Skaven to God-King of War

In the center of the barren mountain range, with slave rats digging day and night, a huge underground city gradually took shape.

Underground tunnels extending in all directions connect the cavities dug out of the mountain.

Thick trees were cut down from the forest and dragged underground to become the support pillars that spread throughout the underground tunnels, as well as the materials for the exhaust devices that spread like spider webs.

Groups of slave rats bowed their bodies humbly, running in the tunnels under the call of their caregivers, the rat priests who had claws as thick as themselves.

During the occasional pauses, you can hear the slave rat and the big-clawed priest whispering prayers to the gods.

Both were despised by the rat priests who did not have thick claws. They raised the wooden staff in their hands towards the big-clawed priests as if provocative. At this time, the big-clawed priests also bowed down humbly. go.

At this moment, their expressions were no different from those of the slave rats under his care.

At this time, a group of young ratmen who secretly escaped from the breeding room ran happily through the tunnel, accompanied by angry and sharp curses behind them.

It was the guard rat that was chasing me.

The slave rats and the big-clawed priests couldn't help but cast their gazes at the group of young rat-men who were running past with joyful expressions on their faces. It was a complex look that was filled with envy, jealousy, and regret.

Only the normal rat-man priest remained indifferent, holding his wooden staff and sneering.

Groups of rat people walking through the tunnels gathered together to form this prosperous underground city.

The rat war that had just returned was also walking through it.

He left the temple angrily and shuttled through the winding tunnels, stopping in an empty underground cavity.

There was undisguised anger on his face.

He felt that he had been deceived by the old guy White Rat. The previous promise that every rat priest would be able to obtain a quota as a member of the temple's priesthood was directly wiped out by that old guy.

He was only willing to give three places.

Three places are not enough!

With only three spots available, he wanted him to respectfully deliver the Spear of Divine Punishment, and also forcefully knock down the commander's level by one level.

This is not enough! This is absolutely not enough!

What made Shu Zhan almost break his teeth was that he agreed. Even when he stood at the door of the temple, many words and conditions flashed through his mind.

Even though Rat Zhan has become the leader of rat warriors.

But when he actually stood in front of the white rat, he couldn't say anything, just like an ordinary timid and cowardly rat man.

Standing in front of the white mouse and nodding hesitantly, he agreed to everything!

He agreed to three places, and he agreed to hand over the Spear of Divine Punishment. He even took his younger brothers, the rat warlords, and a group of soldiers at the sacrificial ceremony to offer the sacrifice to the gods. The battle flags were arranged in a phalanx and he presented the Spear of Divine Punishment, and he agreed!

Damn it! Damn it!

Unknowingly, the cunning warlord, Shu Zhan, who was roaming around in the lizard people's wetlands and making the lizard people play tricks on them, had red eyes at this moment.

"Damn it! How could I agree to that old guy setting up a phalanx! Damn it!"

Thinking of the way he nodded and bowed softly and weakly just now, Shu Zhan became angrier and angrier after he came out.

His eyes were red with anger.

Facts have proved that Shu Zhan is very afraid of the white mouse. He can't stand up in front of the white mouse. Although he is very unconvinced, he always looks honest in front of the white mouse.

As a Rat who once worked under White Rat and was affirmed and trusted by White Rat, he really knew what kind of guy his old boss was.

Instinct fear.

There is no choice now, there is no way out, the only option is to put up that damn phalanx in that sacrificial ceremony.

After being furious for a while, Wu Ming could only accept his fate no matter how reluctant the White Rat was. He actually carried the Spear of Divine Punishment and the battle flag, as did his group of younger brothers.

But just relying on Shu Zhan and his younger brother to form a phalanx is obviously not enough.

Shu Zhan thought about transferring some of his personal guards over.

Just when he was lost in thought, the eyes of a rat warlord in the empty cavity moved.

And leaned towards the pensive Rat Zhan.

"Boss, boss, is the high priest making things difficult for you?"

The sudden sound interrupted Shu Zhan's thinking. He raised his head and looked to the side at the rat warlord who was sneaking over.

Noncommittal answer.

"Um?"

After receiving this answer, the rat warlord's face showed excitement.

"Boss, boss! I met an old priest outside the temple today. He wants to see you!"

The rat warlord was very happy, because he felt like pie was about to fall from the sky.

I was just walking today when an old priest came close to me and stuffed blood mushrooms into his arms without any explanation. Although as a rat man warlord, he was not short of mushrooms, but who thought there were too many of them.

Moreover, the blood mushrooms given by the old priest are the purest and best, with almost no trace of variegated red blood mushrooms.

He took it without hesitation and took over a job from the old priest.

All he needs to do is recommend that old priest to their boss when their boss shows dissatisfaction with the White Rat High Priest.

Vaguely, he also felt something was wrong, but it didn't matter, he was just a referral, how much risk could he take!

And the old priest gave too many blood mushrooms.

There are too many, and the promises are all for the kind of pure red blood mushrooms, which is why the conversation at this time started.

"Boss, there is a rat man priest who wants to see you!"

As soon as these words came out, Shu Zhan became a little more interested.

"Oh! You want to see my old priest. Do you know where that old guy is?"

"I know, I know! Boss, do you want to see him?"

"You can meet him, but tell that old guy that I won't meet him. If you want to meet him, he must come and meet me!"

"Okay! Boss! I'm going to call the old priest right now!"

This poor ratman who had just become the warlord of the Upper Ratmen and had not seen much of the world was still immersed in the surprise of getting a large number of blood mushrooms out of thin air, but he did not see that at this time, his old rat warlord had already He rolled his eyes.

A rather surprised look appeared on Shu Zhan's face.

He was worried that the White Rat only gave him three quotas, and even after the rat warlords under him fled wildly in the wetland for a few days and took two more unlucky ones in, there were still four left, which was too much. One is coming!