From Skaven to God-King of War

Obviously, Longclaw didn't care much about the resistance of the hanging rat-man in front of him.

The movements in his hands did not stop.

As the skin and flesh were cut open, the wriggling mass of flesh and blood was quickly buried into the body of the Hanged Rat Man, accompanied by the excited murmurs and drastic changes.

The flesh and blood began to swell, tiny crackling sounds appeared in the body, and the eyes were gradually saturated with scarlet color, struggling like a wild beast on the huge dark metal pillar.

The huge force even made a harsh sound when pulling on the restraining chains.

It's just a ball of flesh and blood, but it has created a powerful beast that is still constantly deforming, and the raw material is just a rat man.

But just doing this doesn't satisfy Long Claw.

The sharp short blade in his hand was easily poked out, and with just one blow, the beast in front of him was still deforming, without even taking a second look.

Turn around and leave.

This is not what he wants, this is not what he wants.

Immediately after he left, a group of trembling slave rats came out of the darkness and quickly removed the aberrant beast that had lost its life on the pillar. In a hurry, the aberrant beast was quickly thrown into the beating of metal heart.

The squirming flesh and blood in the heart instantly swallowed up the deformed beast. Soon after, a hollow face with an open mouth appeared on the flesh and blood, and began to rise and fall with the swelling of the flesh and blood.

The slave rats that ran out of the darkness also dispersed at this moment.

A voice that was suppressed but still getting increasingly violent began to echo in the abyss.

"Just a little bit closer! Just a little bit closer! Just a little bit closer!"

When this sound sounded, even hiding in the darkness could not make these slave rats feel safe at all, and they curled up hard.

Low-pitched prayers were carefully recited in the darkness. They were praying hard to the gods so that they would not be chosen next.

After a while, the furious roars died down.

A slender rat assassin appeared in the uncharted abyss deep underground. His appearance made Long Claws stop its crazy roar and pick up his wooden staff again, making himself more like a rat man now. priest.

In the deal he made, he must also recognize his identity as a Skaven Priest.

He agreed to this in exchange for the fascinating black blood mushroom.

Once upon a time, there were not so many strange stories and horrors in the abyss not long ago. Many blast furnaces were built relying on blue gears. The hot molten iron represented the coming metal age.

Until the visit of the rat assassin, the rare black blood mushroom was delivered to the long-clawed hands, and he was deeply fascinated.

It also made him crazy.

The hot metal was cast into huge pillars, and a large number of rat men were tied up. In experiments after experiments, countless flesh-and-blood deformed creatures were born in this dark abyss.

But Long Claw failed. Compared with the enlightenment brought by the craftsman's heart, compared with the broken but mature knowledge inside, the power of distorting life, although shocking, was in a hazy state.

It is difficult to touch, so the long claws often hit the wall.

It's just that Longclaw is not ready to let go. He was so paranoid that he never recognized his fate as a priest of Bigclaw.

Now of course he was not ready to give up on the more beautiful and powerful thing that appeared in front of him.

But knowledge will not come because of your persistence. Countless attempts will only bring you lumps of rotten meat, and you will be desperate.

He began to cast his sights upon the gods.

The exquisiteness and complexity come from the patterns on the god's stone pillars being inscribed on the iron pillars.

He also began to pray to the gods crazily and devoutly.

Longing for guidance from the gods.

I don’t know if his prayers really had an effect, or if it was just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse.

His experiment made progress, and a rat-man who fully withstood the power of the black blood mushroom was born.

Although the aberrant power still destroyed the rat-man as a mindless beast, after all, he no longer turned into a ball of squirming flesh and blood.

This breakthrough made him ecstatic, and he made a crazy move at the same time.

The huge mountain of flesh transformed by the spear rat was pushed into the heart of the craftsman who brought enlightenment with its long claws.

A twisted and beautiful heart was born.

It's beautiful, at least that's what the long claws think. It's fascinating.

In that dazzling beauty, Longclaw gave up the enlightenment he had fought so hard to achieve.

Although what he didn't know was that some blue gears had been secretly taken away by the visiting rat assassins.

The white rat is literally watching everything.

………….

In the lush forest.

When Du Yuan's unfriendly neighbor roared into the forest.

The lizard man next door is also planning a plan.

They were supposed to be silently licking their wounds in a great battle, but they began to hatch some extraordinary plans.

In that huge ancient city of enlightenment, the current young king of the Wetland Kingdom, Huo with bright red scales, pointed at an area on the map in front of him and made a declaration in an unquestionable tone.

"We have to take this place!"

The loss of his left eye did not make Huo ugly and ferocious. On the contrary, it added a lot of maturity and fierceness to the young hero.

Although on the day he successfully controlled the dragon beast, no one would treat the young hero as a child.

He is already a true king, although kings often do not have the right to say anything.

At this time, the leaders of other races in the Wetland Kingdom were inevitably a little hesitant about his decision.

Because the area circled on the map is inside the lush forest, and the lush forest has long been occupied by ratmen.

Even though they won the last war, the tragic victory made them hesitant to counterattack the Ratmen.

Even the kobold leader, who had suffered the least loss, lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

Except for one dumb guy, the leader of the swamp murlocs, the somewhat dumb guy agreed without hesitation.

"good!"

He was glared hard by the leader of the snakemen, but the leader of the swamp fishmen didn't care at all.

In order not to be harmed by this guy, the snake leader could only act as a leader.

"King, can you wait a little longer! Our losses in the last war were too great. Many settlements and cities have not been rebuilt!"

In his heartfelt words, he wanted to warn against fire.

But Huo was very determined.

"It is precisely because our losses are too great that we cannot go through such a cruel war again!"

"But if that's the case, then why do we have to launch an attack here?"

"Because of iron!"