The Ominous Lord of the Skaven

Chapter 107 Forest Tribe
Shackleby ran through his thoughts, and even Ramsey praised the story.

If you want to write a story that all rat people agree with, the protagonist of the story must be extremely self-centered, and must be the smartest and luckiest rat in the world view.

Shakeby's grasp of the Ratman's story does have two brushes.

And the background of this story inspired Ickert more, such as the last fencing conference.

It always gives people the feeling of an ancient Roman gladiatorial meeting. He was thinking, should he follow the example of his predecessors and open an arena?
The fencing conference is the annual finale event.

Wouldn't it be nice for him to sit directly in the manor and charge some entrance fees at that time?

This idea was immediately attributed by Ickert to the development plan of the territorial city stage.

Ickert is happy with Shackleby.

"Shakebi, you are a good rat. I allow you to report in the education class, learn to write, and move into the village from now on. The treatment standard will be the same as that of the clan rat.

After studying every night, come to me to communicate and improve the story, and try to organize it yourself when I am not here. "

"Okay, Clan Chief."

Shakeby replied happily, and Ickert asked Ramsi to take him to choose a house.

Since Aris happened to be very idle in the territory, Shakeby was arranged by Ickert to study after a short rest.

After arranging everything, Ickert began to prepare a new round of plans.

He wants to conduct formal military training during the slack time, and redistribute weapons according to the training results.

When Eckert was writing a new round of plans for the territory on the parchment, Windsor also ushered in the first rain.

The heavy rain was mixed with lightning, and the sound of pattering rain and loud thunder raged in the territory.

The rat people put on grass clothes under the leadership of the squad leaders, and those who had the conditions also put on bamboo hats, and rushed towards the field.

The seedlings have grown to a high enough height, but they cannot withstand the heavy rain.

Fortunately, the Ratmen arrived in the field in time and dredged all the drainage pipes, so that the turbulent water flowed to the Vanvna River along the drainage ditch.

It was also during the heavy rain that the rain-soaked soil had fresh footprints of the wolf man.

The Gnoll team, also dressed in grass clothes, crossed the Vanvna River in hardships and went to the other side of the river to find the forest tribe.

"Slow down, Ward, Grandma Sanla is going to be overwhelmed!"

shouted a Gnoll, and behind him was a significantly older female Gnoll.

The already old body could not withstand the exhaustion of the long journey, and it happened to encounter heavy rain on the departure day.

Grandma Sangla is their "bridge" to communicate with the forest tribes. This elderly goddess once traveled in the forest tribes when she was young.

"The gnolls there live in tree houses 30 meters above the ground. Their villages are connected by tenacious vines and suspension bridges. They live like elves."

Every gnoll who grew up in the Bite Tribe has heard such legends from Granny Sanla.

To obtain the help of those gnolls, Granny Sanla is indispensable.

"Ward, it's raining too much, Granny Sanla needs to rest!"

The wolf man of the Bite Horde pleaded that the leadership of the rescue team is not in their hands.

However, Ward dismissed the idea of ​​his companions wanting to rest.

"Fortunately, it's rain. No monster is in the mood to forage at this time. This is a good time for us to travel through the jungle. The rain will wash away our footprints, smells,

We must move on. "

Ward said, leading the team forward involuntarily.

"But Granny Sangla"

The warrior of the Bite tribe wanted to continue talking, but was turned back by Ward's fierce gaze.

"I say keep going!"

"Okay, okay, you have the final say."

The wolf man who bit the tribe was completely discouraged.

And the mother-in-law Sanla behind him also tried her best to express her approval for Ward.

"Bacca Ward is right, the heavy rain is a good time for us to hurry, we must not stop,

My old woman, as long as I have one breath left when I get to the Forest Tribe, they can save me.

Since Black Axe can do it, I, Sanla, will not break my promise."

After Granny Sanla finished speaking, she didn't say another word, she just kept panting, so Baka had to keep walking in silence.

In his heart, he was looking forward to arriving at the forest tribe earlier, even if it was only a minute.

And it seems that in order to respond to his expectations, the forest tribe that the wolves dreamed of took the initiative to find them.

"Hey!"

A warrior of the forest tribe shouted, Baka looked back, and saw a jackal wearing a colorful and terrifying mask, standing behind him at some point.

Incomprehensible patterns are painted on the colorful masks, and gorgeous bird feathers are inserted on the top of the masks.

"what!"

Baka was so frightened that he yelled out, and Waddon felt bad, so he and the other wolf warriors began to guard around.

During the heavy rain, more and more strange masks began to appear in the forest, and the shaking bird feathers made everyone in the team tremble with fear.

The wooden guns and metal spearheads pointed directly at the highland wolves, and the soldiers were a little at a loss.

The battle between the mud seems to be about to break out in the next second.

But at this moment, a taller wolf man walked out of the jungle. His mask was more colorful and the face painted on it was even more frightening.

"Welcome, friends of the Highlands."

He said so.

After the torrential rain was over, the Jackals also came to their city under the leadership of forest tribe warriors.

Unlike Grandma Sanla's memories, the gnolls of the forest tribe had already been integrated many years after she left.

The forest tribe has already become the forest kingdom.

The simple buildings made of stone and the clothes woven from various kinds of linen, and the people using earthen jars constituted a jungle civilization of jackals like the Mayan civilization.

"I am Priest Birol, friends from the highlands, the High Priest knows your origins."

Priest Birol said to the jackals, but the jackals who grew up in these villages had turned into bumpkins.

The brightly dressed and well-dressed female wolf man revealed a civilized atmosphere in every move. The stone slabs and stone buildings full of distorted symbols were novel to them.

There are thousands of novelty commodities in the market, and there are countless human craftsmen whose feet are tied by chains.

The power of the forest kingdom is amazing.

But what caught their attention the most was the huge altar in the center of the city.

This tall Mayan pyramid shocked the highland jackals.

They have never seen such a tall building.

"That is the Great Holy White Temple, the whole body is made of white stone, although it seems majestic enough now, but she still needs some time to complete.

By the way, the Holy White Temple is a temple we use to enshrine the great mother of the sun, Meneclaria, who gave us civilization and power! "

Priest Birol explained to everyone, and then he ordered Granny Sangla to be carried down to rescue her, and continued to the wolf men:
"I know that you need strength to come here, and the high priest has also made a decision. As long as you come, he will definitely send troops to help you.

It's a pity that you came at the wrong time. "

(End of this chapter)