From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 116: A crazy charge for God!
This is a point that the boarman commanders did not care about, or rather deliberately ignored.

The boar riders running back and forth in the lush forest like clowns being fooled by the ratmen ensure a crucial premise.

That is the stability of the rear.

The rat people did not dare to set foot on that endless unfamiliar plain, not for any other reason.

Simply because there they were simply unable to deal with the charging boar knights.

But now, with the disappearance of the boar knights, this deterrent has become ineffective.

Things shouldn't have been this bad.

After all, the Boar Rider has only not appeared for a few days. Would an ordinary guy dare to take a gamble?
Who can be sure that when he rushes into the hinterland with his huge army, those knights will not rush over and bring about an unprecedented defeat.

Sheng Qi might have hesitated because of this.

But what the wild boars obviously didn't know was that for the rat people, this war was not just a counterattack, a fight for the lush forest, or even the destruction of the wild boars.

It was a grand sacrifice!

In war, one needs to consider trade-offs, but in a grand sacrifice, these are not the most important things.

All that's needed for those crazy guys is sacrifices, more sacrifices, better sacrifices.

Just to get a little gift.

It just so happens that there is such a crazy guy in the Western Expeditionary Force.

For this madman, the only purpose of this war is to stand on the ruins of the heretic god's temple and offer sacrifices to the great god.

To do this, he will spare no expense and will not be afraid.

The old priest was about to die, whether it was for survival or simply to pray to the gods for a moment of attention.

He didn't care anymore.

………….

The old priest has arrived, the old priest has been found!

Even if you look at it from a distance, the dazzling transparent tower standing in the middle of the city is quite shocking.

The unique aura of God that resides on it cannot be faked.

That's the capital of the Wild Boar! That's where the Wild Boar Temple was built!
But the city was so huge that the army behind them suffered heavy losses during the days of raids. When the 20,000-strong army reached the vicinity of the boar people's capital, only half of it was left.

This forced the old priest to calm down.

Such a small number of troops are simply not enough to challenge the towering world before them.

He only had one chance, so he did not blindly attack the city in front of him that he had been dreaming about day and night.

The madness was temporarily suppressed, but the old priest was obviously more dangerous at this time.

What is scarier than a madman?

Calm down lunatic.

Without staying too long, the old priest led the ratman troops away quickly.

Not long after, a team of boarmen warriors carefully caught up.

During this period of time, the ratman troops led by the old priest were not without being chased. The Boarman Kingdom even temporarily pulled out a thousand boarman knights to specifically siege them.

But it was just a carefully prepared ambush.

Those boar knights who were hastily pulled out were wiped out in the ambush.

This time, unusually, the old priest did not sacrifice these fallen boar knights to the gods, because there was a group of boar warriors following closely behind him.

He had no time to set up the altar, but even so, the old priest chose a cruel way to dispose of the bodies of these young boar knights in order to deter pursuers.

All the boar riders had their heads chopped off and stuck with branches in a small area. When the chasing boar warriors arrived, all they could see were the heads swaying in the wind.

No more wild boar knights appeared afterwards, and even the remaining reserve troops in the hinterland were completely lost.

This battle was also the one in which the old priest's ratmen suffered the most losses.

At least eight thousand ratmen were killed in this ambush, even though these boar knights were young and had not even received long training.

But being selected into the reserve team itself represents their excellence.

After taking into account the losses in this battle and the losses along the way, the old priest only had 10,000 ratmen left.

But this small number of 10,000 ratmen troops were divided again in front of the boarmen's capital.

Divided into two forces.

The two armies continued to do what they had always done, burning wheat fields and destroying towns.

Kill the boarmen civilians in large numbers and pile them up on a simply built altar.

Only this time, their slaughter had survivors.

A large number of wild boar civilians fled into the capital, and invisible pressure was put on the king sitting high on the throne.

Finally, when those roaming ratman troops began to burn the wheat fields near the Boarman King's City on a large scale.

The boar king couldn't sit still anymore.

The capital's guards began to participate in the encirclement and suppression of these roving rat-man troops.

But this was exactly what the old priest wanted.

During the day, the garrison of the boarman capital had just left, and at night, a team of knights riding giant rats appeared outside the city of the boarman capital.

All the ordinary ratmen in this ratman army were thrown out by the old priest. As bait, he only left two thousand ratman raiding knights for himself.

Finally, on this day, the garrison troops had just left and the bait had just taken the bait, and the old priest jumped out impatiently.

In that twisted laughter.

The ground shook, but such a slight vibration did not cause the city wall that had taken so much effort to build to collapse.

Instead, it alarmed the garrison on the city wall.

The capital's guards did not come out in full force. Even though the raging fire was raging in the golden wheat fields, the boar king only sent out a part of the garrison.

But the old priest couldn't wait any longer, he couldn't wait any longer!
The wooden staff in his hand was constantly waving, and the magic was constantly superimposed. The weak vibration gradually became stronger until the ground began to shake violently.

This is one of the many divine arts inheritances that Du Yuan threw out to the priests.

Earthquake magic, a magical spell that can make the ground in a designated area shake, is a simple magical spell used by Old Zhang to make up the numbers.

But now, under the use of the old priest, the ground shook and cracks appeared in the continuous superposition, and the solid city wall collapsed at this time.

The killing aura was evoked by the old priest.

At this moment, all the ratman knights surrounding him had red eyes.

These are the slave-catching priests.

Or.

All the senior rat priests used their methods to control the rat army and launched a large-scale killing aura, so these cowardly guys would have no other choice.

Under that sharp laughter.

"Oh God! Oh God!"

"Please look at me!"

This crazy guy led only two thousand raiding knights to attack the huge and prosperous city in front of him.

(End of this chapter)