From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 14, All the Cards

"Don't get excited, Old Zhang, I want three magic cards, which include my hush money and my loan fees.

You must know that the anchoring of the academy is very different this time. Although my family is only rat people, I participated in this anchoring, so my value is naturally higher. Your price is not enough. I want three god cards, and I want specific god cards!"

"Not enough. I can give you three God Cards, but three designated God Cards. This is not enough!"

"What if I change my fifty-year service contract to a one hundred-year war contract?"

Du Yuan spoke calmly to Old Zhang, who was a little surprised at Du Yuan's decision, but did not stop him.

"You can specify the Nezumi God Card."

"Okay, so be it!"

Du Yuan quickly completed the transaction and had three more magical cards in his hand.

The tail holds a weapon and has sharp claws, a legacy of the ratman priests.

These three magic cards are undoubtedly very fine cards.

Each card can bring a lot of enhancements to the ratmen under Du Yuan, and these magical cards can only be loaded by ratmen, otherwise it will not be Du Yuan's turn to choose.

Du Yuan paid a hefty price for this. According to the investment agreement he signed, the resources he needed to repay would double every year over the next fifty years.

The agreement can be terminated at any time as long as the resources are repaid.

On the contrary, if he cannot repay the loan within fifty years, then this investment contract will become a conscription contract.

The power behind the Pavilion of Truth has the right to recruit Du Yuan to participate in any war within a hundred years.

Whether it is to open up the world, participate in the war of gods, or simply to die, it is all legal and Du Yuan has no right to resist.

At first, Du Yuan thought that those trainee gods and demigods who were so desperate that they mortgaged themselves to the Pavilion of Truth were too unwise, but he didn't expect that it would come to this now.

Shaking his head, Du Yuan didn't know what expression he should give.

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In the dormitory, Du Yuan sat cross-legged on the bed and descended into the clan world. What caught his eye was the already slightly crowded ratman cave and the busy and excited white rats.

In just one night, the cave was filled with ratmen, and the number of ratmen under Du Yuan suddenly increased to more than four thousand.

If you observe carefully, you will find that a large part of the ratmen in the cave now appear to be quite petite, a head shorter than the white rats and the spear rats.

They are all newly born rat people.

The rat-man population of four thousand mixed newborn rat-men is already the limit that this cave can accommodate. There is no room for more rat-men in this cave, and the production of cave mushrooms is not enough.

At this time, most of these newly born ratmen were staring at the altar not far away and the white rat standing on the altar.

Or to be more precise, he was staring at the cracked lizardman egg floating in the blood-red lake, and the blood-red mushrooms popping out of the cracks in the lizardman eggs.

The young rat people did not understand what the god represented, but they knew that as long as they completed the sacrifice to that god, the cunning and powerful white rat boss would give each of them a blood mushroom.

Ever since completing the raid on the Lizardman camp, White Rat has been preparing for this sacrifice.

There were even a few lizardman heads placed on the altar. The white rat knelt in front of the altar, shouting loudly with its shrill voice.

"Great God! Great God! We offer sacrifices to you! Great God!" There were no standard prayer sentences, only words that were repeated constantly because of excitement, and bodies that were trembling with excitement.

The sacrifice began.

A living lizardman was pulled over. He roared in anger and fear, but unfortunately he was surrounded by too many ratmen and had no room to struggle. He was killed on the spot and pushed into the blood lake.

Then four more lizardmen were pulled over, killed and thrown into the lake.

The Spear Rat stood aside and watched all this happening. During this time, the relationship between him and the White Rat was eased, at least it was no longer so tense.

Moreover, even his faith has become much more devout than before, and is almost reaching the standard of a believer.

The motivation for this change was obvious. The lance rat's greedy eyes stayed on the most eye-catching blood mushrooms with some black spots around the altar without moving.

For these blood-red mushrooms.

Soon after, the last Lizardman was killed and pushed into the lake.

The white rat waved its arms high and roared loudly.

"Praise the gods! Praise the great gods!"

The devout ratmen around him also shouted loudly. However, the group of newly born ratmen were a little confused. They just looked at the white rat in front of the altar and followed suit and shouted.

"Great God, Great God."

The white rat was not very satisfied with this situation. He looked around at the huge group of ratmen in front of him with cold eyes and found a few guys who were not pious. Soon, several corpses of ratmen appeared in the blood lake, and all the ratmen shouted loudly together.

"Praise the gods! Praise the great gods!"

The faith generated by the sacrifice gathered on the altar, and the bright light of faith flickered on the stone pillars.

Du Yuan, who was watching all this happening in the sky, felt that the time had almost come. He stretched out his hand and immediately drew out half of the faith value stored in the altar.

With the blessing of a huge amount of faith value, Du Yuan completed his brief descent. A pair of indifferent and emotionless blood-red eyes appeared in the hearts of all the ratmen present. Three bright lights descended along with the oracle read out by Du Yuan in cold words.

At this moment, there was a brief silence, and then there was a fanatical shouting. Du Yuan suddenly had many devout rat believers.

The white rat shouted out loudly the oracle given by Du Yuan.

"Gods fight! Gods fight!"

Just like that, the second sacrifice of the rat people ended. Perhaps it was because the blood-colored aura produced by the blood sacrifice finally reached a quantitative change. Du Yuan's body had a faint blood-red color, and his temperament had a little more coldness.

Du Yuan no longer looked at the rats, but instead turned his gaze to the forest in the distance.

All the lizardman eggs were soaked in water, and even mushrooms grew on them, so there was no room for easing the situation.

Du Yuan has already played all of his cards. No matter what cards the opponent has, these are all Du Yuan has.

What follows is war.

Of course, the war did not start all at once, or in other words, Du Yuan did not think that the rats under his command had the ability to start a war seriously.

But it doesn’t matter. Victory in war is not limited to victory on the front battlefield, it can also be a process of decline and gain.

(End of this chapter)