From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 146: The collision of madness and cruelty, pure war

Shuzhan led the Rat Knights away from the main force and was the first to arrive at the huge grassland camp where giant sheep were grazing.

This was a sudden attack.

A large number of rat knights began to line up.

All that’s left is to charge!

This is a scene that is rarely seen among the ratmen, an orderly charge, a silent charge, and a resolute charge.

It is hard to imagine that these noisy and timid mice are capable of such momentum.

The commander of all this was the last rat to fall in the knights' team.

The battle flag behind him fluttered, and the mottled skin on the flag had been replaced by Shu Zhan.

Dressed in the dark dragon skin, this was the most powerful creature Rat War had ever hunted.

The patterns of gods are painted on it.

At the same time, he was also wearing a dark leather armor made of dragon skin.
Rat War did not lead the charge.

But with just one order, his personal guards, these rat knights selected from the rat supervisory team, began a desperate charge.

All this caught the sheep-beastmen in the continuous tents off guard.

Yes, these rat knights are indeed weak, but there are too many of them.

Endless rat knights appeared from the end of the sight, gathering into a black tide and surging forward.

However, this huge number of enemies did not give them the courage to defeat the sheep beastmen.

A large number of sheep-orc knights rushed out from the continuous tents.

They spontaneously gathered into a team and charged towards the rat knights that were rushing towards them like a tide.

Even in this most fertile four-season pasture, the grassland has its most essential color.

It is still cruel.

A life that relies on grazing can easily be on the verge of collapse due to a major epidemic, a cold wave, a strong wind, a drought, and so on.

Whenever this happened, they would swing their blades and seek a way to survive in the fight.

They are just as cruel.

Even less afraid of death.

The sheep beastmen could certainly flee in a panic, but the giant sheep grazing on the grassland could not keep up with their pace. Without the giant sheep, their group of sheep beastmen would not be able to survive.

So they simply won't escape.

One after another, sheep orcs kept rushing out from the continuous tents and joined the team. For a moment, an equally large team of knights gathered in the running.

But if you look carefully, you can see many young and old people in this team.

The coming of the gods finally brought something to this grassland.

At least after crossing the threshold of civilization, more elderly sheep orcs finally no longer have to leave the tribe and face death when winter comes.

As they ran, this huge group of sheep-orc knights rushed towards the rat-man knights who had gathered into a black tide in front of them, but they did not collide with them. Instead, they stopped abruptly after getting close, and their bowstrings were pulled, and a large number of messy arrows were thrown out.

It fell like raindrops towards the incoming rat knights.

Such an attack is very effective against the unarmored ratman knight.

A large number of rat knights fell off the giant rats.

But this did not stop their charge at all, and their eyes even turned blood red during the charge.

This group of silent rat knights, this group of silent running rat knights, at this moment, all let out sharp and distorted screams.

The fallen companions were trampled without any scruples, and the giant rats that were still alive were swept into the charging team.

Amid the distorted roar, all that came into view were those blood-red eyes.

There were no new orders issued for the Rat War, so for the Rat Knights, all they could do was charge.

These rat knights were not equipped with armor because of poverty. Rat Warrior alone was simply unable to compete with those senior rat priests for resources.

Rat War also did not equip them with shields and bows and arrows.

Even though these things are not in short supply, a large number of bows, crossbows and arrows obtained from the Wetland Kingdom are now quietly displayed in the Furnace City.

Just for one simple reason.

These rat knights simply had no way of using bows and arrows skillfully.

These slow and stupid guys can only do one thing well.

That's moving forward.

Hold your weapon up and move forward.

This is the only thing they can learn without much training.

But in return it resulted in an exceptionally frenzied and determined charge.

Yes, they can only do one thing well, so they will do it to the best of their ability.

A characteristic that rarely appears on the grassland was noticed by the sheep knights gathered in front of them.

The barren and empty grassland can only feed the greedy hungry wolves.

But today, a group of crazy rats suddenly broke in.

After throwing the arrow, he quickly retreated and created some distance before launching another round of volleys.

This attack was very effective, but it couldn't even stop the rat knights.

We can only keep increasing the distance.

No active charge was launched.

If you could see the red eyes of those rat knights with your own eyes.

Then you will never think of fighting them in close combat.

No one wants to fight with lunatics.

But in the end there is no turning back.

The sheep-man knights have retreated to the vicinity of the continuous camp.

Some more youthful figures poked their heads out from the continuous tents, and the flocks of giant sheep also gathered behind them.

There is no way back now.

The short bow was put down and the scimitar was taken out.

A horn made of a huge ram's horn was blown.

In the vast sound of the horn.

Tension and fear are let go.

The scimitars hit the bodies in unison and orderly calls were sounded.

The sheep beastmen did not flee, but instead launched a desperate charge.

On this vast grassland.

The two sides collided violently.

There was an inexplicable sense of sadness.

But he was sneered by Shu Zhan who was looking down at the battlefield in front of him.

Rat Wars never respects their opponents.

The outcome has been decided.

If this group of sheep-orc knights abandon everything here and rely on their mobility to continue pulling the rat-man knights, then the battle may still have some changes.

But such a foolish charge will only lead to defeat.

In the fierce collision, Ratman Knights kept dying, while others kept stepping over the corpses of their companions and rushing forward.

Either he would die in the charge, or the crude spear in his hand would be thrust into the body of the enemy in front of him.

One after another.

Soon, the battlefield returned to calm, and the last sheep-orc knight was pierced through the chest and fell down helplessly.

The battle is over.

The rat knights focused their attention on the continuous line of tents in front of them.

At this moment, the remaining young figures inside cast hateful glances at the rats.

It’s a pity that rat people neither respect the elderly nor love the young.

As it was the first big victory on this grassland, Shuzhan was in a good mood.

In a good mood, he decided to waste a little to announce his arrival to everything on the grassland.

All the sheep beastmen had their heads chopped off, their blood spread across the grass, even the young ones were no exception. A huge Jingguan was built.

These young little guys were placed at the top of the Jingguan because their heads were too small.

Oh, there is one more reserved program.

Burning flames.

This stretch of tents was also set on fire by the rats.

Later, the ratmen warriors arrived, but the battle was over when they arrived.

Even though they ran wildly across the grassland, they still couldn't catch up.

They could only transform themselves into sheep herders, and the rat warriors drove herds of giant sheep back to the crude fortress they had built on the cliff.

The priests who arrived after the ratmen warriors also turned their envy and desire to the ratmen army in front of them that had just won a great victory.

But soon his attention was attracted by other things.

In the burning tent, many figures that were originally hiding appeared in the scorching flames.

The terrified screams attracted the attention of the rat-man priests.

With greedy eyes, he paid no attention to the flames burning in front of him and led his team into the flames.

Impatiently fighting for what's left on the battlefield.

They are the best scavengers.

Whether it is the hiding survivors, the objects that survived the burning flames, the small fragments, or the forgotten broken weapons, scattered arrows, and broken spear tips on the battlefield.

These messy things will be dug out by the ratmen priests in the next few days and brought back to the gathering place.

Some guys even targeted the giant sheep that escaped in the chaos and chased it across the grassland with their men.

It is hard to imagine that these guys would be a group of noble priests.

With their participation.

At this time, the gathering place of the sheep orcs was prosperous, bright, and full of burning flames.

At the edge of the continuous tents.

A gray, skinny ratman crawled out of the flaming tent.

There was an expression of joy that was hard to suppress on his face.

In her hand she held a piece of the same gray leather.

She was the one who rescued him from the tent in the flames.

A hide of a giant sheep.

He touched the piece of leather in his hand with joy and muttered to himself.

"It's such a waste, Commander-in-Chief! How can you set so many things on fire?

It would be great if it were given to me!

I'm sure I can get a lot of blood mushroom powder in return!"

He muttered to himself, but his hands did not stop moving.

Avoid the Skaven Priests who lead their teams.

Grabbing the leather in his hand, he walked away from the continuous tents and came to an area where no one cared.

Here, piles of stones are stacked up, which is where the sheep orcs use to bury their tribesmen and their respected opponents.

A pile of rocks was pushed aside by her.

A hideous-looking rat man who was buried here appeared before him.

The rough battle flag was still firmly held in his hand. He was the captain of the first group of rat knights to arrive.

The skinny rat man groaned as he moved the stones, muttering to himself as he moved them.

"I told you, if you buy my battle flag, I will collect your body even if you die.

I have a very sensitive nose!
You really made a fortune, after all, that is the first work of the future carving master, the hairy rat!"

Soon, a simple cemetery appeared on the grassland.

The battle flag was also planted in front of the cemetery.

The rough flag swayed slightly in the breeze from the grassland in this deserted place.

………….

The temple of the great god had been built long ago, as well as the blood pool and the divine pillar.

But there had never been enough sacrifices to fill the empty pool of blood until this great victory.

Rat Zhan will use the blood of these giant sheep to fill the blood pool, and the sheep beastmen whose heads have been chopped off will certainly not be wasted, they will be the first batch of sacrifices.

Blood mushrooms will sprout in this rough fortress to serve as food for the rat war.

In a grand sacrifice, countless dead or living sacrifices will be thrown by Shuzhan into the empty blood lake in front of him.

The Blood Lake Rat War in this crude fortress was not housed in the space carved out of the mountains, but was deliberately marked out.

It was placed in an extremely conspicuous position where it could be directly observed by all the ratmen in this simple fortress.

The fortress was at the entrance and exit leading to the vast grassland.

The sacrifice will be performed in front of all the ratmen in the fortress.

Countless giant sheep had their throats slit, their boiling blood poured into the blood lake, and then their bodies were discarded like garbage.

Just the step of injecting blood to accumulate water in the blood lake took a whole day.

The blood lake that Shu Zhan ordered to be excavated was really too large.

The huge herd of giant sheep that were plundered were all filled into the lake, and only a shallow layer of water accumulated in the lake.

It took a day.

However, it attracted a large number of rat priests and rat warriors to come here. Rat Zhan did not forbid them to watch, or it could be said that this step was something he did deliberately.

The once sacred scene was so visually and directly displayed in front of these rat-men priests and rat-men warriors.

They watched it very seriously, even the boring scene of blood pool being injected with blood was watched with their eyes fixed.

Not to mention the stage of throwing in sacrifices, a large number of headless sheep-orc corpses were thrown into the blood lake.

In the ups and downs of the sacrifice.

The ratman priests and ratman warriors present all held their breath.

Rat War was the first guy to do this, those rat priests did it either out of faith or in their own interests.

The temples are tightly guarded, and everything in the temples is sacred. Even most of the official priests are not qualified to touch it.

How could it be possible for the young priest, the big claw priest, or even the ratman warrior to watch this sacred scene casually?

But Rat War did it.

In front of all the ratmen in the simple fortress, he threw the sacrifice into the pool of blood, waved the battle flag and prayed to the gods.

Until night fell, flames were lit in the open-air temple, illuminating the scene in the pool of blood.

Until a blood mushroom sprouted out in full view of everyone.

Heavy breathing sounds began to be heard from all the ratmen present, and many ratman priests even prostrated themselves on the spot.

They witnessed this sacred scene and the beginning of God's gift.

At the same time, endless greed officially began to emerge.

For merit, for gods, and for blood mushrooms.

Greed will never end.

As long as there are sacrifices on this vast grassland, as long as the rats still greedily crave blood mushrooms.

The arrogant and wanton Rat War took things to the extreme.

Stimulated by the image of the blood mushroom sprouting, and by the gift that lies before him.

As long as there are ratmen who reach this simple fortress, as long as there are ratmen who can witness the gifts that sprout in the open-air temple, as long as there are ratmen who crave blood mushrooms.

Then this war will continue.

This is not a life-and-death war.

The rats never came here for living space, for land, or to eliminate hidden dangers.

But for the blood mushrooms!
For the merit of walking with the blood mushroom!

For the burning fire of my desire!

Pure yet twisted.

(End of this chapter)