From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 151, Roar of Sheng Qi, Dispute in the Hills, Magic Archer

Just as Shu Zhan was waiting for the army to be formed.

the other side.

In the rolling hills, the huge Skaven Western Expeditionary Force has begun its formal clash with the half-elves.

A large number of ratmen poured into the hills.

And this number is still increasing.

In order to compete for coal mines.

The half-elf kingdom entrenched in the hills was simply not taken seriously by them.

With this absolute advantage in military strength, the ratmen can exchange ten ratmen for one half-elf warrior, or even twenty or thirty.

The size of the army that arrived with Rope Seven alone was quite astonishing.

The 450,000-strong army, without any strategy, just advanced forward, which was enough to make these half-elves feel despair.

Although half-elves are not as difficult to give birth to as pure-blooded elves, that is still relative to pure-blooded elves.

Compared to first-class humans, they are all an absolute difficult race.

Not to mention the target rat people.

Even though they also inherited the rare talent from their elven bloodline.

A nimble figure, accurate archery, strong martial arts, and crude magical skills.

Yes, this is the first truly magical race that the ratmen have faced.

Even though most half-elves can only rely on their bloodline to simply mobilize elements.

But they formed a team of magic archers.

Although the number of people in this troop is small, it caused Sheng Qi a lot of headaches.

During the ratmen's first encounter with these magic archers who could attack from extremely long distances.

In the attack launched at that moment.

I couldn't even react.

Because the distance between the two sides is too far.

But the arrows that arrived in an instant took away many ratmen at once.

Many of the official priests mixed in with the ratmen army were killed by arrows.

Sheng Qi was also targeted.

An arrow wrapped in a green breeze shot towards Sheng Qi, almost sending him to see the gods.

Fortunately, the battle flag of God saved his life. The green breeze wrapped around the arrow touched the battle flag of God in his hand.

As the battle flag swayed, a hazy blood-red light flashed by, disrupting the green breeze wrapped around the arrow.

The arrow was deflected and originally aimed at Sheng Qi's head, passing over his head.

In an instant, all the hair on Sheng Qi's body stood up.

He fell down in a panic and disappeared into the swarm of rats.

He saw the figure who shot the arrow, the guy who almost took his life, but he was too far away and he couldn't even see his figure clearly.

I only saw a hint of green.

Afterwards, the rat priests in the rat army became more cautious.

Beware of deadly arrows that may appear at any time.

But at the same time, such attacks completely angered these cruel guys.

In order to deal with these half-elves hiding in the grassy hills.

The rat people began to consciously destroy the ecology of this land.

All the lush vegetation was burned.

The half-elf would naturally not sit idly by and watch such a situation happen.

They began to launch continuous attacks on the rat army.

This is exactly what the rats want to see.

Catapults were pushed out one after another by the rats.

It is hard to imagine that such a bulky and cumbersome machine could be carried around the hills by the rat people.

Perhaps the blessing from the gods on the battle flag played a key role.

The blessing of God gave the ratmen in the Western Expeditionary Force under Shengqi greater physical strength.

Or perhaps the key lies in the slave rats who are struggling to push the machines under the whipping of the rat priests.

Compared to the rough rat wars, the rat priests were obviously more interested in the various big toys that appeared in the war.

Soon after the war against the Wild Boarmen ended, the Skaven Priests had become more skilled in the manufacture of crossbows and catapults than the Wild Boarmen.

Although it is hard to say whether we have taken the wrong path.

It is getting bigger, more powerful, and more complex.

The ratmen's catapult expanded several times in size in a very short period of time, standing on the ground like a tall tower.

Huge gears are embedded in this huge catapult.

The bite is not tight.

This is a technique learned from the boar people's city defense crossbows.

However, due to the limitations of the crude metal smelting technology, these gears... are not regular, large and small, and every time they run, when the slave rats pull the capstan, you can even clearly hear the harsh friction sound.

It is very big, and quite powerful.

The range of this huge catapult is even more exaggerated than that of the half-elf's magic archers.

Every time you launch a projectile, you'd better pray that you can be safe.

This was because the huge catapult itself was unreliable and of questionable quality, and the need to cross mountains and hills along the way made its already unreliable quality even more worrying.

When you pull the lever, it is really hard to determine whether the next second will be the boulder being thrown out with a whistling sound, or the catapult collapsing with a sharp sound due to being unable to bear the weight.

It's not a small show, you know, in order to make the attack more effective.

The ammunition fired by the catapult was not a simple boulders, but boulders with swollen ratmen tied to them.

The rigorous ratman priests did not crudely use the swollen ratmen fed with blood mushrooms as ammunition and shoot them out directly.

Those inflated ratmen that are too light will greatly reduce the range of these big toys.

Although the solution to this problem is also very simple.

Just tie a rope around these bloated ratmen, and connect the other end of the rope to the boulder to be launched by the catapult.

The dilemma is resolved.

It will bring about a very strange scene.

Every time this huge catapult was triggered, you could hear the desperate wail that instantly lengthened and became smaller and smaller.

The effect is very good.

Even though the accuracy of this huge catapult is still questionable, the accompanying pollution attack is not something the half-elves can withstand.

The exploding distorted flesh and blood will indiscriminately contaminate everything it comes into contact with.

It is a horrific pollution that even dry and dead trees will grow flesh and blood and give birth to twisting tentacles.

Every one of them made no sound.

Although this also leads to another problem.

When these catapults collapse, their power will also be extraordinary.

Broken thick logs, flying huge metal gears, and bloated ratmen exploding with desperate wails.

And there was the horrifically deformed flesh and blood scattered everywhere.

Even the ratmen could not bear such horrific pollution.

It's like a lottery.

Every time you pull the trigger, you can't predict whether what's waiting for you is a surprise or a surprise.

When that amazing scene happened many times, and several excited rat priests died tragically on the spot, the guy who operated the huge catapult became the Big Claw Priest and the slave rats they commanded.

These guys obviously knew that this situation was too dangerous.

So they replaced the Manipulator with a Claw Priest.

But they didn't think there was anything wrong with this and had no idea of ​​improving it at all. A larger catapult than the current ones in service, with a more complex energy storage structure, more powerful and more unsafe, had already taken shape in the Waste Slag City.

Believe me, the scene of that thing exploding will be even more amazing.

Of course, the manipulators will still be the Big Claw Priests and the slave rats they carry with them.

The existence of this horrible thing caused the half-elves to suffer a great loss.

For a while, they could only allow the rats to wreak havoc in the rolling hills and continue to retreat.

The angry rat-men priests turned every area they set foot on into a dark wasteland.

This half-elf pioneer team is hard to resist.

Deep in the hills.

In front of a huge oak tree, a queen climbed onto a high platform, with a large number of half-elves gathered under her.

This is the capital of the half-elves and the location of the temple where they worship their gods.

Just like the ratmen worshipped the anchor that Du Yuan dropped when he descended as a sacred object, these half-elves also worshipped the anchor that their gods dropped as a symbol of entrustment.

However, compared to Du Yuan's shabby object which only had a patterned pillar, the anchor worshipped by the half-elf was obviously much more majestic and spectacular.

The towering tree behind the half-elf queen is the anchor cast by the half-elf god. When it was first cast, it was just a golden acorn.

At the curious touch of a half-elf girl, it quickly fell to the ground, sprouted, and turned into a huge golden oak tree.

Such a miracle inspired the half-elves who were close to nature to devote their faith.

And the half-elf girl who touched the golden acorn has become the queen today.

She became a devout believer, at this time, in order to deal with the invasion of the ratmen.

She put on her armor and carried her bow.

In front of all the half-elves present, he loudly announced the coming of a brutal war.

A piece of polluted tree with twisted flesh and blood tentacles was brought here.

In those twisting tentacles of flesh.

Amidst those surprised and angry gazes, a bit of consensus was established in the half-elf queen's loud shout.

"We must not let those twisted guys defile the home where we live!"

The half-elves mobilized, including large numbers of wanderers, mountain warriors, and magic archers.

And there is the old half-elf elder.

These elders are the true magic professionals in the half-elf kingdom.

These old elves were not very convinced by the newly emerged God of Hills and Archers, but the terrifying and twisted powers made them join the battlefield on their own initiative.

This god of hills and archers took the initiative to abandon the priest system and instead transformed his blessing into a magic archer system that is more suitable for half-elves.

It’s hard to say whether these stubborn elders are partly to blame.

The war escalated in a canyon.

The Skaven's Western Expeditionary Force successfully occupied the discovered coal mine.

After the fire had spread, finding coal mines was not that difficult.

A column of black smoke rose into the sky.

That was an open pit coal mine that was on fire.

A huge army of ratmen came to occupy the mine, but they discovered a half-elf army gathering nearby.

The war between the two sides broke out in a valley.

As the attackers, the ratmen came out from the bottom of the valley and launched an attack.

The half-elves, as defenders, stayed at the top of the valley to defend against the attacks of the ratmen.

The war began with the swollen ratmen being dragged across the sky by huge rocks, accompanied by desperate wails.

The exploded distorted flesh and blood smeared patches of morbid red on the lush hills.

The flame was ignited again, but just as it was about to spread and wreak havoc, it was extinguished on the spot by the heavy rain that fell from the sky.

A lot of shouting came from all sides of the valley.

This was an ambush.

The half-elves have hidden a large number of troops here, and these have not been detected by the ratmen.

It's not surprising, as a race that lives in the mountains and forests, they can hide themselves easily.

Arrows fell like raindrops.

A large number of bare-chested half-elf mountain warriors wielding scimitars appeared from all sides of the valley and charged towards the ratmen gathered at the bottom of the valley.

Heavy rain fell.

It was the half-elf elders who summoned the heavy rain. There were rats in the rat army who were able to stop the spell. The two senior rat priests were able to do so.

However, the two senior ratmen priests were afraid of the magic archers among the half-elves and did not dare to show up.

Not to mention them, if possible, Sheng Qi wouldn't want to show up.

But since he was holding the god's flag in his hand, he could not retreat.

He was indeed an ordinary commander, and faced with such a situation, he could not provide any more solutions.

In this sudden attack, the Ratman Western Expeditionary Force was thrown into chaos.

Because he was concerned about the half-elf magic archer hiding in the mountains and forests.

The rat-men priests who were supposed to support the morale of the army disappeared without a trace.

Until Sheng Qi climbed onto the platform and waved the battle flag in his hand.

Sheng Qi gave his own judgment.

Shouted loudly in a sharp and distorted voice.

"Come on! Come on!"

He became the target of the magic archers. Arrows wrapped in magic power appeared from everywhere and locked onto Sheng Qi as their target.

Just when Sheng Qi was about to die on the spot, the battle flag in his hand saved his life again.

The flag spread out, and some blurry scenes appeared.

A blood-red light swept past.

The magic power wrapped around the incoming arrows was unable to withstand the sweeping blood-red light, and they dimmed and shattered, with their trajectory becoming chaotic.

Shengqi is a lucky rat man.

Most of the arrows flew past his side.

He was not brave enough, and he held the great god's flag tightly in his hand, betting that his life could still be saved by it.

At this moment, he was trembling. In fear, his body was tense and he trembled uncontrollably.

He won the bet.

The battle flag blessed by Du Yuan saved his life. Du Yuan's blessing instinctively rejected the power of other gods, and the enchanted arrows shot by the half-elf archers were obviously tainted with the breath of the gods they believed in.

Sheng Qi survived, but he was not completely unharmed.

An arrow that was originally shot at his back was swept by the blood-red light, but it still hit the target, and pierced Sheng Qi's buttocks hard.

In the intense pain, Sheng Qi's eyes turned red in an instant.

No matter how terrible his performance was, he finally stood on the platform with the flag of God held high.

In that sharp and distorted sound.

"Kill them! For the sake of God!"

Loud roar.

(End of this chapter)