From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 158: The End of the Sheep Beastmen, Anticipation of the Rat War, and the Eagle on the Grassland
The outcome seemed predetermined.

The infected knights fell one by one.

In the desperate battle, it was as if the pause button was suddenly pressed, and one after another fell down from the giant sheep.

When they fell down, most of them had a ferocious look on their faces because they were unwilling to accept the result.

Most of them still wanted to fight, but their bodies could no longer support them.

The number of sheep orc knights gathered under the banner became fewer and fewer.

Even the rat-man supervisory team was falling in large numbers.

But this group of dull and slow guys are much more resilient than ordinary ratmen warriors.

Press forward, raise the spear, press forward, thrust the spear, and die.

Simultaneously.

The situation faced by the other knight unit of the sheep orcs was not much better at this time.

Shu Zhan had a sharp vision, and his orders were perfectly carried out by the brutal knights.

This group of silent knights, dressed in heavy armor, trampled on the panicked ratmen warriors and charged into the ranks of the sheep-orc knights without hesitation.

Even though they are already Brutal Knights, the things these guys still only know are those two things.

Raise your spear and charge.

Raise the spear and charge forward decisively.

This most elite group of ratmen knights split the group of sheep orc knights into two parts in one charge.

They completed what they were supposed to do very well, and they were able to keep the pace of the sheep-orc knights at bay.

But it comes at the cost of myself.

The two separated groups of sheep orcs still wanted to charge at the first moment and move towards the rat warrior standing on the high platform.

However, he was bitten tightly by the ferocious knights, and the surrounding ratmen warriors who were a little confused by the sudden attack were gradually coming back to their senses.

Even though the supervisory team was gathered around Shu Zhan at this time, they simply couldn't spare the energy to drive these guys to the battlefield.

But looking at the sheep-orc knights who were bitten and chased by the ferocious knights.

A vague sense of malice appeared in the eyes of the ratmen warriors around them.

The ratmen warriors at the rear of the army spontaneously surged forward.

The sheep orc knights discovered a problem.

If we don't deal with these brutal knights, we won't be able to move forward.

They vented their anger on the Brutal Knights, but as an elite force, the Brutal Knights were not that easy to deal with.

The sharp scimitars only left scratches on their armor.

Even the tall giant sheep could not gain any advantage when facing this group of ferocious giant rats.

These giant rats with red eyes can easily knock giant sheep to the ground.

He wanted to bite the enemy violently, but his mouth was locked tightly, and he became more and more frantic during the fight.

They want to tear into their enemies on the battlefield.

But he couldn't open his mouth, and the head with the metal muzzle fell again and again on the fallen sheep-orc knight, or on the overturned giant sheep.

In order to allow some blood and fresh meat to fall into his mouth through the gap in the mouth button.

Until the knight on his back suddenly pulled the chain in his hand. The chain that penetrated into his flesh and blood was the only way to control these ferocious giant rats.

The ferocious giant rat rushed left and right on the battlefield with red eyes.

The brutal knights put down their spears and pulled out the war clubs from their waists.

If you could lift up their helmets, you would find that these ferocious knights, like the ferocious giant rats they ride, have red eyes.

This time, the exchange ratio between the ratmen and the sheep orcs was reversed.

Faced with these silent and ferocious knights, the sheep-orc knights kept falling like dumplings.

The sturdy full body armor provides comprehensive protection for the fierce knights.

This also means that any encounter with them must be done with caution and caution.

They had no defensive intentions, were not flexible enough, and had no superb skills.

All there was was the war stick falling straight down.

But it is particularly effective in this chaotic battlefield.

But this does not mean that the sheep-orc knights have no way to deal with the brutal knights.

Leave a certain distance and then start accelerating. For a skilled rider, it is not difficult to increase the speed and complete a collision in a very short distance.

The targets of the collision were those ferocious knights wearing full body armor.

The ones who initiated the attack were young sheep-orc knights.

With an angry roar, the giant sheep leaped high and charged towards the ferocious giant rat that was also covered in armor.

The young sheep-orc knights pounced on the ferocious knight on the back of the giant rat.

Pulling these stunned ratmen towards the ground.

This was not a fatal attack, neither for the ferocious giant rat nor for the knight on the ferocious giant rat.

The real way to kill these ferocious knights is not the desperate attacks of these young sheep orcs, but the trampling of the huge group of knights who arrived afterwards.

The full force of the giant sheep's trampling was not much less powerful than a falling sledgehammer.

The object of trampling was the fallen brutal knight.

Even though he was dazed and slow, he was able to foresee his own death.

This group of silent guys will make the only sound that will appear in the battle at this moment, which will also be their last words.

An angry roar.

At the last moment, he tried to protect the patterns on his chest. He wanted to push away the young sheep-beast knight who was hugging him tightly. He wanted to put his hands on his chest, trying to protect the divine patterns engraved on his chest.

But obviously, it didn't have any effect.

Even the sturdy full body armor could not withstand such trampling, and the final result would probably be a mass of bloody flesh mixed with metal fragments. Oh, and there would probably be a young sheep orc mixed in with it.

The ferocious knights were losing ground rapidly.

But they cut off the last hope of this group of sheep orc knights.

When the madly galloping rat knight arrived, the surrounding rat warriors began to join the battlefield. Those ferocious giant rats with strong vitality who had lost their knights were still wreaking havoc on the battlefield.

Even the group of scavengers that fell behind the rat army cast their eyes over here, ready to make a move.

A battlefield even bloodier and more cruel than the front battlefield appeared behind the rat army.

The chaotic battlefield was composed of the ferocious knights, sheep orc knights, rat warriors, and rat knights. Later, there were also numerous scavenger teams ready to move.

In such a chaotic situation, entangled by these brutal knights and rat knights who were not afraid of death at all, this 40,000-man sheep-orc knights lost the qualification to advance.

The last hope still fell on the front battlefield, on the group of infected knights who were dying, and on the wind who was holding the flag high.

The old Feng had almost used up all his strength. He was no longer as brave as he was when he was young, and was pushed forward by the dying knights behind him.

With difficulty, he crossed the gathering group of ratmen supervisors.

The fatigue was clearly visible on his face.

Even though the returning sheep-orc knights had been trapped in a brutal fight, they still gave him some opportunities.

At least most of the ratmen army and an elite group of brutal knights were attracted by the group of sheep orc knights who turned back. He was about to reach Shu Zhan, and almost took the lead in cutting through the ratmen supervisors surrounding Shu Zhan.

He brought the scattered infected knights, less than a hundred of them, to Shu Zhan, panting and in a miserable state.

Standing under the high platform of Rat War.

Although he was looked down upon by Shu Zhan who was high above him, his eyes were full of determination.

There is no way back. For the sake of the sheep orcs, he must do it and he must do it.

Just kill the guy in front of you, just kill the guy in front of you.

But think about it carefully, even if he killed Shu Zhan, would he definitely win this war?

Even though Shu Zhan was killed by him and the huge army of ratmen fled in a panic, did he win?

Even if they win this war, there will not be many sheep-orc knights who can survive, and they still have to face many problems.

Plague, winter, and the prying eyes of the argali and the rat-men.

Yes, there are still ratmen. Even if Rat Zhan dies, the war will not stop. There may be chaos and fighting among the ratmen.

But when the temple of the great god begins to run out of sacrifices, when the bright, beautiful and intoxicating blood mushrooms no longer sprout, the war will continue.

If only the ratmen weren't so brutal and twisted.

Maybe this time Feng will still choose to abandon his dignity and kneel down in front of Shu Zhan, but Shu Zhan is too bad.

The rat people are too twisted.

What the rats want is not vassalage, not land, not even slaves.

They are very pure, and all they want is the sheep-beastmen themselves.

There is no room for remission.

But Feng was very fortunate, fortunate that at the last moment of his life he still had the opportunity to pick up the pride he had long since abandoned.

Hold your head high.

Standing upright, panting, he was about to climb onto the platform after a brief calm. No matter what, even if he paid a high price, there was still a glimmer of hope.

He wanted to kill the rat general in front of him.

Feng showed a determined expression.

It is at this moment.

Instead, a sharp, twisted, and piercing laugh was heard.

The one who made this sound was Shu Zhan who was standing on the high platform. After seeing the determination on Na Feng's face, this nasty guy let out a wanton and twisted laugh.

Yes! This is what he was waiting for! This is it!

Although we still have to wait for a while.

He laughed wildly and excitedly, and even the flag in his hand shook violently.

Shu Zhan did not raise the spear in his hand, and Shu Zhan did not need to raise the spear in his hand.

In the shadows around him, one ratman after another emerged from the darkness, laughing wildly and excitedly at Rat War.

This is the second elite force formed by Shuzhan.

Their number was not large, only about five hundred, and their equipment was not good enough, at least not as good as that of the group of brutal knights fighting in the center of the flesh-grinding machine.

But that's who they are.

At this moment, it was enough to be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Malevolent looks appeared from these rat-men raiders, who stood between Feng and the rat-war.

There were not many knights following Feng.

The gathered ratmen supervisory team gathered again and pressed towards the sheep orcs.

at this time.

Shu Zhan's words fell.

"Whoever cuts off this old man's head will be promoted to warlord!"

As these words were spoken, and in the greed that surged in that instant, the gathered ratmen raiders pounced towards the old sheepman in front of them.

Shu Zhan stopped his crazy laughter and turned his gaze to the old sheep man in front of him.

At this moment, he was actually a little nervous and anxious.

He was eager to see the old sheep man show some ugly and ridiculous expressions. Fear! Yes! Yes! Fear!

Maybe unwilling! Unwilling is not bad! Regret! Regret is also good!
Shu Zhan had never taken the old guy in front of him seriously, but at this moment he was eager to see something different on his face.

The bitter wine of failure gradually became more and more bitter in his heart.

Shu Zhan's luck has always been bad. He has almost never lost in any war, but he has never won in any battle.

Whether facing gods, white rats, or the red lizard.

Tasting the bitter wine of hatred again and again.

Like a lowly mouse.

This feeling of dislocation made him even more crazy.

And now he saw again a guy who looked similar to the red lizard.

He longed to see something different on the old sheep man's face.

He won, he won, so he needed a little pleasure, like a real winner!
But he was disappointed once again.

Disappointed again.

The old sheep man seemed to accept everything calmly at the last moment of his death.

A ratman raider pierced the struggling old sheepman with a spear, bringing the old sheepman, who was already at the end of his strength, to his end.

In the end, he failed to kill Shu Zhan, failed to defeat the rat army led by Shu Zhan, and failed to save his own race. In this final gamble, the hope of the sheep orcs will be cut off in his hands.

He has tried his best, and he is too old.

Even though he felt a little regretful, it was because of a war many years ago. If he could have crushed the argali tribe earlier, if he could have successfully commanded this four-season ranch.

So can he play against that group of wolf orcs?
If he could defeat the wolf orc and the young wolf king, then he would be facing the ratman now.

Would the ending be different?

A spear pierced his chest and he was about to die. At this moment of death, a little regret appeared in his eyes.

But soon, this regret disappeared. He shook his head and stopped struggling. He had done everything he could.

He has tried his best.

Although it's still a little worse.

But at the last moment of his life, he did not feel so unwilling. The warriors on the grassland would not complain too much, but he suddenly became interested, even though the scimitar was already falling towards his neck.

Shout loudly.

"I am the wind! I am also the eagle of the grassland!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a rat runner with greed and excitement in his eyes chopped off his head with a scimitar.

The headless corpse fell on the vast grassland.

The story of the sheep-orc high priest Feng came to an end.

(End of this chapter)