From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 200: Whisper of the Gods: Cowards are ultimately defeated by cowardice
Deep in the vast grassland.

A huge event kicked off, and the sweeping evil made the high and mighty gods on this grassland reach a basic understanding.

This is not a disaster that one race or one god can handle. The terrifying madman has already set his sights on you and me.

There is no escape, no surrender, only unity.

Amid the whispers of the gods, races and civilizations began to gather towards the center of the grassland.

Say goodbye to the ranch, say goodbye to your loved ones, and take up arms.

War, war is about to begin, a grand war.

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Deep in the grassland, the Rat War once again built a deep pit, an even larger pit. Densely packed rats were surging in this deep pit, and noisy and chaotic sounds echoed in the depths of this vast grassland.

Rat Zhan's war instincts have always been sharp, and today, he opened up an important route, a long underground tunnel connecting the rat cities in the rear.

In the desolate mountains, the towering statue, the statue that can stand shoulder to shoulder with the mountains is about to be completed.

A dazzling and brilliant golden statue.

The old big-clawed priest staggered and rushed impatiently towards the huge statue in front of him.

There is only one crucial step left for this huge golden statue: adding eyes.

Add eyes to the statue of this great god.

This is what he left for himself, and this is his glory.

Running on the support clinging to the outside of the statue.

There was nothing else in his eyes. He raised his head, raised it high, ran on this statue, and looked up at the greatness of the god.

Until he finally climbed to the top of the statue and paused in front of the blurry face of the god.

Du Yuan had never shown his entire face to the rat people.

This old Big Claw priest was not as bold as his colleague in the outpost, and the face of the statue was blurry.

Except for those eyes, those cold and sharp eyes.

He had seen those eyes, the eyes of God.

A little bit more, a little bit more.

He knelt before the statue that was as tall as a hill, moving his knees humbly but fanatically, step by step.

The excellent sculptors in the Skaven Kingdom always come from the group of Big Claw Priests, and this old guy is one of them.

His withered claws were no longer as sharp as they were when he was young, and he hadn't carved anything himself for many years, but he still took on this task.

The pair of withered and somewhat gray claws were broken, but the old Big Claw Priest seemed not to notice and continued carving piously and carefully.

OK OK.

He's done! He's done!
The claws on its hands were all broken, and a hint of scarlet appeared in the eyes of the statue.

The old Big Claw priest didn't care that his blood had stained the statue, and he staggered to his feet.

At this moment, raise your head high and look up at the sky.

Nothing came of waiting.

It is not surprising that the statue is not completed. He is too anxious. A large number of big-clawed priests are still going back and forth on the top and bottom of the tall statue, waiting for the thick gaps left by the pouring and smelting, the rough edges that need to be polished, and the supports that have not been removed.

Everything was not over yet, but the eyes of the statue were urgently painted.

His eyes were dotted with scarlet blood.

How could this old Big Claw Priest not know this? The underground rat city was built by him alone, and it took him his entire lifetime.

Just fear, just panic, just uneasiness.

The more I gazed at this great statue, the more uneasy and confused I became.

Great God, great God, are you willing to bless me? Am I qualified to receive the blessing? Can I receive the blessing?

The white rat was not too wrong in his judgment.

He's just a cowardly mouse.

His cowardice on the battlefield reduced him to a pathetic slave rat, but his cowardice in the face of white rats made him a diligent builder all his life.

The only outstanding thing in his life was his piety towards God, and his only blessing was that he became a priest of God.

In that narrow mine, after working day and night, he collapsed in exhaustion and was pulled out in the dim light by the rat-man priest who was in charge.

That day he ate blood mushrooms for the first time.

But the closer he got to the completion of this dazzling statue, the more flustered and afraid he became.

He is indeed a cowardly fellow.

Everything is over. The gods did not bless him. The gods did not bless him.

Everything fell to the ground, like a huge rock falling to the ground, but in the end, I still destroyed everything. In the howling wind, I bowed to the statue in front of me again.

With an expression of both crying and laughing, he jumped up and fell from the towering statue, accompanied by a crazy and sharp laugh.

It fell heavily to the ground, turning into a piece of scarlet flesh smeared on the ground.

The big-clawed priests wandering on the ground were startled by this scene, but they did not make a fuss about it. Such scenes often happened.

From time to time, a big-clawed priest would fall from this sacred statue, turning into a patch of mottled red that painted the earth.

This is normal. The birth of miracles comes with a price. Whether it is the black blast furnace or the golden statue, death is so normal.

Not taking it seriously, he averted his gaze and numbly clung to the unfinished statue. There was still a lot to do, a lot to do.

However, when crossing the area where the boiling molten iron was poured, the younger Big Claw Priest quickened his pace. An unlucky guy accidentally fell into the boiling molten iron. He didn't even have time to scream before he was submerged by the boiling molten iron and built into the statue.

Witnessing this scene, the young Big Claw Priest prayed silently in his heart, praying that the great god would bless him.

At least, at least don't die like this.

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As the grassland coalition forces gathered, the traces of the ratmen became more obvious the closer they got to the center of the grassland.

Large and small groups of ratmen can be found in almost any area of ​​this region.

It wasn't a very friendly experience.

These sneaky guys can show up almost anywhere, prepared or unprepared.

Even though it is weak, the peeping in the shadows is very disturbing.

A Centaur warrior pulled the short bow in his hand and threw the arrow. A scream was heard and a ratman hiding in the lush grass was nailed firmly to the ground by the arrow.

Soon, a large group of ratmen emerged from the lush grass and fled in all directions amid chaotic and noisy sounds.

The Centaur warrior who was drawing the bow waved his hand, and the other Centaur warriors behind him began to move forward, chasing after the fleeing ratmen.

They are the vanguard of the grassland coalition. Because of their mobility, there are not many races on this grassland that can match the mobility of the centaurs.

Even the wolf-orcs who broke into the depths of the grassland would be useless without the blessing of divine magic.

The moment the barrier fell, the Centaur god immediately noticed the scattered Centaur tribe in the area.

It was just because the distance between the two sides was too far, so they had no contact with each other. Unexpectedly, that group of people would be destroyed in a very short time.

Then, a group of wolf-orcs broke into the depths of the grassland.

The two parties, who were naturally conflicted, soon became enemies. If it weren't for the revelation from the gods, they would have been unavoidable.

The Centaurs were not the first to arrive in the area.

The gnolls were not much slower than the centaurs, and the centaurs hated the gnolls just as much as the rats that were wreaking havoc on the grassland.

In the eyes of the Centaurs, these gnolls are not much better than these sadistic ratmen and are equally worthy of extermination.

There was no contact between the two parties.

As a vanguard, the most important task of this group of Centaurs is to collect intelligence on this grassland.

But after the initial solemnity, when we actually came into contact, it was inevitable that there were some doubts.

These ratmen were not strong. They encountered many of them along the way. Even the day before, they had a head-on encounter with a large group of rat mercenaries.

There are not many Centaurs, only about 500 of them, and the larger group is still deep in the grassland.

There are many things to consider in a war.

Supplies, weapons, and other things to worry about.

If the gods had not reached a consensus and made a contract, this huge expedition would never have been possible.

Among the many races participating in the war, there are many mortal enemies.

The Centaurs just hated the Gnolls, but the Tauren and the Gnolls were completely irreconcilable. Normally, any contact between the two sides meant a bloody battle.

If the gods had not suppressed all their differences and pushed forward this expedition together, this war would never have really started.

No matter how arrogant they were, the kings of many races, chiefs, priests, leaders, and powerful warriors all became serious.

What kind of opponent could make all the gods feel fear?
What kind of opponent is worthy of launching such an expedition?
But after arriving at this area, the captain of the Centaur vanguard still couldn't help feeling confused.

The five hundred Centaur vanguards dispersed the enemy force of nearly ten thousand people.

Why is it so weak?

The situation on this grassland is indeed serious. The ubiquitous ratmen make the captain of the Centaur Vanguard feel a little serious.

But this is not enough. If the gods are to solemnly launch such a grand expedition, what he has seen now is not enough.

These ubiquitous ratmen are indeed troublesome.

But do they really deserve to be treated so seriously?
(End of this chapter)