From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 206, Scarlet Grassland
He raised the whip in his hand, but did not swing it down immediately. Instead, he stared at the tall figure in front of him. He thought of something, and his expression became a little softer, and he even smiled.

But this smile made the tall rat man tremble even more.

Not long after, in the chaos, the Big Claw Priest arrived at the scarlet pit with the young ratman in his hand.

This tall ratman became more adaptable and mingled among the young ratmen, being stared at with fear by the young ratmen around him.

The languages ​​of the rat people have certain similarities. Although the long-term separation will cause the languages ​​of the two branches to gradually diverge, at least there is a possibility of understanding.

The tall rat man was very pleased with the fearful looks from the people around him and was about to follow the young rats into the crowded pit in front of him.

At this time, a gentle voice sounded in my ears, saying that the Big Claw Priest would not show kindness to his merchandise for no reason, unless he was more satisfied the more he looked at you, which was not a good sign.

Very good, very good!
The big claw priest's eyes, which were bright and glowing, kept moving over the body of the tall rat man.

This matter is not up to this tall rat to choose.

He felt horrified, and all the hair on his body stood up at the sight.

Instinctively resist, what happens next will definitely not be a good thing.

But this matter is not up to this tall rat to choose.

The Big Claw Priest raised the whip in his hand high with a ferocious smile.

In most cases, small war moves will not be that effective, and the Big Claw Priests who have been traveling back and forth have recently made some new gains.

Although he didn't know where these exceptionally tall and strong ratmen came from, since they were in his team, they were his.

Perhaps some more unique products will be born in the near future. After all, who doesn’t love a strong and tall guy?

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The Centaurs galloping across the grassland crossed the Scarlet Pit and successfully reached the rear of the Skaven. It was very smooth and they didn't even encounter any decent resistance.

After all the dull and rigid rat knights and brutal knights were destroyed, the ratmen no longer had the ability to stop the Centaur cavalry.

In this vast area, these guys could only rush left and right, and several rat cities that were still under construction came under attack.

They didn't even organize a decent resistance. The forces originally stationed in these cities left, and the remaining forces of the ratmen on the grassland all gathered towards the scarlet pit where the ratmen were entrenched.

The city was destroyed, and the rats fled in all directions, disappearing through various channels. The Centaurs did not chase after these weak little rats.

These weak guys are not worth spending such energy on. Such actions are just a waste of time. They have to do more.

Destroy more Skaven cities in less time.

Not only for the victory of this war, but also for the mother grassland, the Centaurs revered this vast grassland. Even though they had offered their faith to the gods, this reverence had not changed.

But as they went deeper into the grassland, everything they saw was so shocking.

Without stopping for too long, the Centaurs continued to rush towards the rear of the Skaven, leaving behind the ruins of a burning city.

Soon after, the flames on the ratman city went out, and a rustling sound was heard in the quiet grassland.

In the withered yellow grass, a ratman carefully poked his head out, looked around, and made sure the surrounding environment was safe.

Running out from the pile of withered green grass, they ran towards the ruins not far away. They arrived a little late. Many ratmen had already returned to the charred ruins and began to rummage through the ruins excitedly. Disputes broke out from time to time, and they fought each other with red eyes.

The escaped rats came back and gathered again on the ruins of the destroyed city, not taking what had just happened seriously.

Even the losses are not that great.

This is just a city where temples and blood pools have not been built yet. There is no need to fight to the death.

Not long after, some rat priests popped their heads out from under the ruins. Amidst whipping and scolding, the charred ruins regained order. From time to time, more rats would pop out from underground, and soon, this crude city was restored. Except for a hint of charred black in the city, nothing had changed.

The centaurs were still advancing towards the rear of the ratmen, but the deeper they went, the more solemn their expressions became. I don't know from when, the scenery I saw was all scarlet. It's not that there was no life, but everything I saw was stained with glaring red.

They arrived at the area of ​​this vast grassland that had been occupied and operated by the rat people for the longest time, the Four Seasons Ranch.

The rats' pollution has almost semi-permanently changed this land. Scarlet has become the only tone in this area. The green grass is still growing tenaciously on the grassland, but it has a hint of wilting. It grows very reluctantly and has learned to coexist with the scarlet in the land. There is a little more scarlet in the wilted grass leaves, and it has become food for a group of noisy guys in this area.

The ratmen made very limited use of this vast grassland, and the goblins were scattered indiscriminately in this vast area.

Fights would also occur, not just between the grassland lords. Every time the goblin harvest came, fights would also occur between the rat farmers.

If the number of goblins harvested from your ranch is less than expected, there is no doubt that they have run away to the ranch of your neighbor next door.

Fighting was inevitable, and outposts were built one after another.

In the repeated melees, the rats on this four-season ranch have become much more ferocious. Perhaps it is because of the changes brought about by farming. They just love this land deeply and hate their neighbors truly.

As soon as the Centaurs set foot on the Four Seasons Ranch, they were met with a spontaneous ambush. A ratman lord brought a large number of ratman mercenaries and ranch owners to form a huge team and actively launched an attack on the arriving Centaurs.

Amidst waving flags and shouting, the two sides collided at the edge of Four Seasons Ranch. The power gap between the two sides still existed. This was a huge Centaur cavalry.

However, an accident almost occurred during the collision.

The ratman lord was waving his flag and rubbing his hands with an enhanced version of the Earthshattering Spell, almost burying the commander of the Centaur army in the ground.

At the critical moment, he was pierced through the chest by an arrow and fell to the ground powerlessly. The Centaurs were also famous archers on the grassland.

This ratman lord, or rather the senior priest who took office as the ratman lord, was notoriously bad-tempered. Because of this temper, he was defeated in the fight at the first moment and was forced to come to the Four Seasons Ranch. Also because of this temper, he was one of the first few senior priests to arrive at this grassland, but he was forcibly squeezed to the edge of the Four Seasons Ranch.

According to the oracle of the gods, he had already begun to prepare his army to participate in the bloody battle. At this time, he received the news of the arrival of the Centaur army. On the spot, he could no longer control his temper.

And then, he died here.

After the fall of the rather bad-tempered Rat Lord, the Rat Army still wanted to struggle a little longer, but the gap in strength was too great after all, and they were quickly defeated. They fled in a massive rout and disappeared into various places on the vast grassland.

This is a qualified warning.

The commander of the Centaur army carefully jumped over the cracked ground and snatched the flag next to the rat lord who was unwilling to die.

He was more cautious about this charge, and was also afraid of the scarlet grassland in front of him.

It was indeed a disaster, an absolute disaster. He pulled a piece of scarlet-stained grass from the ground and put it into his mouth.

After simply chewing, I felt a slight stinging pain in my mouth. The grass growing on this scarlet land was no longer fresh and tender, and even began to corrode the flesh.

A bright white light lit up on his body, the wound in his mouth was healed, and he looked at the scarlet grassland in front of him.

The Centaurs continued their march in silence.

The changes that the rats have made to the grassland go far beyond this. After the centaurs left, beside the fallen and ignored rat lord, a blade of grass twisted and broke through the scarlet soil amidst the blood that was spilling from the corpse.

It was still fresh, not wilted, and showing no signs of withering. It was healthy and plump, swaying slightly with the wind blowing across the grassland. But there was one problem: its color seemed to be wrong.

Why is grass as red as blood?
Not long after, a group of disorderly figures came to the battlefield. They were not ratmen, but a group of goblins. With shining eyes, they searched the battlefield full of corpses, not missing anything.

Whether it was the spears and armor, or the bows and arrows left behind by the centaurs, they were all targets that this group of goblins were looking for.

These guys were unable to resist the ratmen that gathered in the area, and even with weapons and armor they could not reverse the absolute disadvantage.

However, with these weapons, it can be predicted that on the harvest day of the next quarter, these guys should be able to give those rat farmers a good beating.

During the excited search, an ordinary goblin came to the fallen Rat Lord. He ignored the fine robe made of wolf-orc skin on the Rat Lord, and was also not interested in the wooden staff that was carefully carved and printed with blood-colored patterns.

(End of this chapter)