From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 209, Hunting

Yes, it's just such a simple reason.

The specially made armor-piercing arrow could only make a tiny dent in the bright silver armor.

This is the power of blood mushrooms.

As the distance between the two sides shortened, the Centaurs put down their longbows and drew their scimitars. The longbow did have advantages in range and lethality, but it was difficult to throw a second round of arrows during a violent charge.

Now it is the turn of the temple guards.

It's not that the rats don't have the means of long-range attacks. The Western Expeditionary Force under Sheng Qi is quite adept at operating war machines. Those huge catapults are much more powerful than small gadgets like bows and arrows.

But bows and arrows are indeed more suitable for cavalry units, but there are things that can replace them. As the distance between the two sides got closer, after the Centaur Knights put down their longbows, the temple guards put down their shields and held bright silver short spears in their hands.

Rats are good with spears and are also good at throwing spears.

Short silver spears streaked across the sky, a unique kind of beauty, but also a foreshadowing of death.

This thing requires much more power than a bow and arrow.

The Centaur warriors were not without protection, they also wore metal armor, but the protective ability of the armor was not very good. Although they were considered tall among the many races on the grassland, they were only tall among the many races on the grassland.

Facing the silver javelin, it didn't make much difference whether there was this thin armor or not.

The silver light streaking across the sky pierced through the Centaurs one by one with ease, and even had enough strength to penetrate through the flesh and blood and sink into the scarlet grassland. The Centaurs who were hit could even run forward for a distance before suddenly falling to the ground after coming to their senses.

If there is any army in the Ratman Kingdom that can most reliably encircle and kill those already extraordinary heroes, then the temple guards should be one of them. In the extremely abundant supply of blood mushrooms, the temple guards are not competing against the warriors, senior warriors, and elite warriors of various races, but against the hero candidates who are capable of serving as generals of the armies of various races.

Although if a single temple guard were to fight one-on-one with the hero candidates of those powerful races, it would probably be a tough fight and he would probably be killed on the spot within a few moves. They are the weakest guys in this tier.

However, the death of one or two temple guards is not so worth mentioning. The scarcity of temple guards is only relative to the other armies in the Ratman Kingdom.

You won't see armies composed of tens of thousands of heroes to choose from in other races. At least for now, the rat people have not encountered such a powerful opponent.

The rat people's use of the temple guards is also outrageous.

This large group of heroic candidates was only used to guard the temples in each city.

This is a huge waste.

Normally, these guys would stubbornly squat around each temple. Even if the rat war was raging, the temple guards would not immediately rush to help. Their most essential duty was to guard the temples of the gods, nothing else.

They do not actively participate in foreign wars. In the Ratman Kingdom, the temple guards are considered the most gentle force. Even if they ignore those lowly lower-class ratmen, they will not stop them from kneeling and offering sacrifices in the temple of God.

But all this is based on a premise.

You'd better not touch the temples they guard, you'd better not blaspheme the great gods, and you'd better not be a heretic.

Three rounds of short spears were thrown out at the same time, and a large number of Centaur knights fell to the ground. They showed the tenacity of the grassland race, and collided with the temple guards under the rounds of long spears.

In the violent collision, a group of temple guards were blown away, but in contrast, more Centaurs were knocked to the ground. This group of Centaurs was completely defeated in the first collision.

The scarlet and violent gaze fell on every Centaur knight in front of him. The bright silver lances in their hands were thrown down casually, and a handful of sacrificial instruments of various shapes were held by these temple guards.

The Centaur Knights had long experienced the power of the temple guards. In the fallen city, only a few hundred temple guards were able to fight against the Centaur Knights rushing towards them in foot combat.

At this moment, all the people gathered in front of them were like this.

The lack of intelligence led them to misjudge, or perhaps they were too confident in themselves. The Centaur Knights were indeed the most powerful group of knights on the grassland, and also the most outstanding archers.

It's just a pity that they are not facing a group of warriors in the conventional sense. After all, no race can be so luxurious as to form an army composed entirely of hero candidates.

One hundred thousand Centaur knights are not enough, far from enough, to defeat this group of red-eyed temple guards.

At the moment of the collision, the Centaur Knights were completely at a disadvantage. The temple guards, who were manipulating various sacrificial instruments, firmly suppressed the Centaur warriors.

In order to deal with this disadvantage, the Centaur commander once again summoned the violent wind, and a large number of temple guards were swept away by the hurricane.

This is indeed a method that the temple guards cannot match. The temple guards have never received the blessing of the gods in the true sense, and naturally they cannot borrow the power of the great gods to offset this violent hurricane.

But there was no need to borrow the power of the great gods. The leader carrying the flag, the leader with exceptionally exquisite armor, launched the charge.

The flags behind him fluttered in the storm. He did not use all kinds of strange sacrificial instruments like the temple guards under him to bring the most painful death to the enemies.

What he held in his hand was just an ordinary silver spear.

Riding the ferocious giant rat, he leaped high into the air and rushed alone into the storm caused by the Centaur commander.

Shame must be washed away with blood and atonement with death.

Did not retreat because of this storm.

The Centaur commander became a little more flustered, and a hazy green light was awakened, building a hazy wall of light in front of him to stop the madman who broke into the storm and attacked him.

The silver spear collided with the hazy wall of light, and the Centaur commander saw a pair of cold eyes.

The storm stopped.

An ordinary silver spear pierced through the chest of the Centaur commander. With an expression of disbelief, he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

In just one day, the temple guards who chased after them brought this group of Centaur Knights to their own end: death.

The brutal and manic temple guards began a killing spree.

But the shame that has been stained can never be washed away.

(End of this chapter)