From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 22, Madman! You are all crazy!

Dawn.

The Lizardman leader tiredly greeted the dawn of another day. The warm sunshine was shining, and the number of Lizardman warriors around him was much less than two days ago.

In just three days, three hundred Lizardman warriors had fallen in this mountain range, and only two hundred of the original five hundred Lizardman advance team were left.

In contrast, the ratmen army suffered even more serious losses.

Every night, these crazy ratmen would charge towards the Lizardmen troops advancing deep into the mountains.

There were corpses everywhere.

Not far away, a ratman holding a wooden stick crawled out from under an extremely large rat corpse and roared sharply with a look of resentment and anger.

"You damn reptiles, reptiles, reptiles that angered God, I will kill you! Kill you!"

He waved his wooden staff high and charged at the lizardman leader without hesitation, but the strength between the two was too great, and the ratman fell to the ground in just one blow.

He stared at the lizardman leader in front of him with blood-red eyes, angrily and unwillingly, muttering to himself.

"Kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he lost his breath, his eyes wide open, and he died with his eyes open.

At night, the fighting lasted all night long. During these three days, the crazy rats almost never stopped for a single day, especially after the arrival of these crazy priests.

The lizardman leader could no longer remember how many ratman priests he had killed. It might be because this was a number he had never seen in his entire life, so he couldn't remember clearly.

The further he advanced, the crazier these rat priests became.

He was getting closer and closer to his destination.

Cold corpses were piled up along the way, both those of ratmen and lizardmen, fresh and smelly ones stacked together.

His faith was not devout, and he even had some doubts about the sudden arrival of the god, but looking at the scene in front of him and the final destination.

I felt a little shaken in a trance.

He made a reverent gesture.

Pray to your own god.

Pray with that tired voice.

"May the gods bless you!"

Then, with loud shouts, the tired Lizardmen warriors behind him also started to march towards the mountains in front of them.

......

In the cave, in front of the bloody lake, in the cave where Du Yuan's altar was placed, a sudden attack occurred. Ratmen of all sizes were tied up and pushed in front of the bloody lake and in front of Du Yuan's altar.

Among the terrified and struggling figures, there was the figure of the Spear Rat, and he was facing the fellow with a gloomy and changeable expression in front of the altar, the White Rat.

As more and more ratmen priests entered the battlefield, the war became more and more brutal. These crazy priests were not even going to let themselves go, so naturally they would not let other ratmen go either.

All the ratmen began a mad charge under the overlapping frenzy, even the spear rats were among them.

Those who escaped would no longer be demoted to slaves, but would continue to be pushed into the battlefield to continue fighting with those Lizardmen.

The Spear Rat was scared. He was really scared facing such a situation. In the charge that almost wiped out his entire army, he looked at the crazy rat priests around him and the lizardman leader who was holding a big stick high in the distance.

Fear filled his heart until he destroyed everything. He fled back to the underground caves with the remaining guards and rat warriors, and refused to fight again.

The Spear Rat completely lost his faith in Du Yuan. He thought it was fine without gods. He was scared, really scared, and wanted to escape, running along the tunnel he had dug. After the lizardmen left and the gods disappeared, he would still be the boss of this mountain range. But just when he wanted to escape, he was once again attracted by the blood mushrooms and couldn't take his eyes away.

Unexpectedly, the white rat did not scold him or fight with him. It seemed that it forgave him, and it also seemed that there were really no more manpower available in the war. It just asked him to guard the altar when the lizardmen attacked the altar.

The Spear Rat had no intention of listening or doing anything. He would run away immediately after the group of lizardmen arrived. The only reason he stayed here was because the White Rat had piled a bunch of bright blood mushrooms in front of him. But it was useless. No matter how many blood mushrooms there were, he would not fight anymore. These priests were all crazy, and these guys who believed in that god were all crazy.

He's not crazy, he's a smart guy, he won't fight anymore.

But he wanted to eat blood mushrooms.

In this way, the Spear Rat finally could not escape the evil consequences of its greed. When the Lizardman team was about to reach the underground cave, the White Rat suddenly attacked, tied up the Spear Rat, the Ratman warriors following the Spear Rat, and the Spear Rat's personal guards, and pushed them all to the altar of the great god.

The speared rat struggled in fear, but what greeted him was the sudden smile that the white rat showed after its gloomy expression.

"I won't kill you. You lowly fellows are not worthy of being sacrificed to the gods."

"There aren't many ratmen warriors left now!"

These words made Spear Rat, a guy with the potential to be a hero, suddenly feel the hope of life. He shook his body frantically and crawled on the ground like a maggot.

"Let me go, I am willing to fight for the gods. Let me go, only I can fight them, and fight their leader!"

Shouting loudly with a shrill voice.

But the white rat ignored his shouting and instead gave him a meaningful smile.

Compared with the losses of the Lizardmen, the losses of the Ratmen would only be greater. Of the one thousand Ratmen warriors that Du Yuan had originally gathered, only a few dozen were left, and the accumulated priests were also killed or wounded in waves of charges.

The only ratmen left in the cave now were the seven or eight ratmen priests, the tied-up ratmen warriors in front of them, and the vast crowd of slave rats who were hunched over, quiet and silent.

They looked at everything in front of them quietly, but had no reaction to most things.

Until the snow-white mouse climbed onto the altar and shouted loudly.

Those pairs of red eyes gradually showed some spirit, which reached its peak when the ratman priests brought blood mushrooms to them.

Amidst the heavy gasping, greed appeared in the eyes of these slave rats.

I carelessly stuffed the bright red mushroom into my mouth, and an unimaginable warmth surged through my body.

What follows is devotion, unparalleled devotion.

They enthusiastically followed the white mouse and shouted.

"For the gods!"

"For the gods!"

The Spear Rat looked at this scene in horror. This sight brought back his memories of the battlefield and he shook his body nervously.

What made him even more frightened was that the white rat came towards him, carrying a blood mushroom that was completely black without any blood color.

Accompanied by that smiling expression.

An indescribable fear began to brew in his heart until the white rat pulled down the cloth on his mouth.

"You are all crazy! You are all crazy!"

Cries of panic and despair echoed in the cave.

(End of this chapter)