From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 220, Grey Stone

In the end, he took the scroll.

He was pushed out of the corner where all kinds of leather were hung, and stood in the center of the noisy ruins, feeling a little confused. In the prosperous and noisy ruins, a young ratman crossed paths with him and was firmly grasped by him. The young ratman became a little more exasperated and pulled out a short blade made of bones.

But what he met was a pair of terrifying red eyes.

Fear spread, and he wanted to escape, wanted to let go of the stolen scroll, but it was too late. A short spear was thrust into the chest of the young ratman. From the corpse, the dazed guy picked up the scroll and held it tightly in his arms.

He was a dull guy, and the Rat War army had always opened its doors to them because of the one quality these guys had that was considered extremely good among the ratmen: rigid loyalty.

Although it is difficult to say whether this quality can be considered an advantage for them.

Considered an excellent tool because of its loyalty.

The stunned guy took one last look back at the dark corner behind him, and took a step forward in silence. He was going to leave, towards the barren mountains in the distance.

Deep in the noisy ruins, in the shop where all kinds of leathers were hung, the craftsmanship of the hairy rats was very exquisite. Each piece of leather hung high was engraved with delicate and complex patterns. If she was willing to surrender to those rat lords, she should be able to get an excellent treatment.

She was a craftsman that the rat lords valued, especially those who could engrave the patterns of gods, but for some reason she had been living in this noisy ruin.

The leather with delicately engraved patterns became the source of prying eyes, and the dazed guy who had been standing silently in front of him had also left.

There are many regrets, but all these regrets have turned into expectations for that guy.

"You must do it, become a priest, and spread my name."

He muttered to himself in a low voice. More and more greedy guys were surging around him. Their eyes fell on the leather and on her body. Without any fear, he pushed over the crude lamp at hand, which was secretly made for him by the stupid guy in the dark so that he could see more clearly in the dark.

That guy is not as stupid as the rumors say. Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face.

The lampstand fell to the ground and the flames began to spread, but the hairy rat didn't care.

Those cold and dull guys gathered under Rat War might not be so stupid. They have emotions, and even those emotions are much warmer than those of ordinary ratmen, but they are all deeply buried.

They are not defective individuals, they just don't seem like the kind of people who could be born in this country.

The flames were about to completely engulf the woolly rat.

Only at this time am I willing to reveal my sadness.

"please forgive me."

A faint voice was spoken, and the flames completely engulfed everything here, burying the precious leather materials engraved with various patterns and their creators together.

Outside the grassland city, a group of ratmen caravans began to question the ratmen gathered in front of them.

"What are your names?!"

After more and more rat lords settled in this grassland, the struggle for interests led to the emergence of a large number of chaotic caravans. Under tremendous competitive pressure, these caravans had to expand their business beyond their original commercial activities.

In this way, a pilgrimage route was opened up. As long as you hand over a batch of blood mushrooms, these ratman caravans will lead you towards the Desolate Mountains and towards the City of God.

Of course, apart from being charged a large number of blood mushrooms, the Ratman Caravan will not cover anything else. If you die on the road, you deserve it and it means you are not pious enough to the gods.

But in order to keep the business going, these bad guys will not completely ignore it. After all, if no one survives after a few times, the business will be gone. At least some guys will be guaranteed to complete the journey smoothly. In order to increase the appeal, some customized services have been launched.

With a huge smile on his face, he smiled at the customer in front of him.

"What is your name, please?"

"Squeak!"

"Good! Welcome Zhizhi to embark on the great and sacred road of faith!"

Such a simple sentence made Zhizhi pay the travel expenses decisively.

With just one simple sentence, the trading volume increased by more than half, which made my performance turn around. The Rat Lord would nod with satisfaction when he saw it.

But the process of repeating the name is really a bit torturous. The names of the rat people are not complicated. Most of them do not have any proper names, or they don’t have names at all.

Often after being asked this question, people will shout out a name like "Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak" while thinking hard.

In particular, they seemed to attach great importance to this, and they always had an inexplicable excitement when calling out the names.

After sending off the previous Squeak, the Big Claw Priest soon welcomed the next Squeak.

Of course, he had no way of understanding the excitement of the ratmen in front of him, but making money from blood mushrooms was not a bad idea.

Walking along one by one, many rat people had their own names for the first time. They looked forward to this journey with ignorant excitement, even though they had been told after arriving here that the temple of the great god, the truly great temple was not something they could gaze at, not even from afar.

But they are still so excited and look forward to coming to that great city. Many of the ratmen who embark on this pilgrimage are no longer young. Some were even born in the underground rat city. The memories of that city were not good for them, but they want to go back when they are old.

do not know why.

After repeating that sentence again and again, the Big Claw Priest came to a strange guy who was holding a roll of leather and carrying a spear on his back.

That dull expression made the Big Claw Priest feel familiar, like those cruel guys in the Ratman Overwatch Team. The expression was a little more unnatural. He also had the memory of being driven away by the Ratman Overwatch Team.

But now it was a business after all, and for the sake of the blood mushrooms, he suppressed his unnaturalness and spoke to the strange guy in front of him.

"What is your name, please?"

This sentence made the dazed guy holding the scroll pause, and made the big-clawed priest breathe a sigh of relief.

In the silence, the stunned rat man thought of something.

"Graystone."

It was given a name that is slightly different from the Squeaky series, but nothing special.

Shout loudly.

“Welcome Graystone to the great and sacred path of faith!”

(End of this chapter)