From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 226: Steel builds roads, bones build bells
The news of what happened in this corridor of the continent spread to all corners of the Ratman Empire.

Many rat people want the rats to die in battle.

On the grassland, the group of rat lords had some evil thoughts. Of course, it was not far-sighted to do such a thing at such a juncture, but many things had nothing to do with foresight or not, they were just overwhelmed by hatred.

Fortunately, not all the ratmen were like this, so without much consideration and deliberation, the temple guards began to surge.

They opened up a smooth road, gathered a large army, and suppressed all the movements of the rat lords.

Of course, the temple guards also don't like Rat War very much. Their proactive actions have nothing to do with foresight and the overall situation. It's just that the leader of the temple guards wants to give an excellent answer as much as possible.

Soon after the leader of the temple guards gathered a huge team and set off.

A piece of news spread across this vast grassland that a ratman lord had died mysteriously in the center of the city he ruled.

A ratman lord who was planning to use some tricks died mysteriously in the center of the city he ruled.

When the temple guards arrived at the place where the meteor fell, they encountered a problem.

This young strait has been occupied by murlocs and naga, sea races lurking beneath the water, watching the increasing number of ratmen on the shore with dangerous eyes.

The temple guards were not shaken by the terrifying pit.

Naturally, I will not be moved by these guys in the ocean.

He stepped into the sea without hesitation and fought with the entrenched Nagas and fishmen.

A total of 15,000 temple guards arrived at the strait and all stepped into the strait to fight these Nagas.

The killing lasted for three days in this ocean. The temple guards were more powerful and broke through the blockade of the Nagas and fishmen. They frightened them and returned this sea area to its original peace and tranquility.

But all this came at a price. After this bloody battle, only 10,231 of the 15,000 temple guards were left.

In that grand and brutal battle, only about 1,500 temple guards were killed, but at this moment, these powerful warriors, in just three days, in this small strait, the number of temple guards who died far exceeded the total number in that long battle.

In order to declare his piety and to show his attitude to the high priest sitting in the desolate mountains.

It is very difficult to declare one's piety in the Ratman Kingdom, but dying for the gods is something that many devout ratmen can do without hesitation.

Even if one dies for faith, it gradually ceases to demonstrate anything and becomes far from enough.

You have to be able to do more, that is true piety.

Like the rat war.

Shu Zhan was not pious, not pious enough, but the sacrifices and offerings he made were too dazzling.

Even when senior ratmen priests still had the final say, they had no way of labeling the Rat War as disrespectful to the gods. It was not that they did not want to, but that they could not.

I have devoted myself devoutly to the gods, and have given so much. What qualifications do you have to criticize me?
This is of course a fallacy, but the rats regard it as a fine wine. The most devout slave rat believer who can offer everything he has to the god is far inferior to a rat warrior who has just realized his faith but is able to offer sacrifices to the great god.

The rat people do not think there is anything wrong with this logic. They are very formalistic, especially when it comes to the solemn issue of gods.

Even the temple guards are not immune to this. They are trying to prove their faith by fighting the enemies of God in this dangerous place that has just been attacked by heretical gods, even if it is not worth it.

He did not retreat at all, and killed the group of Nagas and fishmen so that they dared not approach this sea area and landed on the opposite continent.

His whole body was wet, and his wounds were swollen and festering from being soaked in sea water for a long time. He was extremely exhausted from the continuous fighting, but he knelt down devoutly and prayed to the great god.

Behind him, countless corpses were floating in the sea, some of them were ratmen, but most of them were Nagas and fishmen.

Further back, a series of crossbow carts and huge catapults had been pushed over by the Big Claw Priests.

This is not a suitable exchange ratio, but it is perfect for showing one's piety.

The temple guards were stationed here, unafraid of the attacks of the heretic gods, and they were also recognized by the white rats.

Not long after, the Nagas returned again. This time, a group of elderly sea priests were mobilized. Huge waves were rolled up, clearing away the piled corpses in the bay.

This also made this sea area dangerous again. The temple guards no longer went into the sea to fight. Instead, a number of ferocious crossbow carts were pushed onto the shore.

One after another, terrifying huge catapults began to operate.

Two fortresses were built on both sides of the strait. It was obvious that the rats would not stop because of such a simple trouble.

They used a clumsy method and began to fill in the big hole created by the flying star. They used corpses, rocks, and soil, but the effect was not so good. The sea priest of the Naga tribe was constantly stirring up the waves.

last of the last.

Furnaces were built one after another by the rat people.

The rats began to pour molten iron into the channel.

It was a crazy plan, but it was very feasible. There was no shortage of minerals in this desolate grassland, but the barren grassland could hardly support a powerful empire that could properly utilize these minerals.

However, the rats who broke in from outside the grassland are gradually gaining this qualification.

With the establishment of cities, more resources were discovered and used by the ratmen. A large amount of land was converted into pastures for providing sacrifices. Wars pushed these breeding houses to continuously supply the outside world with ratmen. The cave mushrooms that emerged from the dark underground served as the cornerstone of the empire.

Plunder brings wealth, faith and sacrifice bring prosperity, and the country established by the rat people is taking steps towards becoming a truly vast empire.

Now, this twisted empire, which has gradually taken shape, is using its own power to launch a massive expedition, and this strait will only be a trivial trouble in this expedition.

The boiling molten iron was poured into the ocean, bringing out swirling white mist. The sea water was dyed black, which came from the turbid slag that was extracted along with the molten iron.

This is the power of industry, an extremely wasteful means, but it has built a road in this sea, a road made of metal.

The creatures in this sea area died due to the infection of turbid black water. Even the murlocs and nagas dared not approach this area anymore. This was a new kind of terror different from the pollution of flesh and blood. Even the ratmen themselves could not resist it. But fortunately, the ratmen were not fish, nor murlocs, nor nagas. They did not care what kind of pollution the churning black water would cause to this sea area.

They're not even people, they're rat people.

The Murlocs and Nagas, who were highly expected by the enemy demigods, did not pose any significant obstacle to the advance of the Skaven. Even though the ocean priests continuously summoned the huge waves, they had no effect on this steel road that was forcibly built in the ocean.

Unless the flying star falls again, this grand invasion will continue. The destruction of most of the Eastern Expeditionary Force did not intimidate this group of crazy rat people at all.

The majority of the Eastern Expeditionary Force that was wiped out was nothing to them.

And that flying star may not necessarily fall again.

The Bone Temple next to the Crimson Pit.

The giant bell that had consumed the great efforts of the temple guards was about to be completed. The scorching blast furnace transformed various ores and the mottled stones mined from the mountains that the bear orc's arm had turned into boiling molten iron, which was then poured onto the frame made of skeletons.

As the molten iron cooled, it revealed a bright yellow color, which looked even more sacred under the sunlight.

However, the patterns engraved on this giant bell are too hideous, suppressing its sacredness.

Densely packed skeletons were inlaid on it, showing many styles and movements, some kneeling, some kneeling in fear, some kneeling in panic, some crawling on the ground, some struggling and twisting, some being pulled and torn apart. These twisted skeletons and the poured blood-gold together turned into a throne, a throne supported by countless bones, a throne with no one sitting on it.

Although no one sat down, it was clear to the temple guards who the throne was prepared for.

As expected, the most suitable ratmen for art and culture are these obsessive-compulsive temple guards.

This is a hideous and terrifying giant bell, and it is also a giant bell that can make people feel inexplicably shocked at first sight.

This giant bell did not fall in the skeleton temple next to the scarlet pit. The falling star greatly changed the plan of the temple guards. The display position of this giant bell was also changed in such twists and turns. It will be taken by the temple guards to the deep pit where the flying star fell, where it will be hung high and rung as a provocation to the heretic god and as a proof of their piety.

A bunch of lunatics.

However, there are not many non-crazy guys among the rat people.

On the main continent, another team coveted by the heretic gods, this aristocratic coalition formed by the governor of the Dark Eye human race, had a head-on encounter with the rat people.

In an environment and time that is not very favorable to the rat people.

Stepping out of the forest, onto a plain, at the brightest moment of noon, the well-organized coalition of nobles met their opponents.

A bunch of messy ratmen.

Yes, it was a group of messy ratmen. This group of ratmen could not be called elite. Their formation was chaotic and in a mess. Although they were large in scale and most of them were holding weapons, the governor of the province did not think that these ratmen were much different from the weak ratmen he had expelled.

He even had the energy to smile and say jokingly to a young knight beside him.

"Maybe you can be called a rat catcher this time."

The young knight was somewhat flattered by his words, feeling a little awkward, and even gripped the lance a little tighter.

When the provincial governor saw the young knight's performance, a smile appeared on his face. This is the power of power, so intoxicating. Just a simple sentence was enough to make a young knight with unlimited potential show such an expression to him.

He was about to face a war, but as the commander, he was a little distracted and was thinking about other things.

With the support of His Majesty, he might be able to get a glimpse of the center of the continent in this turbulent era. The Emperor of the Empire is such a wonderful title.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but become distracted.

The army he brought was indeed of good quality. Those noble knights spontaneously deployed their formations and prepared for a charge. Many of the knights even slowly opened their magic eyes, as if they were preparing some kind of spell.

Suddenly, a spear with a bright glow was thrown out by a knight.

The magic-imbued spear exploded violently after it landed on the ground.

However, such a scene did not seem to cause any fear to the group of ratmen in the distance.

A noisy sound came over.

The provincial governor, who was dreaming of becoming an emperor of the empire, was awakened and raised his head unhappily. An ugly, hairless rat man carrying a flag on his back came into his sight.

This grotesque appearance made him inexplicably want to laugh, until the funny, ugly, hairless rat man made a throwing gesture.

It seemed to be responding to the enchanted spear thrown by the knight.

There is still such a long distance.

The smile on his face did not disappear until the spear fell. The magic eye on his forehead suddenly opened, and transparent magic shields appeared in front of the governor of the province. There were three in total, overlapping each other, but they were easily pierced through.

A scarlet spear easily pierced through the overlapping magic shields, and the expression on the provincial governor's face completely froze.

In the instant of pain, he and the horse under him were nailed to the ground.

Even the most outstanding Warcraft horse could not withstand such terrifying force. It fell to its knees in an instant, pierced by the scarlet spear.

There was a look of disbelief on his face. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

The last second, he was clearly still dreaming of that beautiful dream, the dream of becoming the emperor of the empire.

No one reacted in time, and when they did, the provincial governor was already dead. This war was far from being simple, and their crown prince was far from making a fuss out of nothing. He even still looked down on these ratmen.

Who could have imagined that this group of defeated soldiers who had lost their main force not only did not retreat, but also advanced forward violently.

This noble coalition, which was placed with high hopes by the gods, lost its advantage the moment the battle broke out. The sudden death of their commander was like a heavy blow to them.

This made the army look a little dazed at that moment.

And the rat people obviously wouldn't give them a chance to react.

Under the black dragon flag and under the command of the somewhat funny hairless ratman, the rats rushed over.

(End of this chapter)