From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 228: Running at Dusk
This experienced ratman warrior was indeed a veteran who had survived several major wars. After successfully carrying out the sneak attack, he immediately turned around and fled in a panic, disappearing into the rat crowd without a trace.

Leaving behind that ferocious-looking mace. Damn, the sharp point on the hammer head was as long as two fingers. Which damn guy taught these guys how to use this mace!
The magic knight's eyes instantly turned red, and he just watched the despicable guy who disappeared into the rat crowd, but he didn't dare to chase him anymore. After all, the hammer has a special attack against armor, and even if he was wearing this sturdy magic armor, he was not completely immune to this attack.

His legs felt a little unnatural as he stood, and a little blood flowed out from the gaps in his armor.

In his grief and anger, he let out a twisted and ferocious roar, which was no less piercing than the sharp cries of the rats, and even scared the surrounding rats.

The encounter was extremely chaotic and ended with the noble coalition's hasty retreat.

Both sides left a large number of corpses on the battlefield, but in terms of the brutality of this war, it was not that brutal. The noble knights did not suffer heavy casualties in this encounter, except for the unlucky guy who was stabbed to death by Shu Zhan's spear from a distance, and the unlucky magic knights who ran into Shu Zhan directly.

The ratmen were helpless against the hard enchanted armor and had no way of stopping the group of magic knights.

Although they hastily fled the battlefield with their troops in the end, the Rat War was quite depressing.

This was probably the most chaotic battle he had ever fought, due to the drawback of his highly centralized power. There were no other rat generals in the Eastern Expeditionary Force except Shu Zhan. Although Shu Zhan appointed several warlords one after another during the war, these lucky ones who took office as leaders and kings of grassland tribes often died quickly in subsequent wars.

Shu Zhan was targeting the leaders, commanders and kings of various tribes in the grassland coalition. That group of guys were also targeting the rat warlords in the rat army. After a brutal battle, none of the rat warlords appointed by Shu Zhan survived. This brought about a problem, as Shu Zhan was only one person after all.

After losing the supervision team, his control over the army dropped drastically. Just like just now, if he had enough rat warlords under his command, then under these warlords' direct subordinates, at least there would not be a situation where the rat warriors and those magic knights would stare at each other in vain.

The rats are capable of keeping those magical tin cans here.

If any of the three parties, the Supervisory Team, the Rat Priests and the Rat Warlords, existed, this war would not be fought so lightly.

But unfortunately, none of the three parties were present. The supervisory team and the rat priests became limited edition rat cakes with charcoal flavor on that flying star. As for the rat warlords, well, this hypothesis probably does not exist, because even if they existed, there was a high probability that they would not escape the fate of becoming limited edition rat cakes.

Rather than saying that the war was so inexplicable because of the absence of these guys, it is more surprising to say that without these guys, Shu Zhan still managed to swim across the strait with a large number of troops and started such an encounter battle, and even won it.

But even so, Shu Zhan was still not satisfied with the results and was very annoyed.

The rats began to clean up the battlefield. All kinds of things were quickly collected, but they encountered a problem.

A big question.

These humans don’t have tails?
What to do if there is no tail?

It would not do to fight a war without any merit, so the rats began to search for these humans in confusion. After groping on their butts for a while, they felt something long.

After cutting it off, it was happily presented to Shu Zhan.

In the inexplicable stench, Rat Wars questioned. So the rats' long-standing merit calculation unit, the tip of the tail, changed in this group of humans, and the rats began to dig out the blue eye from the center of these humans' eyebrows.

Every Ghost-Eyed Human has an eye between their eyebrows, but most ordinary Ghost-Eyed Humans will never be able to open this eye in their entire lives, and this eye appears a dull gray. Only those who have opened their eyes and possess solidified spells will have eyes that transparent, dark blue.

A simple search of the battlefield left behind a lot of corpses with hollowed-out foreheads. Shu Zhan didn't even plan to hold a sacrifice, and casually abandoned the offerings.

He had to move on. Although this war did not satisfy him, he was still certain of some things.

On the body of a serf, he found something similar to the hard seeds that the wild boar people ate. It was a handful of moist barley in a cloth bag.

Shu Zhan grabbed a handful, rubbed it hard, and rubbed out some white powder.

Although Shuzhan had not participated in the war against the wild boar people, it did not mean that he had not seen these strange things. During the conquest around the vast wetland, some races also relied on these strange seeds as food.

These races have a similar characteristic, which is that they all build cities.

Wave the flag.

After seeing this scene, the rat warriors who were searching the battlefield silently gathered from all directions, gathered under the flag, and gathered around the guy holding the flag high.

Such actions were spontaneous. Even the rats who were fighting each other for spoils on the battlefield would stop fighting and gather towards the flag when they saw the waving flag.

Soon, in front of Shu Zhan, there gathered a huge group of ratmen that was as far as the eye could see.

Perhaps that question already has an answer.

Why even after losing all the middle-level commanders, the rat people can still gather together to fight.

Because of this weird cohesion.

When it was all over, the time had changed from noon to dusk, the sky was dim, and the night was about to come, but the sharp and chaotic cheers broke the silence of the area.

A figure climbed to a high place and waved a flag, and countless figures fell down to respond. Corpses piled up around them, and the pungent smell of rust had not yet dissipated, but this did not affect the cheers of these guys, nor did it affect their fanatical response. They were waiting for the flag to fall and for the war to continue.

The flag finally fell, and ran wildly at dusk, merging into the forest in front of them, announcing their arrival to this area.

(End of this chapter)