From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 272: Neighbors Stockpile Food

Distorted roars continued to sound, and the torches held high could only illuminate the narrow distance in front of them. The ratmen rushed in from the darkness, saliva dripping from their tough and yellowed teeth.

This is a guy who is not so hygienic.

His expression was ferocious, his eyes were red with bloodshot veins, and his body was trembling slightly.

Because of excitement, but also because of fear.

Being driven and forced to rush to the battlefield, they charged forward unconsciously amid the noisy noises and crowded environment.

Excited, not far away, a mountain warrior was dragged down by the ratmen warriors, and his terrified screams echoed in my ears.

Fear, more rat people died.

The smell of blood filled the air at the beginning of the conflict, as did the pungent smell of rust.

The rats kept coming.

When their numbers expand to a certain extent, these cowardly rats will indeed change. They will become braver, or even crazier.

With red eyes and not caring about anything else, he charged forward fearlessly. It seemed somewhat decent, but somewhat short-lived.

The crazy look soon began to dissipate. This huge army had no morale. The greedy rat warlord was unwilling to even drop a few bread crumbs. Naturally, one could not expect these guys to be brave.

Soon, with the screams echoing around them, fear took over again and they began to flee around the battlefield with panic-stricken expressions.

The formations of both sides were torn to pieces by these fleeing ratmen.

The ratmen in the rear were still pressing forward. In the darkness, countless ratmen were moving forward while being driven away.

The chaotic formation made the cruelty of the battlefield rise several levels.

The mountain priests were dancing wildly, and all kinds of special methods were displayed, including boulders, flames, thunder, and various blessings that were superimposed layer by layer.

With various blessings, the power of elements was being mobilized in such a wild and primitive manner, and in the brilliant light, it ruthlessly tore apart both sides on the battlefield.

Yes, on both sides, the power of the barbaric witchcraft of the mountain priests is much greater than those of the priests accompanying the army, but as a price, the horrific damage can only be borne by both sides on the battlefield.

The violent elemental forces wreaked havoc on the battlefield. The mountain warriors, with their upper bodies bare, fought fearlessly amidst their angry roars.

The morale of these guys is much higher than that of the rat people.

Despite the dire situation, there was not much fear on their faces.'

The barbarian warrior flapped his shield in the flames, fighting against the endless number of ratmen warriors in front of him.

The quality of this army was not high, and it was even less likely that any rat priests would be willing to join it. It was just a mob gathered together in a very short time by conscripting men.

Faced with the various dazzling tactics used by the mountain people's coalition in front of them, there was not much they could do, or even only one thing.

Put in more effort.

Every moment, a large number of mobs fled the battlefield.

Running around in panic.

At every moment, a large number of mobs died on the spot, their lives taken away by sharp blades, barbaric witchcraft, poisoned arrows, and all kinds of things.

The bodies of the ratmen began to pile up.

More ratmen were pushed onto the battlefield.

The greedy guy stood on a high place, dancing crazily. The situation of the war was unclear, and the mountain people's coalition held on with difficulty.

Countless ratmen warriors were pushed onto the battlefield and turned into piles of corpses.

Morale was hard to maintain; things were not going so smoothly.

That greedy Skaven warlord, he held his banner high.

I don't intend to give up. Perhaps the evaluation of the rat priests should be broadened. Not only those weird guys are crazy, maybe these rat warlords are also crazy, or in other words, the rats are all a group of crazy people.

He put everything on the line, until he himself stepped onto the battlefield.

The mountain priests were exhausted, but calling upon such powerful wild sorcery was not without cost.

Many mountain priests became emaciated in a very short period of time and became extremely thin, like walking skeletons.

The greedy ratman warlord raised the spear in his hand high, with countless ratmen following him. This was the last wave of attack.

As long as you can persevere.

The mountain priest, who already looked like a skeleton, began to dance even more vigorously.

The weird movements and dazzling light made it even more bizarre, but the mountain warriors were not afraid of such a strange dance. They even became excited again at this time.

He shouted loudly, without paying any attention to the brutal battle that was going on.

This is a dance without elemental power, a sacrificial dance, a dance dedicated to the ancestors.

The loud and uniform cheers became the best accompaniment to this sacrificial dance.

The mountain warriors were fighting with all their might. They had no other choice: either tear the ratmen in front of them to pieces, or be torn to pieces by them.

Struggling with all your might.

The greedy ratman warlord rushed in fiercely, roaring in anger and fighting desperately.

Either tear apart these mountain warriors in front of him, sweep across the land and crown himself, or lose everything in his hands and start over again.

Such greed is not without price. He cannot retreat, nor can he lose. He is engulfed by the huge army and the rats in the army. They will abandon him without hesitation after he fails.

The smoother the formation and the faster the expansion, the more spectacular it will be when the army falls apart.

Of course, as a rat warlord, he has special rights. Even if the army collapses, even if the war is lost, even if he is abandoned by his own rats, he still has the opportunity to start over.

At least they won't become corpses piled on the ground like those unlucky guys he pushed onto the battlefield.

But can he accept such an outcome?

On the front line of the war, the angry guy kept waving the spear in his hand. With the nourishment of abundant blood mushrooms, he was indeed much stronger than the ordinary ratman warriors. Every time he waved the metal spear in his hand, he could easily repel the guy who blocked his way.

He was constantly tearing at the defenses of the mountain warriors. As a warlord, he violently tore at the enemy's defenses in the war. This was a normal thing, but there was a problem.

This Skaven Warlord is stronger than the average Skaven Warrior, much stronger, and stronger than the average Mountain Men Warrior, but not strong enough.

At least not as strong as those real battle-hardened warriors.

A sturdy man with strange and brightly colored tattoos all over his body stood in front of the greedy guy. Without any further fight, he just pressed down heavily with the long stick in his hand.

The greedy ratman warlord felt the pressure and roared violently.

He simply threw away the spear in his hand, rolled over, and the long stick fell heavily to the ground. With a dull sound, a small hole was created.

The greedy rat warlord pulled out the short blades from his waist, a total of three. Two were held tightly in his hands, and one was thrown towards the sturdy man. The short blade was knocked away and caught by a soft tail.

Holding weapons with the tail is an ability that almost every rat warlord will definitely use. The agile tail can also be used to wield weapons.

To be fair, the fighting ability of the ratmen is not weak, but in most cases, their weak physical fitness cannot reflect this. They can't go wrestling with goblins, which is not an honorable thing even if they win.

Three short blades protruded from three tricky angles, and the greedy guy suddenly rushed towards the sturdy man.

Very smoothly and easily, he got in front of the sturdy man and thrust three short blades, two into his abdomen and one into his neck. All of them were embedded in his flesh and blood. The greedy guy could even smell the scent of the overflowing blood.

Everything was going too smoothly. Instinctively, this greedy guy sensed that something was wrong.

Suddenly, a big hand embraced him in its arms. In an instant, all the hair on his body stood up. He wanted to struggle, but subconsciously raised his head, only to see the long stick hitting him hard.

Despair and madness appeared on his face.

"No!"

With this blow, the greedy guy died instantly, with red and white splattered everywhere.

The sturdy man let go of the corpse in his arms, and the corpse fell weakly to the ground. The flag carried on his back also fell to the ground at this moment.

The battlefield was quiet for a moment at this moment.

What followed was a grand rout. They ran very cleanly and decisively, without any hesitation, and all the ratmen warriors fled in panic.

The mountain warriors did not pursue them. This brutal battle made those who survived, whether warriors or priests, exhausted.

After seeing this scene, the sturdy man seemed to let go of something and knelt on the ground.

The greedy guy was not wrong. Three short blades hit the man, two of them pierced his stomach and one cut his throat.

This is a life-for-life fighting method, but there is no other way. After having sufficient blood mushrooms to nourish, this rat warlord is indeed much stronger than ordinary people.

He fell to his knees on the ground, his body falling heavily. In this corner of the battlefield, blood continued to flow out from the wound on his neck, soon dyeing the area red.

I don’t know why this guy made such an extreme decision, but he did change the course of the war.

Even though this huge rat army was on the brink of collapse, killing the greedy rat warlord was not in vain. At least it ended the war faster.

It also allowed more people to survive.

The mountain people did not pay no price. A large number of mountain warriors fell on the battlefield and their bodies were piled up together with the ratmen.

Fortunately, fortunately, they won the war.

really?
Pairs of scarlet eyes appeared again in the distance and darkness. Even though they were not as large in scale as the ratmen that had just swarmed in, their appearance at this point was so despairing.

Not all Skaven warlords started and participated in this war.

Seven rat warlords broke into this province together, and one was lost in this war. So, what about the other six guys?

Now, the answer is revealed. The other six rat warlords have been watching here, watching this area.

Obviously, they were also paying attention to the outcome of this confrontation, and not only that, they also brought their own troops over.

Perhaps he was preparing to do his colleagues a small favor at that time, I think, but that guy was too reckless. He rushed to the front line and was killed in an instant. He was not even given a chance to be saved.

What a pity.

Their appearance brought fear to these exhausted mountain people. It was obvious that their current condition no longer supported them to continue the next war.

Even the fearless warriors would feel despair in such a situation, but their quality is indeed good, and they still hold their weapons tightly even in despair.

But unexpectedly, no more ratmen appeared in front of their eyes. The pairs of scarlet eyes that lit up in the darkness on all sides gradually dimmed until they finally disappeared.

The rat-men warlords did not launch an attack on the exhausted mountain people, but began to chase the rat-men who were running all over the mountains.

That arrogant guy still left something for his colleagues. These fleeing ratmen warriors were a huge fortune. The six ratmen warlords unanimously gave up attacking the group of mountain people and took big bites of the corpse left by the arrogant guy.

Not surprising.

That greedy guy has already opened half of the can, and all these rat warlords need to decide is a qualification, who is qualified to eat the half-opened can.

At this time, the biggest competitor is not these mountain people, but his colleagues.

Fighting each other for the fleeing rat army.

Qi was also in this group. He had the smallest army, but his fighting spirit was no weaker than those rat warlords who had large armies.

The reason why this can be done.

Higher morale for the troops at hand was one thing, a cavalry specifically designed to deal with their colleagues was another.

He became the first Skaven warlord to attack a colleague in this competition.

Compared with the large and small camps in the basin, my colleagues are just as plump, but a little prickly.

A ratman warlord was attacked by a flag, and most of his troops were defeated. A camp with stored resources was found.

I implemented the idea that if my neighbors store grain, I will store guns; my neighbors are my granaries.

This guy's motives have always been impure. I can only say that it is a blessing to be a colleague with him.

Following this momentum, the flag leaped up and began to emerge on this chaotic battlefield.

(End of this chapter)