From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 283, White Rat's Table Manners
The ratmen priests arrived at the battlefield.

In order to get these guys involved, the consultations and negotiations were extremely troublesome, but fortunately, the conduct of this war itself was a top priority.

Ratman priests arrived at the battlefield one after another, and then an embarrassing scene occurred.

These guys can indeed play a role, but the role they can play is not that great.

Faced with the magic cannons that continuously bombarded the positions, the reactions of the ratmen priests were not much different from those of ordinary ratmen. They fled in panic and escaped in a panic. In fact, these guys were even more unable to resist the chaotic elemental turbulence than ordinary ratmen.

If ordinary ratmen were just gradually crystallizing, breaking, and disintegrating into chaotic elemental light spots.

Then these guys are like inflated balloons in this elemental turbulence. They don't have time to make a wailing sound. Their bodies expand rapidly and finally explode violently, accompanied by crystallization and diffusion into a disordered element.

The final result is not particularly different.

But such a heroic scene still seemed a little too indecent.

The role it plays is not that great, but the addition of the Rat Priest to the battlefield can indeed make up for the Rat's suppression power in the middle stage.

A variety of flying spells can effectively suppress the noble coalition forces trying to seize the front line.

The changes of the times are always so abrupt.

Suddenly, the ratmen priests found that their position on the battlefield began to crumble.

The terrifying catapults and huge siege crossbows may not be able to catch up with the magic cannons of the Ghost Eye people, but when they fall into the quickly built fortresses, they can also effectively strike against the influx of noble coalition forces.

These things currently have the longest attack range in the ratman war system.

The weapons launched by the ratmen priests are far inferior to these terrifying catapults and huge siege crossbows.

Then there are the rat-men priests.

But in fact, the ratmen have never been afraid of close combat of attrition. Before the ratmen priests arrived at the battlefield, the ratmen and the coalition forces of nobles had been fighting round after round on this stretch of territory.

The ratmen failed to gain the upper hand, but they also did not lose too much ground.

They rely on batches of ratmen warriors who are thrown into the trenches.

The arrival of the rat-man priests did not produce any unexpected effect, which was disappointing. How to say it, what these arrogant and mean guys showed was seriously out of line with their appearance.

They are still so versatile, whether it is maintaining morale, coordinating logistics, or suppressing the enemy at medium distance, these guys do a good job.

After incorporating batches of rat priests, the entire Eastern Expeditionary Force became more than twice as flexible, like an old machine that had been lubricated. But how should I put it? This old machine is still the same old machine, it just runs more flexibly.

Perhaps the rat-men priests really need to gradually recognize their own status and not remain so high and mighty.

In the tide of the times, anyone who cannot change his mindset will be drowned by the waves.

Or perhaps the ratmen priests had already made their choice.

On that vast grassland, in that grand battle, when all those rat priests who radically embraced their former glory were destroyed, the rat priests' choices were gone.

Affairs officers, logistics, managers, or in other words, the official system.

The Rat Priests had already been positioned, but their miserable appearance on the battlefield clearly demonstrated this.

To a certain extent, each role and each group in the Ratman Empire has its own responsibilities.

The Great Claw Priests are responsible for the resources and industrial output of the Ratman Empire. The Ratman Priests dominate the flow of resources and the operation of various huge empires. The temple guards are responsible for the belief system, and the Ratman warlords are engaged in foreign wars.

But in fact, the entanglements and relationships between these guys are extremely complex, chaotic and tend to be independent.

Even the most basic Big Claw Priests who are driven by the Ratmen Priests still have a certain degree of independence.

This is not a state that is easy to describe. It can be understood as a country where their military, industry, economy, beliefs or cognition are all relatively independent and can even be separated and become independent at any time.

It seems to be a military country, an industrial country, an economic country, and a country of faith.

These countries united together in a flash, reached a consensus with each other, and started a desperate foreign war.

This is a very bizarre situation.

But in fact, everything has a traceable path, especially after the war machine starts, all the ratmen can benefit from this war.

The Rat Council built by white rats is a good move.

Such an empire is prone to a chain reaction of division caused by a defeat in a war, but the Ratman Parliament provides a platform for all parties to sit down and talk with each other.

This is a kind of relaxation, a relaxation that is not easy to come by. Only with this kind of relaxation can the various groups of rat people sit down and cooperate even if they lose their cornerstone one day.

Just being able to sit down.

Then everything is not a big problem, because in the Ratman Council, there is an eternal big theme waiting for these guys: interests, desires, and war.

No matter which side finally dominates the Skaven Empire, they will eventually find themselves craving for the blessing of the great gods and starting a grand war.

Perhaps after who knows how many years, the rats will truly become a country. After all, the premise has been established by the white rats. As long as they do not encounter a sudden split, cooperation must be the common choice of all rats. After all, a grand war requires the participation of multiple parties. Without any one party, this war machine called the Rat Empire will not run so smoothly.

In the long-term development of the war machinery, perhaps after who knows how many years, the rat people will truly form a country.

When this twisted war machine called the Ratman Empire piled all the ratmen on it and began to roar endlessly.

This is the white rat's gift to the great god.

It is also a dining etiquette designed by white mice to teach people the etiquette of eating food on the plate.

This guy is a crazy wise guy.

The addition of rat priests greatly increased the combat effectiveness of the Eastern Expeditionary Force.

There is just one problem that needs to be solved.

The magic cannon still couldn't handle it.

In the shock of the elements, piece by piece the ratman battle lines were washed into a silent land.

Of course, the ratmen priests did not really want to accept this situation, but they had no other choice. Compared with the Ghost-Eyed People, the ratmen's spell system was like a primitive man wielding a big stick compared to a matchlock soldier in the age of firearms.

One is just getting started, while the other is already knocking on the door of a new era.

Can this be compared? This cannot be compared.

Well, maybe it's not impossible to compare. After all, although the rats are primitive people, they are also a group of primitive people who can play with life and soul. They are a group of super primitive people who can use antimatter to light torches.

But it still takes some time. The ratmen priests, who had been too lazy for a long time, began to think after facing this sudden beating.

They began to think.

Although the war was cruel and rat priests continued to die on the battlefield, this was not a serious matter for the rat priests.

The priests of the rat people also inherited an advantage that is widely present among the rat people, which is more.

Even though they could not flood the battlefield in tens of thousands like ordinary ratmen, the intensity of the war at this time was not too devastating for the ratmen priests.

Even though the intensity of the war is still rising and can gradually be described as cruel, it is still the case.

Think, and more need to think.

…………. The war did not affect everyone.

At least on that vast grassland, the rat farmers are still fighting each other.

The scarlet had completely covered the area without anyone noticing.

Goblins have become the most rampant creature on this grassland. You can see these short and noisy creatures on the scarlet grass that is almost not an inch thick.

These guys are the agricultural products of the rat people's grazing, and are also becoming the most important product in this vast grassland.

The war has gone away from this area, but the killing has disappeared.

The animal husbandry of the rat people began to develop. To be honest, this industry was not safe. The rat people were too picky about sacrifices, so their choices were limited. Intelligent creatures were the most basic requirement.

Goblins have become the most popular choice.

It’s just that these noisy little guys are not very peaceful, which is not surprising, as the rat people’s animal husbandry is still too rough.

Rebellion is a natural thing.

Perhaps they would package this as a glorious sacrifice, invent a non-existent creed, support the emergence of two goblin kingdoms, provoke a war, and then exchange obsolete weapons and various things of unknown value for slaves.

This is the safest approach, but right now no ratman has thought about how to more efficiently exploit the livestock in their pens.

These rat farmers themselves have their rat brains turned into goblin brains.

Fighting between them is commonplace, as they compete for the goblins produced on the land.

These guys have a lot of martial virtue.

Giant rats, full body armor, slave rat guards, and rat mercenaries to help.

It was as if they were fighting a series of small battles. Even the famine that swept across the entire Ratman Empire starting from the Scarlet Grassland not long ago did not affect these guys at all.

Still fighting.

It is hard to say whether this trend is good or bad. The vast grassland was cleared and eaten by the ratmen, and even dyed red, but it seemed that something was still preserved.

For example, this tough atmosphere.

However, this kind of atmosphere does benefit the noisy goblins on the grassland.

With the Scarlet Steppe as witness, they will revolt.

They decided not to succumb to such a tragic fate.

A pitch-black goblin stood up. His name was Dark Goblin. He was a goblin who was born extremely black for some unknown reason.

He seemed to be prepared, waving his arms high and even putting a golden crown on his head.

Many goblins gathered in front of him.

This is the relic of a battlefield. There are many such places on the grassland. They have witnessed many battles and left behind many things.

Broken wooden poles, torn armor, dried and hardened cow dung, leftover bones, and all kinds of messy things.

Of course, nothing good will come of it.

After all, there are a large number of ratmen who are keen on picking up all kinds of things after the battle.

That golden crown was the best thing lost on the battlefield. In fact, it was hard to say whether it was a crown or not. Judging from its shape, it should be a deflated golden bowl.

But such a deflated golden bowl was enough to make the dark goblin called Dark Goblin feel that he had to do something.

Perhaps this is the consequence of the grassland being dyed scarlet.

Goblins themselves are a somewhat noisy race, and those scarlet-dyed grass leaves seem to be slightly poisonous, making these noisy guys seem even more out of tune.

Gather here now.

Led by the dark goblin, they shouted excitedly on the battlefield ruins.

“Down with the rat-men!
Goblins are the most powerful!

Red grass is delicious!
I love this black stone!"

It was hard to understand what these guys were shouting about. Perhaps they themselves didn't understand what they were shouting, but they just started shouting excitedly.

A chaotic rally, a chaotic rally that has reached its most heated stage.

It’s just a pity that this chaotic rally may not be able to continue because of the arrival of some uninvited guests.

Two groups of ratmen appeared at both ends of the sight, with two simple flags firmly placed on a simple chariot.

The battles of these rat farmers are somewhat different from ordinary wars. These guys seem to be particularly pursuing momentum.

The simple but tall chariot, the fluttering crude flags, the excited slave rats, and the crude big bell.

Amid the shouting of the leading slave owner, a chaotic fight was about to begin, with the piercing sound of bells as the background sound. The ruins of the battlefield where the goblins gathered were chosen as the battlefield for the fight.

The goblins' shouts were completely drowned out by the piercing sound of the bells.

As an intelligent race, these noisy little guys are quite wise in most cases.

For example, now, they simply won't shout "Down with the Ratmen" at all.

Our newly born goblin leader, the dark black goblin, the goblin wearing a golden crown, at this time he let out a sharp scream like a female goblin.

Amid sharp roars, the two ratmen troops collided with each other and started a fierce fight. In the process, the goblins were scattered in an instant. Well, this achievement was not even a bonus.

Who would brag about beating up a bunch of goblins as an achievement?

A goblin's dream of becoming a leader was shattered.

The dark goblin lost his golden crown, and the group of goblins gathered together again after their mad escape.

The Dark Goblin lost his crown.

But the other guy raised his arms high.

This is a goblin holding sheep dung. It should be sheep dung that he is holding. Perhaps he can be called the goblin holding sheep dung.

In short, he was crowned, when the previous generation leader, the Dark Goblin, was feeling sad.

He loudly proclaimed his bravery. He defeated a slave rat warrior with the dry sheep dung in his hand. When the rats rushed over, he found an opportunity to stuff the dry sheep dung into the mouth of a slave rat warrior.

The slave rat warrior fell to his knees as expected. This was a vicious attack.

He defeated a slave rat warrior.

The goblins started cheering loudly again.

Their road to resistance seems to be long and arduous at the moment, but they seem to be enjoying it.

(End of this chapter)