From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 334, Pilgrim's Battle
Of course, the flag will not remain idle forever. When power is distributed and the situation stabilizes, the war will begin again.

After all, if the war does not continue, how can the breeding rooms, planting rooms, various workshops, cities, and temples of gods be maintained?

There have to be rat people to take responsibility for these.

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The holy war entered an intense stage of preparation.

That lush forest, the once lush forest, has now completely changed its appearance. After a large number of trees died, even the originally clear stream has taken on a rotten smell.

The indigenous people of the forest, those who had stubbornly survived the rats' repeated raids, also completely disappeared during this period of time.

Goblins, bunnymen, gulf stream murlocs and the like, these guys with incredibly tenacious vitality, all their traces disappeared completely in the forest.

Instead, traces of lizardmen and snakemen appeared in the swamp again. Perhaps under the pressure of survival, these losers gathered together again, and even launched attacks on several small rat cities built on the edge of the forest several times.

However, this time, the revived lizardmen and snakemen did not attract the encirclement and suppression of the ratmen army. Instead, a large number of ratmen slave-hunting teams appeared on the outskirts of the swamp.

During the endless night, the agreement between these swamp races and the ratmen caravans gradually lost its effectiveness.

However, even though it was active, it did not attract much attention.

Just a bunch of losers.

Not to mention such a small-scale attack, even if they recovered their most powerful strength, they would not be a huge threat to the rat people.

The greatest value may be reflected in serving as sacrifices. As the first group of heretics encountered by the ratmen, some sophisticated ratmen priests are not reluctant to pay a generous price for some living lizardmen.

But that's about it.

The rats no longer considered these defeated survivors as their opponents.

In the lush forest, large areas of withered trees were cut down, and countless ratmen gathered here.

Shout slogans loudly.

Many of the fanatical guys had red eyes on the spot.

Ah, for the gods, what a glorious slogan.

Many of the confused ratmen were involved in this war. They simply could not resist such a glorious slogan. It was not surprising, because a large number of these guys were determined to abandon everything they had and embark on this pilgrimage regardless of the consequences.

Perhaps the group of Big Claw Priests themselves had not anticipated that the slogan they shouted just to earn more blood mushrooms would become a deeply rooted custom in such a short period of time, a fanatical pursuit with a hint of haziness and glory.

Countless ratmen set out on this pilgrimage from all over the empire.

Well, maybe it has something to do with this twisted country.

Born, grow up, be enslaved, be driven, grow up, break free from slavery, and then get confused.

Corresponding to the increasingly large group of free ratmen is an environment that has hardly changed.

The term "room for growth" is a very unfamiliar term to ordinary rat people. The only difference between this deformed country and a real stagnant water is that the word "faith" runs through it.

Freedom also brings confusion.

After all, rats are a group of truly intelligent creatures.

What's more, for these ratmen free people, what they are most accustomed to during the long period from their birth to freedom is being shouted at, whipped, scolded, and driven.

Until the sudden freedom.

In confusion, I began to call out the name of God and embarked on this pilgrimage.

Then he was drafted into the army.

The war has not officially begun, but small-scale probing and harassment have begun.

These poor guys were the first to be pushed onto the battlefield.

Neither the ratmen priests nor the temple guards regarded this group of guys with complex composition and mixed qualities as trump cards, but used them as cannon fodder.

It's not surprising. Just by calling out the names of gods a few times, do you really become an apostle of God and be on an equal footing with them?

On the contrary, most of these poor guys firmly believe in those slogans.

After all, who are the ones shouting these slogans? The rat-man priests, these big men, the servants of God, the temple guards, the same big men, the guardians of the temple of God.

Just like that, he was pushed onto the battlefield.

Fortunately, neither the temple guards nor the ratmen priests skimped on equipment for these poor pilgrims.

Chain mail, metal spear, small round shield, short-handled mace, short sword, leather armor, and crossbow.

Neither the temple guards nor the rat priests were poor, and neither of them was overly stingy. After the tall towers emitting billowing black smoke were built one after another.

These simple weapons and equipment became something that you could have as much as you wanted.

The wealthy rat-man priests and temple guards hardly placed any restrictions on the items distributed. Except for the full body armor, everything could be chosen freely.

This is just the distribution of weapons, there is also enough food.

For these high-ranking figures, resources never seem to be in short supply. Even blood mushrooms are placed there casually as a kind of incentive.

This is a holy war.

The pilgrims grasped their weapons and stepped onto the battlefield with trembling bodies, under the shouts of the rat-men priests or the gazes of the temple guards.

This is a holy war!

Not all ratmen have faced heretics, and not all ratmen are qualified to become firewood burning on the battlefield. What's more, the one standing in front of them at this moment is none other than the ratmen themselves, who are no different from them.

Rat men are not afraid of rat men.

What's more, this is a holy war!

They shouted the name of the great god loudly and offered their achievements to him. In their confusion, they had already dedicated everything they had to the god. This deformed country was really too depressing.

Wisdom does not bring all good things, it is also a curse, a curse. You lowly fellows, how can you be qualified to think about the meaning of existence? Just leave everything to God. You don’t need to think so much, just shout out his greatness, just shout out his greatness.

Many of the ratmen pilgrims trembled at the thought of being able to run in a holy war. There was no need for the ratmen priests to cast inspiring spells, nor did they need to urge the fighting ratmen to lower their spears in the back.

My eyes were red, I was extremely violent, I shouted loudly, and ran wildly without caring about anything, I was so excited.

"For the gods! For the great gods!"

They shouted loudly and enthusiastically, and then they met a group of guys who were in the same situation as them.

These rat pilgrims serve as cannon fodder and vanguards.

These guys didn't perform particularly well. Compared to the professional ratmen army, although the momentum was enough, this war was extremely chaotic.

Sure enough, long-range weapons are not suitable for these guys to use, and a large number of crossbow arrows that were thrown out almost all fell on their teammates.

One by one, the ratmen pilgrims fell under the heavy blows of their friendly forces.

What is going on now is probing and harassment. The scale is not large.

The fight was extremely chaotic, and only when they were truly facing death could one tell whether these guys who were shouting fanatically were truly devout.

Running away, retreating, shouting loudly in fear.

Of course, this cannot fully explain whether one is pious or not. It may just be that faith has not completely overwhelmed fear.

Not all ratmen can face war calmly, especially these pilgrims, many of whom were just slave rats taking care of breeding rooms, planting rooms, or busy in mines before gaining their freedom. However, this does not include the industrial area, as the environment in the industrial area is too harsh. Even if the slave rats can escape from that scorching area, they often cannot survive for long.

For these guys, cowardice is a certainty. After all, those who dared to resist had already died from being whipped by the Big Claw Priests.

Having the courage to embark on the pilgrimage may be all they have.

Asking them to be brave is difficult in itself.

Of course, there are cowardly guys, and of course there are guys who are not afraid at all.

They raised their weapons high and charged forward fanatically, attacking every figure that appeared in front of them. The same group showed two completely different states, which also created this chaotic situation.

The battlefield was dim and the land was uneven, although the withered trees around the place where the large rat army was stationed had been cut down on a large scale.

However, the felling was not thorough, and bare tree stumps were left on the surface. The land was also uneven, with some undulations.

There was a small river with a faint stench not far from the battlefield.

The fanatical guys ran wildly on the chaotic battlefield.

Ratmen kept dying and fleeing in panic. An extremely fanatical guy met a guy with the same red eyes.

Roaring with excitement.

"Heretics! Godless heretics!
I will kill you! I will kill you!"

Such words made his opponent furious.

Beside him, a young rat man could no longer bear the threat of death and tried to retreat in fear, but was pierced through the body by a spear.

The chain mail he was wearing could not save him, although it was indeed more effective in defending against blows.

The ratmen pilgrims are of different ages, some are old and some are young.

This fanatical guy is obviously not young. The hair around his mouth has grown a long section, and the texture is extremely dry and curly, which does not look young.

Probably a guy escaping from the battlefield.

He wielded the spear in his hand much more methodically than any other guy on the battlefield, and there was a slight unnaturalness in his left leg.

Like a guy running away from a battlefield.

To escape from the battlefield, you don't necessarily have to go past those cruel executioners. Sometimes it's easy if you're willing to pay a price. For example, the Eastern Expeditionary Force of Rat War would abandon those guys who were disabled in the war.

It’s not entirely true to say that they were abandoned. To be precise, the ratman supervisory teams in the Eastern Expeditionary Force would not stop the disabled ratmen from leaving on their own.

This gave rise to a mature escape strategy. When the battle was about to be won, one only had to inflict some injuries on oneself that could never be recovered from, and then one could leave smoothly.

Of course, such a departure is not without price. Becoming a defective guy is not a very easy situation to accept, even if the injuries on the body are caused by oneself, they are not too serious.

But defective products are defective products.

This fanatic possessed the most distinctive features of the fleeing ratmen.

But after all, he escaped from the real ratman army. With such a foundation, the heretic in front of him was easily killed by him.

He waved the spear high in his hand.

The expression on his face was so ferocious in his frenzy.

The old fellow kept shouting loudly.

Calling upon the great God.

It's very strange that if he was a guy who was willing to become a defective product to escape from the battlefield, why is he so fanatical and desperate now?

One after another, the ratmen who obviously had not participated in the war fell under his attack.

Such performance was too eye-catching.

Soon after, several ratmen who surrounded him killed him in a fight.

Of course, those guys who killed the old rat man were also shouting about the greatness of God.

Ratman pilgrims kept falling down in this bare and uneven forest.

Soon, the test ended and both sides retreated in large numbers.

Of course, the next test will begin soon. Both the temple guards and the rat priests have learned their lessons and will no longer supply these rat pilgrims with bows and crossbows.

In conflict after conflict.

A large number of corpses were dumped in the area, leaving the land gradually stained with a hint of blood red.

Of course, their role does not stop there.

Through repeated tests and harassment, both sides gradually completed their preparations.

Compared to this group of rat-man pilgrims of mixed quality, whether it is the temple guards or the rat-man priests, the regular army they gathered together is obviously much superior.

The scene is no longer just a small fight.

A grand war is about to officially begin.

Of course, although these pilgrims are not that useful, they still have a place in this war.

It's like being pushed to the front of the army, used as a vanguard, and used as a consumable.

Even this sacred pilgrimage is sometimes better not to be undertaken during these overly stressful times.

Du Yuan himself, the great god of the rat people, has no prejudice against any of his believers, although it is not easy to meet him, or even almost impossible for ordinary believers to do so.

But Du Yuan has no prejudice against any ratman who believes in him.

But the bigwigs, who were of the same tribe as them and believed in the same God, were not so kind.

In this war, neither the temple guards nor the rat-men priests were very respectful.

Du Yuan’s followers are killing Du Yuan’s followers.

But looking at it from another perspective, to a certain extent, the temple guards and rat priests are also Du Yuan's believers, and they are also Du Yuan's most devout believers.

Well, this might be the reason why Du Yuan just watched such an awkward scene happen.

(End of this chapter)