From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 355, Words and New Weapons
Passing through the swamp that is always accompanied by a faint stench of decay.

The prairie city appeared before us.

The current grassland city has undergone tremendous changes compared to before. The towering mountains have been hollowed out by the rats, and the city is no longer simple, but complex and huge.

The Big Claw Priest in the Prairie City was the first to discover the tiny cracks that kept appearing in the city, which came from the differences in the world's rules.

As for why the Big Claw Priests of Prairie City were the first to discover this, perhaps it has something to do with the fact that Prairie City was basically carved out of the hard rock of the mountain without much supporting structure attached.

In just a few days, several sections of the city tunnels have collapsed, and the collapse of one of the main roads has caused considerable trouble for the long-distance transportation of Prairie City.

Maintaining the normal operation of a city is an extremely complicated matter.

Especially when the city is still extremely three-dimensional and complex.

As a last resort, the Big Claw Priests began to work overtime for maintenance.

Traveling through this bustling city, recording problematic areas on each piece of leather.

The restart of the war also brought them many benefits. The biggest one was the abundance of leather. Well, even though the skin peeled off from the ratmen warriors was recognized to be of inferior quality, it was cheap and there was no problem in using it.

The increasing expansion of underground cities has caused increasing headaches for the designers, maintainers, and big claw priests of these cities.

An increasingly complex organization, an underground city, is far more complicated than those exaggerated war machines, challenging the boundaries of the ratmen's intelligence.

It also forced them to make continuous progress.

Just like now, some simple things that look like patterns are constantly recorded on the parchment in the hand of the big-clawed priest who is standing on tiptoe to observe the cracks on the wall of the underground tunnel.

The rat people's writing has already taken shape. What is surprising is that it did not come from the interest of those bigwigs, nor from the imitation of the writing of the Youyan people, but appeared silently.

It is related to the great gods, which can be seen just from the form that looks like some special pattern.

It could be that an extremely devout rat man created it in distress, imitating the patterns of gods engraved everywhere. Or it could be that a group of rat men created it together in distress.

Everything happens so naturally; in the turning of the gears of civilization, everything that should be there will be there.

It's just a pity that no one can accept the reward contained in this feat. If you ask these big-clawed priests who began to use this kind of pattern text to say who the creator of these patterns is, I guess no one of them can tell.

Creating words is certainly worthy of praise, and even Du Yuan would personally look at it and bestow gifts.

It is just estimated that the origin of these patterns is probably not the result of the hard work of a single ratman, but the joint creation of countless ratmen.

The big-clawed priest, who was standing on tiptoe, observing the cracks on the tunnel and leaving various patterns on the parchment scroll in his hand, suddenly became troubled when he was finishing.

Not only cracks appeared in this underground tunnel, but some water vapor seeped out of the cracks and condensed into some water droplets.

Prairie City, lower area, the third cave entrance, in the middle, problematic passage, cracks, and some... ?
I recorded the problems that occurred in this area with some difficulty, but some problems arose at the last minute.

How should he record these dewdrops?

While thinking hard, he scratched his head with his sharp claws. It was obvious that this was a very troublesome problem.

Wandering in this underground tunnel.

After thinking for a long time, he finally figured out what to do.

He opened the small bag around his waist, dipped some black powder into it with his sharp claws, and then carved an image of a water drop with a few lines at the end of the leather in his hand. The job was done.

The big-clawed priest nodded with satisfaction, put away the leather, and hurried to the next area.

He did something unusual.

These few simple strokes may be the origin of the word "water" in the rat civilization. No matter what the rats end up to, destruction or prosperity, in the future, whenever the word "water" appears, the source will be him.

But he didn't know how extraordinary these few simple strokes of his were, and he would most likely put the matter behind him tonight.

The writing of the Rat People was improved bit by bit in this process.

It is now difficult to trace which rat man was the first to create writing.

All I can say is that guy missed a big gift.

Although he also gave a big gift to all the rats.

But the two are not essentially contradictory.

Perhaps after knowing this, he would feel extremely remorseful, beat his chest and stamp his feet, and even would never forget it until his death.

But he will probably never know what he did.

Okay, that’s a bit confusing.

In short, the abnormal civilization of the rat people has taken a big step forward, and the gears of civilization are slowly turning.

Perhaps one day, they will be able to step out of barbarism, embrace civilization, embrace rationality, and embrace themselves.

The god they worship will not stop them from doing this.

It's probably just an expectation.

But in the end Du Yuan still gave his reward.

“Finally, I have my own words?”

In the dead sun, on the throne made of bones, the god who seemed somewhat lonely gave his gift with some satisfaction.

It’s a pity that no ratman realized what was implied in this matter. Even though these crooked words that looked more like pictures were spreading more and more widely in the Ratman Empire, no one took them seriously.

All this gift belongs to all rat people.

Without any warning, this gift came.

Just like last time, Du Yuan once again gave a chance to all the ratmen.

It must be admitted that the fate of most rat people may have been determined since their birth.

This was especially true after Du Yuan bestowed the corpses of human gods, which turned into two long ladders in the ratman's origin.

But Du Yuan is fair and generous.

Du Yuan left a possibility for those most ordinary and despicable guys.

If the woolly mouse were still alive today, her dream might have come true.

Although this is just a possibility, it requires more effort and you may still not go as far as those guys who are born standing on the long ladder.

Well, maybe the word generous isn’t quite right.

After all, with Du Yuan's current ability, he can completely pull up all the ratmen and shape this group of noisy guys at will with his own strength.

The immortal species has innate wisdom and is proficient in many martial arts. From adulthood, they have terrifying powers that they can control on their own.

Being able to forcibly transform this group of noisy guys into a legendary race similar to dragons and phoenixes.

Maybe it's impossible now, but it will be soon. It's just a pity that Du Yuan doesn't seem to have such an idea.

As for why he didn't do this, I don't know, and I don't know what Du Yuan was thinking.

After all, that mysterious and incomprehensible appearance is itself a privilege unique to gods.

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In Lianyan Province, the advancing rats encountered some troubles.

A group of strange human troops caught the war priests off guard.

Before encountering this group of guys, their advance seemed to be extremely smooth.

These continuous mountains did not cause much trouble to the rat people. Be it the rat people themselves, or those deformed giant rats, rat trolls and the like, they were all able to come and go freely in this dangerous mountain environment.

Although for the sake of mobility, a large number of war equipment were left behind.

There were not many obstacles in conquering this area. During the invasion of the Eastern Expeditionary Force, this place had been almost completely taken over by the various rat warlords of Shuzhanfeng.

There was no effective resistance at all in the first half of the journey.

A tribe of mountain people, two or three in number, saw the rats and the demonized beasts running away with their tails between their legs.

A large number of settlements were destroyed in the last invasion.

In order to obtain more sacrifices, the leading war priest even took the initiative to disperse the army to look for traces of the mountain people's settlements.

Things began to change when the rats got closer to the river.

The patrol boat of the Ghost Eye people discovered their traces.

The large-scale river crossing was under intensive preparation. At this time, a strange human army appeared in the sight of the war priests.

It was in the dark.

The war priest set the time for crossing the river at night.

Countless ratmen wandered on one side of the river. Facing this broad and turbulent river, these cruel, cowardly and noisy guys showed a rather hesitant attitude.

In order to save time and to better express themselves, the war priests did not spend a lot of time looking for the most suitable location.

Simply waiting and watching.

A slightly flatter river bend was selected.

That big river that becomes flat around the corner is an inducement, not a good choice.

The leading ratman warrior had just mustered up his courage, but he disappeared in an instant after diving into the river bend in front of him.

This immediately stopped the other ratmen warriors that followed.

The leading war priest stared at the river bend in front of him, which looked particularly deep in the darkness. His expression was not very good.

The war priests were no strangers to battles on land, underground, or in siege warfare, but they still seemed a little overwhelmed when faced with such a big river.

However, this large-scale river crossing operation still started on time, almost at the moment when night fell.

Compared to before, the ratmen warriors now have an extra rope around their waists.

Amid the swaying flags, the ratmen warriors leaped into the river in front of them, and soon some unlucky guys began to struggle violently in the water.

The ropes around their waists prevented them from being swept away by the underwater rapids and whirlpools in an instant, but the situation was not much better.

Such a desperate struggle did not make the leading war priest hesitate at all, and more ratmen warriors began to jump into the river.

Not far away, some flames appeared. Those were the warships of the Youyan people. But for some reason, they did not rush over this time and only attacked the ratmen who were struggling in the river.

Just hanging far away.

The leading war priest frowned. This was an abnormal situation. He did not understand it and felt a little uneasy.

But they did not retreat. Instead, they drove their troops to speed up their pace even more violently. The undercurrents and whirlpools in the river bend were rapidly devouring the lives of the ratmen warriors.

One by one, the ratmen disappeared into the river, and soon floated up with more ratmen.

Every ratman who jumped into the river had a rope tied around his waist, but the rope was of little use.

Your companions who are afraid of being dragged into the water by you will cut the safety ropes connected to themselves without hesitation, and then bypass the area that threatens your life.

It can't go any faster.

Suddenly, a dazzlingly bright light appeared on the other side of the river bend.

Team after team of human soldiers holding strange long tubes lined up neatly on the opposite side of the river bend.

He frowned, not understanding what these guys were doing.

The first group of ratmen warriors who jumped into the water were almost reaching the opposite bank.

The leading war priest was certain that no matter what these guys had in their hands, the ratmen who washed ashore would tear them to pieces.

Have such confidence.

Until the human army in the front row knelt on one knee and lowered their bodies, the strange long tube was raised high.

The next moment, beams of bright light appeared in the eyes of the war priest.

The bursting magic beams continued to fall on the ratmen warriors in the river bend.

There was almost no struggle, and the ratmen warriors sank silently into the water after being hit.

what is this?
Why can that group of strange-looking troops continuously launch... launch divine spells?
Are they all priests?
Is this an army composed entirely of priests?
At this moment, many questions arose in the mind of the leading war priest.

But unfortunately no one can answer this question.

What dealt him a greater blow than the strange-looking priest troops was the appearance of the warships with trawlers hanging from their sterns.

Having abandoned their weapons of war, they were unable to launch an effective attack against the warships on the rivers.

There is no chance of successfully crossing the river this time.

In the river, countless ratmen warriors died miserably under the blows of the human warships and the magic beams that kept bursting out from the opposite river bank.

It's so miserable.

However, their leader, the leading war priest, was indifferent to them floating in the river. Instead, he cast a thoughtful gaze towards the strange army opposite.

Something new appeared in the rat people's vision, on the battlefield, and in the hands of the enemy.

(End of this chapter)