From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 363: I am still a rat warlord
The pier began to collapse.

It fell into the river bay, and the people standing on the dock found it difficult to escape and fell into the water one after another.

The heavy elemental chaos cannon also fell into the river bend due to this accident, along with the red-eyed mage who accompanied the army.

The scene was chaotic.

The Empire's First Magical Machinery Unit was worthy of its elite reputation; even though it was a remnant army, it was so formidable. In such a situation, the survivors crawled out of the river bay like evil spirits, holding their magic rifles, clinging to the wreckage left by the collapsed dock, and frantically attacked the incoming ratmen.

The two sides were almost fighting each other in this piece of water ruins.

It wasn't until these guys' magic rifles ran out of magic energy replenishment that this war of outnumbering others really made any progress.

Qi jumped into the river bend eagerly and paddled hard in the lake water which had become turbid due to the chaos of the battle.

Until I climbed up a ruin, I saw a guy with a flag on his back lying weakly, holding his stomach.

He is the commander of the empire's first magic machinery unit.

Apparently, he came out defeated from the siege.

Some corpses, dying ratmen warriors, and a few still standing ratmen warriors stood beside the enemy commander.

Qi's eyes swept over the fallen guy, and after confirming that he posed no threat to him, his gaze fell on the flag he was carrying.

The derivative was a little more passionate, after all, this was the token of his allegiance that he was going to submit to those big shots.

He stretched out his claws, eager to grab the flag.

But he failed to pull it away in an instant, and the flag was held tightly by this dying, damned guy.

The guy, whose abdomen was still bleeding, raised his head and cast a contemptuous look at Qi.

This is a kind of sarcasm that can be shared without understanding the language.

Qi's eyes narrowed.

A mouthful of saliva was spurted out and directed towards Qi. At this moment, Qi also cut off his head.

Perhaps because he was born in a dark corner of the city, Qi didn't care so much about humiliation. He cared more about more practical things.

He finally pulled the flag into his arms, under the gaze of the rat people present.

He learned it by himself and raised the enemy flag high in his hand, which was seen by the surviving ratmen.

Sporadic cheers appeared among the ruins.

This was a tragic victory. It was hard to say whether even one tenth of the 100,000-man army survived the attack.

In other words, there were not even ten thousand people gathered, and only a few scattered rat people appeared in front of the flag.

A tragic victory, but a victory nonetheless.

About to leave.

Qi promised rewards to the ratmen who besieged the enemy commander, and the surviving ratmen slowly gathered around him.

Miserable situation.

There really aren't many Nezumi left.

Qi was holding the flag tightly in his hand at this moment. It was obvious that the next thing to do was to ignore him.

It's a big gamble.

Before leaving, Qi did not forget one thing: the enemy commander's head was kicked into the river bend by him, and it was floating up and down in the water.

Qi fled with his remaining troops in a frenzy, leaving behind only a mess of ruins and a large number of corpses.

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The Twin Fortresses, Qi returned here. He was the first ratman warlord to return here. He was waiting outside the temple of the gods with some uneasiness.

He had already sent up the flag. Next, the reaction of the big shot among the temple guards would determine his fate. He couldn't help but feel nervous and began to wander in front of the gate in small steps.

Finally, the results came out.

A big shot was willing to summon him. Qi's face showed a clear expression of surprise.

Well, he looked a bit flattering now. After all, the current rat warlords were generally not that tough.

Stride into the hall.

In the divine pillar in the center of the temple, he saw a temple guard wearing gorgeous armor.

In this gamble, Qi won half of the money and got the investment. The temple guards are willing to provide you with funding, but there is a prerequisite.

The flag was not enough to prove his worth, another task was assigned.

Capture a fortress.

He was not allowed to go in his current state. All kinds of resources, soldiers, deformed ratmen, storm rats, etc. were piled up behind the Twin Fortresses.

The flag can take away part of it.

Qi left the Temple of the Gods.

Obviously, this was not an easy task, but he had no other options.

The flattery on his face was removed, and he looked more thoughtful.

He had no other choice, no other option but to capture the fortress or disappear from the battlefield.

Take a step forward.

I crawled out of the heavy door with a crack opened, and came to the other side of the Twin Fortresses, the other side connecting to the subcontinent and the scarlet grassland.

It is very lively here, with a large number of rat people gathered here.

A large permanent gathering was set up in that open space, with rat caravans coming and going here, various rat mercenaries, and rat farmers dragging their own agricultural products.

Of course, these are not the most important.

The most important things are the various resources, weapons, war machines, and those young rats piled up in the corners like mountains.

He can choose almost any of these to fill his army and form a truly powerful army.

Only when he had a truly powerful army could he be considered a true rat warlord.

No matter what, he will soon become a true rat warlord again. Isn't this the reason why he does all this?

He is not the flag of a lowly person, he is the flag of a rat warlord, he is the flag of a big man.

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In a corner of the gathering, Qi saw a familiar figure, the colleague he met in the mountains.

A Skaven warlord like himself.

But at this time, his colleague was not in such a good situation.

In the corner, he was hung high up, looking so weak that he didn't even have the strength to struggle.

A big claw priest stood in front of the guy who was hung high.

He kept introducing the product, as if trying to attract people to offer a good price, and the product was exactly the one that was hung high.

It’s just a pity that no one cares.

From time to time, some rat people stopped, but no one was willing to ask the price.

The guy who was hung high up didn't look very good at all. He was dark all over, not tall enough, and looked weak.

It really doesn't look that good.

If no ratman is willing to bid, the guy being hung high up will probably not have a good end. The Big Claw Priests are not particularly kind to useless goods.

Just at this time.

The hung black rat man saw the flag.

(End of this chapter)