From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 367, Victory, Winner
The slave rats walked onto the battlefield in fear, driven by the Big Claw Priest.

They are a bunch of cheap guys, and no one would care about them even if they died.

They were driven to climb the high mountain, and trembling in fear as they chiseled the hard stone wall. The slave rats dug out stone steps one after another, forming a path leading to the top of the mountain.

This didn't seem realistic until the trail started to widen.

The Dark-Eyed human defenders in the fortress finally became a little more anxious. More things were poured down, and countless slave rats fell down. These guys were too cheap.

It was even far less valuable than the rolling logs that poured down from the human coalition in the mountain fortress.

The path continued upwards, amidst the piles of dead slave rats.

In just ten days, all the slave rats carried by the Big Claw Priests were consumed. It was difficult to calculate how many slave rats died, two hundred thousand, three hundred thousand, or even more.

Hard to know.

The next batch of slave rats will arrive in three days, but Qi is no longer willing to wait.

A full-scale general offensive is about to begin.

Before the general attack began, Qi deliberately found Heimao. Neither the storm rats nor Heimao participated in the previous attack. Even though Qi did not like these overly arrogant storm rats, he had to admit that it was undoubtedly a waste to consume these guys in climbing that towering mountain.

Qi stared at the dark, short mouse in front of him.

He spoke to him word by word.

"You have to climb that fortress, and you have to help me win this war!"

This seems to be a statement that does not need to be emphasized. In fact, Heimao is undoubtedly tied to the flag in this war.

But Qi was a little uneasy.

Not everyone can face the gamble of the upcoming answer with excitement and calmness.

Qi is not a gambler, although he has been gambling all the way.

Heimao raised his head.

Glanced at the flag.

"After this, we are even."

A grand mobilization began.

Qi began to shout loudly again, no longer emphasizing those empty words endlessly like before.

"Defeat them, charge up to the fortress, kill them all, and I will reward you with blood mushrooms and everything you want!"

Yes, he could indeed give these now. After all, what else could these ordinary ratmen warriors want? It was nothing more than blood mushrooms and ranks. These were enough to be proved by the ratmen guards who were surrounding Qi and staring at him with fanatical eyes, those guards who were displayed in front of all the ratmen warriors like a signboard, those guards of Qi.

The mobilization was very effective.

The much faster breathing and slight commotion showed the excitement of these guys.

The Ratman warlord is of course a big shot, and can easily promise these lowly guys everything they want.

But it is not easy to become a real rat warlord.

Resources, reputation, power, without any of these, nothing will work.

Qi's promise has not expired, but there is a prerequisite. To win this war, at least for now, Qi still needs the support of the temple guards to become a true rat warlord.

Charge! The charge begins!

The surging desire can make these young rats cast aside their fear, until blood and death burst out in front of them, but there is no turning back.

Anyone who retreats or wavers will be executed, and black gun muzzles are set behind all the ratmen.

Amid the angry roar of the flag, they ran wildly along the excavated path. This blood-soaked path indeed made this charge much easier.

The young rats quickly crossed the fatal mountainside, but the trail was not completely completed.

The last third remains.

In the almost non-stop harassment and consumption, many supplies in the fortress had been consumed, including rolling logs, boulders, kerosene, arrows, and even the gray beams of light had become much sparse.

However, the excellent geographical location still made the rat people's advancement extremely difficult.

This last one-third of the distance is particularly difficult.

This is when a surprise force is needed.

The storm rats broke out from the dense crowd of ordinary ratmen warriors without any warning, and climbed up at an extremely fast speed. They suddenly stood out from the crowd, making it difficult for people to react.

The defenders of this fortress are exhausted.

The Big Claw Priests who drove the slave rats to climb were even more cruel than the Flag Chief. During those long ten days, the slave rats climbed up almost without a moment's rest, until the last slave rat fell from the cliff, staring with wide eyes among the pile of corpses.

Heimao held a round metal shield in his hand and rushed to the front of all the ratmen. Being so conspicuous, he naturally became the easiest target.

A beam of lightning shot out and hit the round shield in Heimao's hand. As his body instinctively spasmed, the small round shield slipped out of his hand and began to fall off the cliff.

It seemed like he was facing death, but such a disastrous exit was too undignified.

Until an angry roar was heard.

A large sword full of gaps slammed heavily into the hard rock wall, penetrated into it, and fixed the falling figure of the black-haired man.

But his current condition was not good. All the hair on his body stood up, and there was a faint burnt smell.

The lightning seemed to have angered him. He pulled out the greatsword that was stuck in the cliff and stopped making any defensive moves. He roared and climbed up at an even faster speed, carrying with him the storm rats, which were taller than ordinary ratmen, madly upwards.

Until the final leap.

During this crazy climb, out of the five thousand storm rats, only three thousand survived and fought on the city wall with Blackfur. Even though these guys were indeed stronger and taller than ordinary ratmen, it was obvious that they were not able to cope well with this dangerous battlefield.

After all, falling from such a height, whether you are a slave rat or a rat troll with extremely tenacious vitality, the final result will be almost the same.

And climbing up this fortress, standing on its windswept ramparts, is not the end.

A brutal fight is about to begin.

Every hair on his body stood up in black. Under his feet was a wizard with wide eyes. It was he who had dropped the lightning just now.

It's not that there are no injuries.

His left arm was hit by a beam of magic energy during the sprint just now, leaving a charred hole. Fortunately, the beam did not hit his bone. The sword in his hand was stuck in the corpse under his feet, and the sharp claws of his left hand were inserted into the wound left by the magic energy beam.

The charred flesh was dug out alive, and his eyes turned red with bloodshot due to the severe pain.

Blood started to flow out of his flesh again, and for a moment he even wanted to kneel down on the ground in pain. Gritting his teeth, he trembled as he pulled the leather bag off his waist, and poured the blood mushrooms into his mouth one by one.

The crazy fighting has already begun.

The warriors of the Ghost-Eyed Human Magic Mechanical Army drew out the war hammers at their waists one after another. In the sleepless defense, the mental state of these guys was extremely bad. Their eyes were red and their expressions were a bit dazed.

But it did not prevent them from drawing their weapons resolutely towards the storm rats that climbed onto the city wall in unspeakable hatred.

The hatred between the two sides seems to need no explanation.

They fought each other on this narrow city wall.

Even though their respective technologies are constantly improving, both humans and ratmen are putting more energy into those huge and dangerous war machines.

The power and accuracy of magic firearms have been increasing, but there seems to be no trend of evolving towards more types and application scenarios.

When they were close to each other, brutal close combat and slashing with cold weapons were undoubtedly the first option.

It’s hard to say who led whom onto this wrong path.

But it doesn’t matter, the ultimate goal is to kill the opponent anyway.

With hideous faces, red eyes, and hatred, they fought to the death.

What was somewhat unexpected was that these human warriors who kept pouring in seemed to be a little too tenacious, or rather, they had no choice but to be tenacious.

This is the last chance to repel the ratmen's attack. If these storm rats are allowed to gain a foothold, there will be almost no suspense about what will happen next. Such a scene has happened many times in human fortresses and cities.

As they continued to push forward, this narrow city wall even became a benefit to the storm rats.

In the brutal battle, people on both sides continued to die.

The storm rats were beginning to feel exhausted until the black-haired creature's roar was heard.

He would keep his promise in exchange for Qi saving his life.

Dragging his drooping left arm, he pulled out his sword, which was full of gaps, from the corpse beneath him.

At this time, a series of fireballs flew over. In panic, the storm rats raised their shields high and formed a shield wall above their heads. Amid the explosion, the guy dragging the big sword rushed out from the crowd of storm rats and broke into the battle like a spearhead. He did not retreat at all and even began to counterattack with the storm rats.

Amid the almost ferocious delay of Blackfur and the Storm Rats, more and more ratmen climbed up to the fortress on the high mountain, and chaos was everywhere.

But the battle has not stopped yet. Due to the glorious record of the rats, the enemy's surrender is almost unrealistic for them.

The battle became more intense. If the human warriors might have still had some hope in the previous battle, hoping to push the storm rats down, now, they were more likely to die together in despair and self-abandonment.

The chaos and fighting lasted for a long time.

The fort was littered with dead bodies.

Heimao stabbed the sword in his hand into the body of a guy who was resisting stubbornly.

There was not much noise in the fortress anymore.

There were not many storm rats left in his hands, but those who survived were more convinced of him. These arrogant guys worshipped power more.

The flag was raised and the fortress was climbed, surrounded by a group of fanatical guards.

No matter what he paid or what was promised, there was no doubt that he had won now.

Heimao dragged his scarred body towards him.

Standing before him.

Both sides looked at each other.

"We are now clear of all ties."

He left behind these words and left with the storm rats that followed him.

This guy has always made it very clear on his face what he thinks and what he wants to do. He will never surrender to Qi obediently.

Especially when he didn't think Qi was such a powerful guy.

If it wasn't for Qi saving his life.

Qi looked at Heimao's departing back and did not do anything else unnecessary. This was indeed what he had promised Heimao.

The two sides have since parted ways.

Not long after, the old big-clawed priest also climbed up, but his expression was a little weird, perhaps because he saw the black-haired man leaving.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but in the end he chose to keep quiet. Of course, there might be another reason why he kept quiet, which was that he didn't find the flag.

At the highest point of the fortress, in an ordinary room, Qi found a guy slumped over on the table. Judging from the guy's clothes, he seemed to be the supreme commander of the fortress.

I just don't know why he didn't choose to join the battle.

Dark blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, and he was lifeless, as if he had taken some kind of poison.

Outside the room, fanatical shouts rang out one after another. The surviving rats were shouting madly. Of course, this also foreshadowed the beginning of a riot. After all, looting after a battle was a natural thing.

Qi noticed something strange coming from the body of the human commander slumped on the table.

Before he died, his eyes seemed to be fixed on a certain direction. He walked in that direction, came to a closed window, and pushed it open.

But there was nothing too surprising.

The view from this fortress is surprisingly good. Qi can even see things on the other side of the river from the window sill, including a few scattered villages and endless greenery on the other side of the river.

He looked around and then looked away in disappointment.

To be honest, Qi is very happy now, but he just doesn't show it.

He won anyway.

This was the most difficult and largest war he had ever fought.

He won.

he made it!

In short, now is the time to embrace the glory that belongs to you.

Leaving this room, at the highest point of the fortress, the flag was greeted by the cheers of the rat people.

"Flag! Flag! The great flag!"

(End of this chapter)