From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 378, Steam and Magic Power
The ratmen rushed in from the east of the main continent, holding their flags high. They were endless and black. They crossed the solid defense line that had hindered them for a long time and ran wildly amid fanatical shouts.

But this is not a good thing for the Youyan people.

Caesar finally signed his name to the joint letter.

Those young figures began to step onto the battlefield in excitement. It was obvious that these too young figures did not understand what they were facing.

In general, they have no better idea of ​​what war means than those who have experienced it firsthand.

A slightly older girl ran wildly on the crowded street, passing through winding alleys, and finally stopped in front of a simple shack.

Pushing open the door of the shack, a silent guy appeared in front of me.

It can be seen that this guy is not very old, but for some reason, he looks lifeless.

The girl shouted loudly at the silent guy.

"Xius, the army is recruiting soldiers today. I'm going to sign up. I won't be able to take care of you every day. You can't get drunk every day anymore!"

But there was no response for a while.

What came into view was still that dull and lifeless expression.

The girl couldn't help but bite her lip.

This guy is rotting, he has been like this all these years, but he wasn't like this before.

This made the girl yell at him even louder.

"Hughes, I will definitely go back to avenge Grandpa Pitchfork and you. The rats are back!"

Perhaps it was because of hearing the word "ratman" that this dull guy finally came to his senses.

But soon, those expressions dimmed again.

The girl did not become more depressed. She had been living like this for the past three years.

After the fearless and brave knight ran into obstacles with one lord after another, was driven out by one church after another, became more and more silent, and finally ended up settling in a marginal city on the eastern coast of the empire, he changed.

He drank all day and even sold his armor and warhorse.

He became a hopeless wretch.

He was in a daze and completely drunk.

After leaving the house, the woman next to her greeted the girl enthusiastically.

The girl responded happily.

"Good afternoon, Aunt Larry!"

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his face showed a hint of panic.

"I can't chat with you, Aunt Larry, I have things to do!"

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

house.

The lifeless guy did not remain in a daze any longer.

Muttering the word "rat man" in his mouth, he slowly stood up and pulled out a long box from under the bed in the corner of the room. He opened the box and saw a dusty long sword lying quietly in the box. He carefully wiped the dust off the long sword with his hand, and dots of purple stars appeared on the sword.

A dazzling light appeared before his eyes, and when the man picked up the sword, the sunlight outside the house shone through the sword onto the man's face.

The impatient and careless girl forgot to close the door.

A strange face appeared in front of him, with messy long hair, overlong, tangled and greasy beard, pale face, thin body, and lifeless eyes.

For the first time in these years, the man's mood began to become extremely excited.

The sword in his hand fell to the ground, and he staggered back a few steps, his eyes and face full of fear.

This is not him, he would not be like this, he would not be like this.

He just sat down on the ground, his face full of fear and ferocity like a wounded beast.

Amidst all the noise, a woman pushed open the door that was not tightly closed.

"What happened! This is Old Peter's territory! You petty thieves should be careful!"

But what came into view was not the shameful thief, but a man sitting on the ground with a ferocious face and a terrifying aura.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

The woman fled in panic.

More sunlight shone in, filling the room with light. It was too dazzling, the sunlight was too dazzling!

The man subconsciously waved his arms, trying to grab something from the ground to block the sunlight. He grabbed a wine bottle and raised the glass bottle with a faint green color in front of him.

On the curved surface, the man's face appeared again, and this time he could finally see it clearly.

The wine bottle fell and shattered, and the man's face showed a little more calmness.

Muttering softly.

"How did I become like this?"

As night fell, the girl finally finished her busy work. She was all dark, but she had two more silver coins in her hand.

She happily grabbed the two silver coins.

Today she went to help Mrs. Lange on the long street to clean the chimney. Although Mrs. Lange did not invite her to her home for dinner, she received full compensation.

Two silver coins!

As long as Lance doesn't drink and buys more potatoes and long fish, these two silver coins will be enough for them to eat for half a month.

The girl was very happy about this.

Just thinking about what happened today and the notice he saw on the long street at noon, his dark, smiling face became even more depressed.

She really wanted to go, but what should she do when she went to Reims? After she joined the army, she would send money back every month, but with Lance in this condition, no one would take care of him and he would surely starve to death at home.

There was a hint of distress on his face.

In fact, he also thought about whether to abandon Lance. After all, he looked so unpresentable.

It was just that when she first arrived in this city, she was targeted by an ugly gangster, who offered to buy her from Lance. At that time, although Lance was drunk, he drew his sword without hesitation.

On that day, he roared loudly at the gangsters again.

She also made up her mind on that day that she would not abandon Lance.

Aunt Larry seemed to have been lingering in front of the simple shack for a long time, and the girl greeted her sweetly.

She also responded with a smile. But when the girl was about to push open the door of the shack, a hint of hesitation appeared on the woman's face.

She instructed the girl.

"Be careful, there seems to be something wrong with your crazy brother. If there is any problem, you must shout it out loud!"

The girl responded obediently, but she pushed the door open without any hesitation.

The woman was helpless and wanted to say something, but she saw the man in the room through the crack in the door and a look of fear appeared on her face.

For some reason, the usually crazy drunkard showed that look today, which made her inexplicably scared.

The house today was in a completely different state than usual. There were no wine bottles rolling on the floor, no pungent smell of alcohol, it was no longer dark, and there was no guy sitting in the chair in a daze.

Candles were lit, the house was cleaned, and boiled potatoes and long fish with their heads cut off were placed on the table.

The knight, the brave knight shaved off his beard and cut his hair short. His face was still pale, but his eyes were no longer as empty.

Witnessing this scene, the girl stood at the door for a long time without moving.

Until a low voice sounded.

"It's time to eat, Anna!"

Anna felt that the boiled potatoes today were particularly salty.

The next day, Anne waved her arms happily at the men in the house. She was about to leave, but at this time, Lance called her and took out a long sword and handed it to Anne.

Lance didn't say anything else.

Anne waved goodbye.

Watching Anne's figure disappear at the end of the long street.

Lance went back into the house.

He sat in this simple shack for a long time.

He did not stop Anne from leaving, even if it meant going to the battlefield. Either way, it was better than rotting silently with him in the corner of this city.

He should have died a long time ago.

Maybe dying in Mountain Dew wouldn't be such a bad thing.

But it's not bad.

After a long time, the woman, still worried, pushed open the door again, but this time, what she saw was a figure hanging high up.

A scream echoed throughout the area, alarming many people.

Nothing big happened, but a knight who had not gotten over his past eventually chose to die.

In the city square, a girl named Anne was rejected by the conscription officer. Not long after, a boy from the slums named Anri returned here again.

The tall recruiting officer didn't want to bother with this boy at first, but after seeing his stubborn expression, he sighed helplessly.

In this way, this stubborn boy from the slums was assigned to the logistics department.

………….

Desolate mountains, underground rat city.

Today, a new thing was invented.

A bulky steam locomotive whirred forward in the straight underground tunnel.

But is this really valuable?

The Ratman Council sent several Ratman priests to evaluate this.

During this time, the loyal Rat Priests in the Rat Council have been looking for a way to more efficiently connect every city in the Rat Empire.

They may not have good intentions in doing this.

Maybe it was to better suppress any rebellion that occurred there, but the rat people really needed something like this.

Well, the loyal ratmen priests do need a more efficient means of transportation, but whether this bulky machine that makes a whirring sound is suitable is a question that needs to be considered.

The big-clawed priest who invented the steam machine was eager to explain something, but he spoke too fast and had too much to say, so he ended up saying nothing and just jumped up and down like a monkey.

However, no matter how much they danced, this was not a burlesque dance show or a competition for stupid people, and the rat priests in charge of the evaluation would not give it any higher evaluation.

In the end, the flatbed trailer with wheels connected to the back of the steam locomotive became the only highlight of this design. Several rat priests who were evaluating it left shaking their heads in disappointment, leaving behind the rat guy kneeling on the ground with a dazed and desperate look on his face.

Damn, he likes this steam locomotive so much!

For this steam locomotive, he even changed his name to wheel!
If I had known earlier, I should have changed it to "Long live the great God". Maybe this way, those guys would have given me a better evaluation.

After all, before they evaluate their own works, they must shout, "Long live the great God!"
The lost Big Claw Priest, who was kneeling on the ground and looked as if he had lost all color, thought so with regret.

…………, but I’m afraid he will be disappointed. Even if he changes the name to “Long Live the Great God”, such a name may not make his colleagues look more favorably upon him.

Although flattering the great God is the absolute political correctness among the rat people, how should I put it, perhaps it is not possible...

But there is no need to despair so quickly. After all, although my performance was not very good, my colleagues were even worse.

A larger giant rat, a larger giant rat made of steel gears and steam engines. It is larger than ordinary giant rats, more expensive than ordinary giant rats, and walks slower than ordinary giant rats.

An even bigger giant rat...

By the way, there is even a familiar face called Gear Mouse among the contestants. He is still making every effort to promote his own terrifying giant wheel. His terrifying giant wheel has reached a very mature stage. It is driven by one person and can move forward at a very high speed. The wheels are equipped with high-speed rotating sharp gears around them.

But how should I put it? It is obvious that those loyal rat priests just want a better means of transportation, and since the advent of the steam tank, this terrifying giant wheel of the gear rat has really had no future.

Amid the chaos of demons and monsters, these loyal ratmen priests had no choice but to return their attention to the original option.

At the very least, in the plan proposed by the wheel rat, the carrying capacity of the steam locomotive is indeed far beyond that of ordinary giant rats.

Of course, there are other reasons behind such a simple decision.

It is closely related to the ocean transportation routes that Shengqi is promoting.

In short, the final plan was finalized, with the wheel rat looking ecstatic.

The initial version of the steam locomotive was quickly improved several times before it became usable.

The potential of the steam engine is indeed very good, especially when the rat people's steam engine is not an ordinary steam engine, but a composite power source of magic energy and steam energy.

Although there were many problems with controllability, this problem was successfully solved after laying restricted metal tracks in the underground tunnel.

The rats began to lay metal tracks on a large scale.

The era of steam magic belonging to the ratmen officially began with this as the introduction.

(End of this chapter)