From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 381: The Brewing Battle and the Rat Assassins Hiding in the Shadows
Heimao received his assignment. Compared to being a qualified commander, he was actually better at being a sharp enough weapon.

He will serve as the vanguard, clearing out the watchtowers around the giant city of the Youyan people and preparing for the brewing battle.

Without much hesitation, after receiving the task, Black Hair led his storm rats forward.

This area was full of ruins and charred black.

It's not surprising, after all, it was once one of the main prosperous areas of the Youyan people.

It's a pity that in the last battle, the main force of the Youyan people stationed here was repelled, and this originally prosperous area naturally turned into ruins in the spread of flames.

Only one year has passed since the last large-scale battle, and the rats are preparing to launch a hunt once again.

The target is the huge city that is the only one standing among the ruins.

City of Fire.

Just like its name, there is always flame burning in this city. Before the ratmen won the battle and burned down the other three industrial cities in the area, this was an important industrial area of ​​the human empire and also a group of fortresses that were unimaginably strong.

It once blocked the advance of the ratmen for two whole years and was an iconic line of defense that inspired many humans. It was not until the fate of the ratmen assassins that most of this fortress group was truly consumed.

Now it's time to finish. The only remaining super fortress, the Flame City, is like the last layer of cover on the sweet cheese. You just need to lift it up and you can taste it.

There gathered a huge number of civilians from this area, various industries, and workshops of all sizes.

Although according to the intelligence provided by the Rat Assassins, most of the most critical workshops and industries were transferred in a very short time, it was not a big deal. For the Ratmen, the large population was the most important wealth.

The rats were preparing for a grand sacrifice, and such a populous city was the perfect place for the sacrifice.

It’s just not easy to lift that lid, the shells of these super fortresses are indeed hard enough.

Although no matter how hard the shell is, it cannot stop the ratmen from spying and coveting.

Heimao will be the vanguard and will advance first to take down the sentry towers that serve as eyes on the outskirts of the city. After these sentry towers are destroyed, the remaining three guys will gather together.

Start this brutal battle.

………….

Amid the rustling sounds, there was the sound of rats running across the border.

They are not ordinary ratmen. The ratman army that appears here even has a flag standing high.

No, a ratman warlord shouldn't be here.

This is just an ordinary outpost set up in a surrounding giant city.

Some also have a low magic tower as an early warning, several circles of trenches, and dozens of ordinary militiamen stationed here.

In any case, a visit from a real Skaven warlord shouldn't be involved here.

But no matter how inappropriate it was, this low-probability event still happened today.

The people in the outpost panicked almost immediately.

Except for one slightly immature figure, the little nurse who was always teased by the elderly soldiers.

Little Annie who doesn't like wearing skirts.

Almost immediately she put down the medical box in her hand, climbed out of the trench, and rushed towards the low-magic tower in the center of the outpost.

No matter what they encounter, the first priority of the soldiers in the sentry tower is to light up the magic tower and transmit what happens here to the command center further behind.

This is something that is emphasized over and over in war manuals.

However, the war manual was obviously prepared for the soldiers fighting on the battlefield, but I don’t know why a young nurse would be so familiar with it.

time is limited.

The magic traps that should have been activated and the self-triggered magic sentry towers were not successfully activated. They were not even able to hinder the rushing rats for a moment. They were destroyed precisely and efficiently before being triggered.

She was there, she was there, she finally came to the low magic tower in the center of the camp, but the metal door leading to the magic tower was locked tightly with a heavy lock, and for a moment, it could not be opened at all.

In the panic, a hint of despair brewed on the young nurse's face.

Until an arm fell on her shoulders.

"Let me do it, little Annie. Ever since those sneaky sewer rats showed up, these reconnaissance towers have had an extra verification step. Of course, we don't expect those complicated upgrades here, so I added a lock on it.

That war manual you're always reading is a little old."

The speaker was an old soldier covered in scars, and was also the commander of the garrison at this outpost.

He had an extremely rough metal leg. Perhaps because of this reason, the people in this outpost called him simply, Old Lame Leg.

Although he was not actually old, he was indeed lame.

The old lame man pulled Annie away and pulled out a thick key from the partition of his metal leg. The big lock fell to the ground as the key was turned. Soon after, faint blue lines began to climb up the magic tower.

In a grand battle a year ago, the Rat Assassins appeared in human sight for the first time. These guys running in the shadows spread the plague wantonly, carried out assassinations, and frequently used these magic towers that were originally used for early warning to transmit all kinds of false news to the front battlefield.

That battle eventually led to Waterloo. After that battle, the human empire once again lost a large amount of land. The front line was repeatedly retreated, and one-third of the empire's land was given up.

Since that time, humans have been extra cautious against those rat assassins, even though these sneaky guys have never appeared on the battlefield since that battle.

The old cripple's voice rang out from the magic tower.

"The power supply of this magic tower is still a bit too tight. It will take some time to start. Little Annie, go to the logistics warehouse over there and drive out the magic energy reconnaissance vehicle. After I activate the iron golem in the magic tower, we will evacuate."

In the rear, the honorary grand dukes of the military command did not require the soldiers stationed in the watchtowers to fight to the death. They even emphasized in the military manual that if they encountered an extremely difficult situation, they only had to activate the reconnaissance tower. After doing this, staying alive was the top priority.

This is a helpless move. No matter how aggressively the Human Empire expands its military power, its manpower is slowly being depleted.

Those generals who had originally jointly asked Caesar for more troops and wanted to implement a more radical war strategy, became conservative one by one in the face of such consumption.

In fact, it was not difficult to do this. Facing various magic traps and magic energy sentry towers, they should have been able to complete the retreat smoothly. It was a pity that the troops that arrived at the battlefield this time were not ordinary ratmen.

Those running guys were approaching at an unimaginable speed.

When Annie drove the magic off-road vehicle out of the warehouse converted from a simple barn.

The vanguard of the ratmen has appeared in front of everyone in this watchtower.

These ratmen were taller than the average guys, their equipment was more complete and complicated, and they were also more dangerous. Of course, this was not the most important thing. The most important thing was the flag that was brought over.

The moment she saw the flag, this stubborn little girl fell into a trance.

She had to come to the front line, to the front line of this dangerous battlefield, and she was also looking for this flag.

There was a hint of ferocity on his face, which was the echo of hatred.

But the shrill scream brought him back to his senses quickly.

That was the voice of the old lame man.

"Run, little guy!"

The old lame man now has a set of heavy armor on his body, which is the second type of wearable iron golem launched by the Mage Association. After a well-trained soldier puts on this set of iron golem, he can even engage in close combat with those rat trolls. On this battlefield, in addition to waving the sword in her hand, Annie's favorite thing is the various wearable golems.

But now, the expression on her face was not only ferocious but also a bit dazed.

That was her enemy, the dark rat. She still remembered him. In that dark night, in that terrifying night, in the shadowy gaze, Grandpa Pitchfork fought with him.

Only now, he's stronger.

The old cripple wearing the Iron Golem was easily stepped on by him.

Struggling in pain at this moment.

The black-haired rat noticed that not-so-calm gaze.

This mission was not a difficult task for him. Destroying these scattered watchtowers was much easier than charging towards the fortress with all kinds of magic cannons.

It made him a little bored.

The guy he stepped on was quite interesting, but it was a pity that he seemed to be lame.

He raised his eyes and fell on the girl not far away. The struggling sound under his feet suddenly became more intense.

It makes him more interesting.

With a leap, the storm rats around him skillfully made way for him.

And he cast all kinds of wanton glances on the old lame man without any scruples.

A huge sword was thrown to the side of the old lame man, pointed at the guy in the distance, and then pointed at the old lame man.

His meaning became clear immediately.

Heimao still likes to fight one-on-one.

Amid the roar of the magic furnace, the old lame man slowly climbed up from the ground. The injury on his leg affected his control of the iron golem, and he moved with a limp.

But he picked up the sword without hesitation.

He strode towards the black-haired man, but was easily avoided by the nimble figure. After a few dodges, a big sword easily pierced through the gap of the iron golem and penetrated it. The old lame man knelt down immediately.

It was obvious that Heimao was just having fun and didn't treat him as an opponent.

The storm rats that gathered around suddenly burst into laughter, and the sharp sound echoed in the area.

Several corpses were dragged out of the trenches, and the storm rats were pulling off the helmets of the dead militiamen, looking for the possible blue eyes.

The old lame man turned his head and saw the young nurse driving the magic reconnaissance vehicle away, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He still liked this little girl very much. At least this little girl was willing to apply for more medical alcohol for him when applying for medical supplies every month, so that this old alcoholic could satisfy his cravings.

Fell to the ground.

Just like that, there was no sound.

It can only be said that facing a ratman warlord who is really good at running and charging, such a small watchtower really has no room for resistance.

In just one day, the early warning network consisting of sentry towers around Flame City was mostly dimmed.

A feeling of impending storm emerged.

Everyone understood that the rats would definitely target Flame City, but the process was still a little too fast.

Obviously, in the last battle, countless ratmen died, but in just one year, these guys who roamed in the sewers recovered again.

Damn it!

And the problem they have to face is not just the recurring invasion of the ratmen, those sneaky guys hiding in the dark are also a big problem.

Various clues all indicate one thing: the group of dangerous rat assassins seem to have found their collaborators within the Rat Empire.

However, since that battle, they have not been able to find any traces of those rat assassins in large numbers, but they are aware of the rats gathering in cities.

This seems to be a very contradictory statement, but it is particularly frustrating.

Maybe it was before these damn ratmen invaded, or maybe it was during the first rat war. In short, I don’t know when it started.

In every city and every place, there are vague traces of ratmen.

These damn guys lurk in the dark corners of the city and hide in the wilderness. They are difficult to eliminate and eradicate.

Everyone in the human empire suspected that the rat-men assassins were hiding among these rat-men.

But whether it was the mages or the mercenaries, they were unable to completely eradicate these scattered ratmen from the cities and from the vast wilderness.

It's not that they don't want to do it, but that they can't do it. No matter how much gold coins are invested, no matter how much manpower is mobilized, after a period of calm, there will always be some ratmen crawling out of the city's sewers and dark corners, and there will always be some ratmen hiding in the cracks of rocks in the wilderness, struggling to survive.

There is no doubt about the difficulty of this task. In fact, even the rat people themselves cannot completely wipe out the wild rat people in their own city.

Originally, this was not a big problem. After all, even if these scattered ratmen would run wildly in the city, it would be difficult for them to do much more than running wildly. The reason why they were difficult to eliminate was that these guys were hiding in dark corners and would not show up. If they were put in the light, any mercenary team would be able to kill these ratmen.

These guys can't affect anything.

Until the appearance of the rat assassins, this group of guys were exposed to the sunlight in the previous battle, and then quickly disappeared again and mixed in with these guys.

Things suddenly became difficult.

(End of this chapter)